From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1517: 682 Let it be_1 Chapter 1517: 682 Let it be_1 Aubree Groove returned to her room, cleansed her hands, burned incense, and sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, settling into a meditative trance.

A delicate silhouette was cast on the window frame.

All was silent, save for the gentle caress of the nighttime breeze.

A tall figure loomed outside the window.

“Saintess, we’ve captured one who trespassed the Holy Temple at night….”

Before the words could fully leave the speaker’s mouth, the door was already opened.

Young Lady White, her back facing the door, sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, a wisp of ethereal light flickering, only making her silhouette seem more transcendent and otherworldly.

“Bring them in.”

Green Dragon waved his hand and two Silver Armor Guards, who were restraining a figure clothed in black, brought the intruder into the room.

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Once the figure was inside, the Silver Armor Guards exited.

Without a word, Green Dragon gave the intruder a cold look, then stepped out and closed the grand door of the temple.

The hands of the black-clad figure were bound with a nylon-like rope.

After a few futile attempts to free themselves, the bindings only tightened further, causing them to give in and slump onto the ground, fully defeated.

“My, how mighty the saintess has become.” A sarcastic voice echoed from behind.

Aubree Groove rose, walked over and squatted down.

“This is the knotted bondage unique to the Silver Armor Guard.

The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.”

As she spoke, her fingers darted around the knot, swiftly unraveling the intricate bindings.

The black-clothed figure flexed their hands, grumbling, “He was the mystery man that night, wasn’t he?

So when did you figure it all out?”

Green Dragon, an extremely skilled warrior, couldn’t defeat him, even when they teamed up with Aubree Groove and Jayden Moore that night in Pethkids.

No wonder they couldn’t find any information about him despite thorough investigation—he was incredibly elusive.

Who would have thought he was connected with Percival’s powerful forces?

Aubree Groove sized up Kelly Martinez, replied blandly, “All is as you have described.”

Kelly narrowed her eyes, “So you’re willingly staying here, playing this saintess role?

And you’re going to marry the king?

With all due respect, you’re quite ambitious.

Going from zero to hero within a year.”

Her tone was full of resentment.

If she hadn’t followed her, she would have probably never found out what has been happening.

Was Aubree Groove planning to keep her in the dark the entire time?

“The situation here is complicated, I didn’t want to drag you all into it.”

“They’ve already brazenly stepped into Pethkids.

I’m not blind.

What’s your plan now?”

Kelly looked around the room.

It was vast and nearly bare, save for an eerie chill wind wafting around.

What a hard living condition this was.

From the moment Kelly set foot in Aubree’s quarters, she felt an instant dislike for the place.

Though it was the beginnings of a warm summer outside, there wasn’t a trace of warmth here- only a bone-chilling cold, dark nights.

Such a desolate environment was far from accommodative.

Aubree Groove poured a cup of tea and placed it before her: “Let nature take its course.”.

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Three days later, Deonte Basil was up and about, his swift recovery even took him by surprise.

The areas on his back that were thoroughly whipped were mashed flesh and blood.

However, the wounds miraculously healed overnight without leaving any trace.

“I’m being reassigned to the Saintess’s side?” Deonte Basil couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He caused significant trouble and was flogged as punishment.

His subsequent assignment was the archives, where he would never see sunlight again.

However, what did he hear?

That the leader was reassigning him to serve at the Saintess’s side?

The competition within the Silver Armor Guard was fierce, and the position of the Saintess’s protector was a coveted post that many were striving for.

How did such a rare opportunity fall into his lap—a “sinner”?

“Have you any objections?” Vermilion Bird asked coldly.

Deonte Basil quickly bowed his head in submission: “I dare not.”

“You are receiving the Saintess’s grace.

From now on, you must protect her with your life.

Time is of essence, go now.” Vermilion Bird waved his hand dismissively.

