The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 592

From the lower end of the hall, Vance’s face darkened, his displeasure barely concealed. “Your Grace, what exactly do you mean by that? I fail to see how my grandmother’s arrangements have offended either of you in any way.”

“Vance!” Sariyah’s heart sank. She knew trouble was brewing the moment those words left his mouth.

Sure enough, Nolan sneered mockingly after Vance finished speaking. “Lady Sariyah, didn’t you say your family has been worshipping the Holy Lady’s portrait for years? Yet not one of you knows her other entity? Fine, the meal mistake can be excused. You’re old, and it’s natural to be forgetful. But your grandson, the proud heir of the Malone family, is there something wrong with him, too?”

Sariyah sighed and gave a helpless smile, her tone carrying a hint of deflection. “This is entirely my fault. I told Vance and the others about Your Grace’s status as the Holy Lady, but I didn’t mention that Your Grace had taken religious vows. As a result, this child spoke out of turn and offended Your Grace.

“Vance, apologize to the Holy Lady immediately.”

‘The Holy Lady is a nun?‘ Vance’s face immediately showed surprise upon hearing Sariyah’s explanation.

She was such a stunning beauty, and a Holy Lady of noble status. He had set his sights on her the moment he entered the room. He had even thought she would make a fine match for him. But now, to learn that this beauty had chosen a life of abstinence and devotion? It was beyond his expectations.

Was she a Christian priestess, or perhaps a Catholic nun?

If she were a Christian priestess, well, not all of them were entirely free of worldly desires.

And if she were a Catholic nun, heh, no woman had ever escaped my grasp.

A flicker of arrogance flashed in Vance’s eyes, though he kept his thoughts hidden. After his initial surprise, he quickly put on an expression of regret. “I didn’t know Your Grace had taken vows. I hope Your Grace can forgive me.”

Ignoring Vance’s nauseating display, Eliza turned to Sariyah. “Lady Sariyah, perhaps you should strive for a bit more honesty in your dealings with others. You’ve lived a long life, yet you’re still known for being dishonest. Isn’t that laughable? “I said earlier you shouldn’t tell your grandson off before the guests, but it seemed Vance didn’t agree. Some people, it appears, have truly been spoiled by wealth and privilege, forgetting who brought about the prosperity of Bortenland and the peace we enjoy today.”

Eliza’s cold gaze swept over Sariyah, forcing her to avert her eyes, and then landed on Vance, who frowned but said nothing. She continued, “Lady Sariyah, you claimed that Lord Vance and the others often draw blood in their sparring matches, and that such a sight might frighten His Highness and me. I must ask–were you mocking me, or were you mocking His Highness?

“His Highness and I have witnessed countless corpses and rivers of blood during this snow disaster. And now, you suggest a mere sparring match, where blood is drawn, could scare us? Tell me, does the blood Vance spills in his matches surpass the lives lost in the snow disaster? Or the blood shed by His Highness on the battlefield?”

Eliza’s consecutive questions left the Malone family members in the hall speechless, unable to muster a single response.

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