From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1518: 683 Origin and Extinction_1 Chapter 1518: 683 Origin and Extinction_1 “I have petitioned the King, you will go home early tomorrow morning.”

Randa declared heartlessly.

Aspen immediately refused, “No, I won’t go back, I’m not done playing.”

Randa coldly stared at him, “Do you think what happened at the coronation wasn’t shameful enough?

You’ve really dishonored our Chamburg Royal Family, you must go back, there’s no room for negotiation.”

Aspen, finding the situation distasteful, was reluctantly led away by the commander of the guard.

Rubbing her aching temples, Randa sighed, “If he stayed any longer, who knows what trouble he might cause.”

Samuel walked over with a cup of light tea, a change from her usual preference for strong coffee.

Randa seemed to have suddenly developed a taste for light tea.”

“Recently, the young prince has grown close to Mr.

Cook from Jimenez.”

Randa paused, “He is Mr.

Cook’s brother.

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Lately, Jimenez’s international influence has been growing, while our Chamburg Royal Family has been gradually declining….”

Though Aspen was often reckless, he would never be so foolish.

Thinking of the young man, Randa’s mood grew heavier.

During the day’s crisis, he was the first to rush out to protect Aubree Groove.

It was evident that the two had a history, and their bond was far from ordinary.

Randa’s grip on her teacup was getting tighter.

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On May 19th, Cello Cook set off to return to his country with Brooklyn Nation’s Master personally escorting him to the airport.

“Sullivan likes the culture and customs of Percival and wishes to stay a little longer.

I hope you can look after him.

I would be deeply grateful.”

“Mr.

Cook, rest assured.

As long as the young Mr.

Cook stays in Percival, I can protect him without any worries.”

Assured, Cello Cook boarded the plane.

Gradually, the charter plane disappeared beneath the blue sky and white clouds.

The young Nation Master stood on the tarmac, looking in the direction where the plane disappeared, lost in thought.

“Have you ever been to Jimenez?” Suddenly, Liam Anderson asked.

The guard captain standing behind him responded obediently, “I have not.”

“What kind of place is it?” Liam asked nonchalantly.

The guard captain thought for a moment and replied respectfully, “Next year is Jimenez’s National Birthday.

From what I know, Jimenez will invite the leaders of all diplomatic relations to attend.

You can see it for yourself then.”

“Really?”

The guard captain could not detect any emotion in the Nation Master’s tone, which made him feel even more uneasy.

“I want to go to the place where she grew up, and see it with my own eyes….”

The wind from afar carried his words to the guard captain’s ears, the words blurred.

——

On May 22nd, the continuous gloomy weather was finally cleared by the sunshine, and the warm rays of sunlight bathed the earth.

Since dawn, countless people had been streaming towards Central Square.

When the first ray of sunlight fell, it illuminated the densely packed crowd in the square.

Among them, a young man with an eastern face stood out, his height of over 1.8 metres was conspicuous among the crowd, and curious eyes occasionally swept across his cold face.

Kelly Martinez vigilantly guarded Eliza Williams’ side, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

The square could accommodate thousands of people.

Looking out, it was a sea of heads.

If a riot were to break out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But clearly, Percival was very experienced in handling such situations.

There was a guard stationed every two meters around the square, with Silver Armor Guards patrolling.

If anyone suspicious was spotted, they would be mercilessly driven out by the Silver Armor Guard.

With the distant toll of a silver bell, like a banished immortal’s chant, the crowd quietened in an instant.

Everyone sat cross-legged, looking devoutly towards the direction of the bell.

A young lady dressed in white clothes walked slowly towards them, the gentle sway of her skirt creating a dreamy illusion.

Hidden beneath her veil was a mysterious blurred face, with only her beautiful eyes showing.

The radiant autumn water in them seemed to contain the entire universe, yet also the solitude of the seasons.

She was patient, sacred, tolerant, and compassionate.

She had the body of a mortal, but in everyone’s hearts, she was already a deity.

Where she was, that was the direction of faith.

In the following years, despite the turn of seasons and passing of time, faith remained.

The young lady climbed onto the stage, seated cross-legged on the meditation cushion in the center.

Despite her soft voice, it was wondrous how her gentle, ethereal voice clearly reached every listener in the square.

It was obvious she had divine power, everyone admired her with even more reverence.

Eliza Williams was lost among the crowd, and his excellent vision allowed him to clearly see her eyes even from tens of metres away.

There she was, high above, gently elaborating on the scriptures, promoting her Buddhist philosophies, and teaching people goodness.

Under the sunlight, she shone brightly.

She was high above, and there was no one in the world who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

Eliza remembered the first time he saw Aubree Groove.

It was a very ordinary day, and she just suddenly crashed into his world.

He was always a proud man, even in love.

But he had to admit, he was love at first sight with her.

Some people say that love at first sight was just lust, but the moment he saw her, he heard his heart speak clearly.

Her casual beauty was enough to drive any man in the world mad for her.

Eliza hadn’t yet been so proud to give up a man’s nature, but beyond that, what deeply attracted him was her pure soul.

During many nights after, he closely examined his own heart and felt a sense of unease.

A beautiful body, could attract countless admirations and followers from the opposite sex, there was nothing wrong with that, but he knew, it wasn’t like that for him.

“All things occur due to their causes and conditions.

When the conditions are sufficient, they arise; when they cease to be sufficient, they cease to be…

Nothing more, nothing less.”

The gentle voice of the young lady echoed softly in his ears.

“Everything in this life is the result of causation from the past life.

All phenomena are born due to causes and conditions, and are connected by fate.

When the causes and conditions cease, they cease to exist…

”

Everything in this life is the result of the causation from the past life….

Eliza’s mind was filled with these words as the string that was pulled taut in his mind was stretched tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped with a ‘pop’.

The sky was high and the clouds were thin, and the square filled with thousands was quiet, the only sound being the gentle voice of the young lady as it echoed throughout the world.

Kelly Martinez noticed something amiss with Esben and couldn’t help but whisper, “What’s wrong?

Are you not feeling well?”

The young man remained silent as he slowly lifted his head.

Kelly Martinez was taken aback, his eyes were as dark and deep as a terrifying abyss.

He didn’t answer Kelly, but instead looked at the young lady explaining the scriptures on the stage.

The stubborn look in his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving Kelly disconcerted.