The others, upon hearing his assignment as the Saintess’s personal guard, couldn’t hide the envy and jealousy in their eyes, despite their neutral expressions.

Caspian Basil walked over and clapped Deonte on the shoulder: “You’re a lucky one, making the best out of a bad situation.

You have a future ahead of you now.

Don’t forget your brothers.”

Deonte Basil sighed: “I wish Ruan was still here.

He was so clever; the Saintess would have liked him a lot.”

Caspian Basil chuckled: “You’ve shared a few days of companionship with Ruan and you pour out your heart to him?

Who knows, he could be the mole?”

“That’s impossible.

Ruan could never be a mole.” Deonte Basil replied with conviction.

“Alright.

You’ll be by the Saintess’s side from now on, which is different from being here.

Be cautious in both word and action; don’t dishonor the Vermilion Division.

I heard that the other three divisions were all trying to infiltrate, but all of them failed.

Grab this chance, establish a firm foothold by the Saintess’s side.” Caspian Basil advised earnestly.

After bidding farewell to his comrades, Deonte Basil headed towards the Temple of the Virgin Mary.

Despite being in the same temple complex, the Temple of Virgin Mary was even more remote, situated on the left side of the Temple of God and secluded by a vast Snow Cedar Forest.

Deonte Basil stepped into the grand hall with bated breath, not daring to look around.

As soon as he was inside, he knelt.

“I, Deonte Basil, pay respects to the Saintess.”

A soft, ethereal voice echoed from above: “Rise.”

Deonte Basil was too nervous to recognize the familiarity in the voice.

Instead, he stumbled to his feet quickly.

After what felt like an eternity, there was still no sound.

Deonte Basil tentatively looked up.

There she was, sitting by the window, her back towards the doorway.

Bathed in the quiet sunlight, she sat leafing through a scripture, embodying the essence of peace and tranquillity.

This was the first time Deonte Basil was examining her from such close proximity.

In the eyes of the public, the Saintess was a gift from the God, an embodiment of purity.

Particularly after what transpired during the coronation of the King, her reputation soared and spread among the populace of Percival , becoming a source of their unwavering faith.

Having the honor to guard the Saintess personally, Deonte Basil felt greatly privileged.

His entire family would be proud of him.

“When you’re at my side, don’t be overly restrained.

If there’s danger, prioritize your own safety.”

Deonte Basil was slightly taken aback.

As a Silver Armor Guard, the first lesson he learned was loyalty.

To protect the Holy Master and the Saintess, they may sometimes have to sacrifice their lives, and that is the duty of the Silver Armor Guard.

Since the day he was inducted into the Silver Armor Guard, his life was no longer his own.

Deonte Basil hung his head, moved by her words.

At noon, meals were delivered by a designated person.

Deonte Basil noticed that the Saintess’s meals were meager—basic porridge and a few side dishes.

Her meals were even more frugal than those of the Silver Armor Guard.

After the meal, the Saintess meditated for a while, then got up.

Deonte Basil immediately fulfilled his guard duties, faithfully remaining by her side.

When Deonte Basil learned that the destination of the Saintess’s visit was the hospital, and that it was to see Alora Hart, he was shocked beyond words.

Alora Hart lay on the hospital bed, various tubes protruding from her body.

She appeared nothing like her usual assertive self from the day of the coronation ceremony.

Upon seeing Aubree Groove enter the hospital ward, Alora Hart opened her feeble eyes.

After dialysis, her body was extremely weak.

However today, Deonte Basil noticed that something about her seemed different from before.

Regardless, this woman was cunning; to prevent her from harming the Saintess, Deonte Basil watched her vigilantly the entire time.

“You’ve come.” Alora Hart managed a smile, gesturing towards the chair beside her.

Aubree Groove sat down on the chair.

Alora Hart on the hospital bed was a mere skeleton, her eyes sunken and her body ravaged by the illness.

However, her gaze was clearer than before.

The sharp air about her had faded, and she appeared rather serene.