From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1448: 659 Loyalty_5 Chapter 1448: 659 Loyalty_5 “No…”

Prince Brooklyn sighed deeply, “General Buhl has been loyal and brave all his life.

I didn’t expect him to do such a foolish thing in his old age, ruining his lifelong reputation in a single day.”

The Queen Consort sat blankly, “I knew this day would come sooner or later.

Yet, I can’t accept it…

Why should you, the bastard, ride over my son’s head?

You should have died in that shipwreck back then.

Why did you come back?

Why did you steal my son’s throne?” The Queen Consort howled hysterically.

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Everyone in the palace retreated, leaving only the Queen Consort and Prince Brooklyn.

Prince Brooklyn’s gaze seemed as if he was recollecting something, “I often have nightmares, about the storm at sea that night.

I cried out for my mother, but she was swept away by the storm while protecting me.

I clung to a floating log, drifting aimlessly in the sea for three days.

Dark despair was my constant companion.

I suppose someone as privileged as the Queen Consort may never understand that kind of despair.

But that’s okay, you have decades to experience it.”

“I won’t kill you or your son.

I want you to witness a so-called ‘bastard’ ascend the throne, seize the reins of power, and become the master of this country.”

In despair, the Queen Consort slumped to the floor.

Upon leaving the Queen Consort’s palace, Prince Brooklyn saw the sun shining brightly but could not feel a hint of its warmth.

It was November, and Inracetales had entered winter – a season that always seemed to last exceptionally long.

The gentlest and kindest of people are often bred in places where spring lasts all year round.

In a single night, the sky of Percival had changed.

For the ordinary people, however, there was no difference.

In their hearts, Prince Brooklyn had long been the best choice for Crown Prince.

In Princess Randa’s imperial lodge, she sobbed uncontrollably into Aubree Groove’s arms.

“Will the Holy Master come after you?

Let’s run away now.

Let’s go north.

I heard Jimenez is safe.

We’ll go to Jimenez and never come back.

I have a lot of money – enough for us to live hidden for a lifetime.”

Randa had a personal stake in this.

At this moment, she genuinely wished to elope with the man before her.

To flee to a place where no one knew them, living peacefully thereafter.

She wanted nothing to do with the honors of being a princess or queen.

All she wanted was to stay with the one she loved.

Aubree Groove sighed, propped his hands on her shoulders, pulled her out of his embrace, and looked her in the eyes.

“Princess, calm down.

We can’t go anywhere right now.”

Randa cried even more heartbrokenly, “That Prince Brooklyn is ten thousand times more detestable than Prince Jonathan.

I was blind before, thinking he was a good man.”

“In this world, you’re the best.

You’ve saved me three times already.

Aren’t you afraid that the Holy Master will kill you?

Saving me is betraying him.

How could he possibly tolerate betrayal?”

“He won’t kill me.” Without going into too much detail, Aubree Groove comforted Princess Randa to sleep, then he left the Imperial Lodge and returned to the Holy Temple.

In the Central Square, a crowd had gathered.

When Aubree Groove went over, he saw Mandy, stripped to his waist, kneeling in the square, being whipped.

Deonte Basil stealthily approached her and whispered, “This is what happens to traitors.

The whipping will continue until he bleeds out and dies.”

Aubree Groove glanced at the scene, then turned and left.

Deonte Basil hurried after her, “Hey…

wait for me.”

Deonte Basil was a colleague Aubree had met in the Vermilion Division, a somewhat jumping-off-the-page hacker genius.

“Where have you been?

I couldn’t find you for days.”

“I was on a job.

What do you need?”

“Hey, didn’t you ask me for information about someone a few days ago?

I found something.”

Aubree Groove glanced around, then pulled him into a room.

Deonte Basil circumnavigated her room, “Our boss is really good to you, giving you such a luxurious single room.”

“Spit it out.”

Deonte Basil coughed carefully, “First tell me, why are you looking for this person?”

“He owes me money.”

“How much?”

Aubree Groove shot him a glance.

Deonte Basil rubbed his nose, “I need to see if the money is worth the risk.”

“If you won’t tell me, I can ask someone else.”

“Okay, okay.

If you wash my socks for a month, I’ll tell you.”

“Deal.”

Deonte Basil rubbed his hands together, “You know, we of the Silver Armor Guard are strictly organized and it’s forbidden to have any particular close relationships.

But since I consider you a brother, I’ll let you in.”

Deonte Basil swallowed nervously, “Actually, the person you’re looking for…

is in the Holy Temple.”