From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1515: 680 Enduring Samsara_2 Chapter 1515: 680 Enduring Samsara_2 The young lady shook her head, “Because I know, although she hurt me, it wasn’t her fault, she was merely overtaken by hatred, which ravaged her mind, making her actions uncontrollable and irrational, like a computer infected with a virus, out of control.

Perhaps in our previous lives, I was the one overwhelmed with hatred, and did things to hurt her.

At that time, I insulted her, hit her, in the same way she is now hurting me.

Now, due to her ignorance, she has forgotten our past experiences; if she could remember all that has transpired, she would not harm me.

The real culprits are negative emotions, especially hatred.”

“Karma keeps spinning, and retribution never fails.

What I am enduring now is what I suppose to bear, dissolving grudges from past lives and removing her hatred.

It’s a merit for her, a merit for me, and even an immeasurable merit for everyone.”

“As stated in the Sutra of Verses: in this life, the only way to end hatred is with patience, this is the ancient law of saints.”

“In this Saha world, it is the world of endurance.

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When the people revile me and defame me, I respond with compassion.”

The wind rustled the young lady’s sleeves, she stood facing the wind, ethereal like smoke, dreamlike and illusive.

No one spoke; the impact on their hearts was unimaginable.

They were not strangers to the teachings of Sahaism, but hearing it from the mouth of this young lady still gave them an unreal feeling.

She stood there, speaking softly with a cool and tender voice.

Although some aspects may have left them confused, it didn’t prevent the seeds of faith from being sown in their hearts.

This could not be achieved by simply shouting a few slogans or uttering some attractive words.

The moment she stood there, she embodied faith itself.

“If anyone wishes to let go of their hatred and study the twelve-related causation, come to Central Square for a sermon in seven days, those eager to cultivate can come and listen.”

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For the citizens of Percival, today was undoubtedly a peculiar day.

The coronation of the king was attacked.

When the news spread, the citizens of Inracetales were caught off guard.

The attack was targeted at the Saintess.

However, before the citizens of Percival could react, another piece of news broke out – the attacker was reformed by the Saintess.

The ordinary people didn’t witness the dangerous moments in real-time.

Anyone who could invade the Church of the Holy Ruins must be extraordinary and determined to perish.

The attacker, who had put life and death aside, was reformed, which unequivocally proved to the public that the Saintess was indeed here to save Percival.

Another important piece of news broke out, that the Saintess would hold a sermon at the Central Square seven days later.

It was open to all citizens of Percival.

For the citizens of Percival, this was undoubtedly a massive surprise.

The waves of the king’s coronation shifted smoothly.

The limelight that was supposed to belong to the newly appointed king was taken away by the Saintess on his most splendid day, yet the citizens of Percival didn’t feel it at all to them.

In their eyes, the Saintess was the future queen consort; she and the king were inherently one.

Her prestige was the prestige of the king.

Instead, the Holy Master was seldom mentioned.

During this event, a rumor spread secretly that the Saintess came from Jimenez on the other side of a distant sea, and she was not a native of Percival.

However, such rumors did not provoke skepticism among the general public.

Regardless of who the Saintess was, she was the Saintess of Percival and the future queen consort.

Faith prevailed over everything.

As night fell, a grand feast was held in the king’s palace for diplomats from various countries and the aristocracy of Percival.

The banquet had already been planned, so its scale was evident.

During the meal, Cello Cook sat at a position to the right of the king, opposite to him was Rainbow Lady from Burnette.

Cello Cook glanced at Anton Cook beside him and frowned, “Pay attention to the occasion.”

Anton Cook’s character stood out, and many aristocratic ladies kept looking at him.

The position of the queen consort was beyond their reach.

The young man from Jimenez would inevitably make people’s hearts flutter.

After knowing his identity, their gazes became more eager.

Liam Anderson, who sat at the top, glanced at Anton Cook’s face and smiled at Cello Cook, “Mr.

Cook, your brother is brave, and I commend him for protecting the Saintess.

If Mr.

Cook has any wishes, I can fulfill them.”

Anton Cook had been lost in thought, Cello Cook cleared his throat slightly, “Sullivan.”

Anton Cook regained his senses, looking more severe, “Helping the Saintess is my sincere wish, there’s no need for the king to repay.”

Cello Cook chuckled, “Your Majesty, my younger brother has been spoiled by me since he was a child, and he has a quirky personality.

Please don’t take it to heart.”

“No, I quite like Mr.

Cook’s personality,”

Liam Anderson smiled and raised his glass, “Mr.

Cook, everything is in this glass of wine, I’ll drink first.”

Liam Anderson drained his glass.

Cello Cook was as courteous as a gentleman from Jimenez that even when drinking, he was incredibly elegant.

Therefore, these two brothers became the focal point at the banquet.

A Silver Armor Guard walked quickly to Liam Anderson and whispered something in his ear before withdrawing.

Liam Anderson rubbed his forehead and left the banquet under the pretext of changing clothes.

Entering the side hall, a cold wind blew, those wine-soaked, bewitching eyes immediately became clear and deep.

He stood in front of the window, with the full moon hanging high and stars twinkling.

The quiet sound behind him finally ceased, replaced by the smell of blood.

A woman covered in blood was thrown at Liam Anderson’s feet.

The trembling, blood stained hand she stretched out eventually recoiled when it faced that spotlessly clean white robe.

“Your Majesty…” The woman’s voice was barely audible.

“Do you still consider me your king?” The man’s voice was as cold as a knife, cutting through the flesh with each tone.

“I…

I know I was wrong.

Please…

give me…

another chance…”

The man squatted down, his handsome, noble face approaching.

There was a glimmer of hope in the woman’s eyes.

However, in the next moment, her neck was grabbed by a chilling hand.

In his jet-black eyes was an unfeeling cold light.

His high and mighty gaze was like the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

“You shouldn’t have laid hands on her.

She had mercy on ants and snakes.

Let me bear this sin alone.”

In the woman’s bulging eyes was full of fear and unwillingness.

Eventually, under the man’s cold gaze, her pupils gradually dilated, until everything went quiet.

Liam Anderson disgustedly let go of her.

The woman collapsed on the ground, lifeless.

The Silver Armor Guard hesitated for a moment before asking, “Your Majesty, how should we handle her corpse?”

Liam Anderson slowly got up and took the handkerchief handed by his subordinate.

He meticulously wiped each finger one by one.

Without raising his head, he casually said, “Feed it to the dogs.”