From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1520: 685 Blessings_1 Chapter 1520: 685 Blessings_1 “Hot water has been prepared in the side hall, go and take a bath first.”

The young lady’s gentle voice was like a dream that one could lose themselves in.

Randa silently entered the side hall, and soon the sound of water could be heard.

After about ten minutes, Randa came out wearing a long white nightgown, her wet hair wrapped in a towel.

Her little face, yet to be adorned with makeup, flushed from the steam, which only added to her attractiveness.

Randa held the hem of her gown, “I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour.

But…

Aspen has disappeared, and I…I just don’t know what to do.”

Aubree Groove sighed, “I’m glad you came to me.”

She stood up and walked over to Randa, took her hand and sat her down next to the table followed by placing a cup of hot tea in front of her.

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Randa took the water cup, sniffing the slightly astringent aroma.

She abruptly raised her head, her clear eyes glistening.

“Ginger tea, to dispel the cold.”

Randa took a sip.

The intense spice immediately awakened much of her groggy mind.

It was only after Randa finished the cup of ginger tea that Aubree Groove spoke again, “Deonte Basil.”

A shadow passed by at the entrance of the hall, and a figure quietly appeared

“In response to the Saintess, Prince Aspen is temporarily safe.”

Randa suddenly raised her head and stared into the void of darkness, “Where is Aspen…?”

Randa looked across at Aubree Groove, seemingly understanding something, reluctantly said, “It’s good to know that he’s safe, maybe it’s also good to let him learn a lesson.”

“Do you trust me?”

Randa looked seriously into her eyes and replied, “Of course I trust you.”

In present circumstances, you’re the only person in this world I trust.

“He will be back by your side.”

That night, Randa stayed in the hall, sleeping in her bed, wearing her clothes, breathing in the scent that was hers and hers alone.

Even in her dreams, she was there.

When Randa woke up in the morning, she looked at the tent ceiling, feeling a profound sense of loss.

She turned over in bed, lingering, deeply inhaling the faintly familiar and pleasant scent from the quilt as if, at this very moment, she was right there beside her.

Finally, feeling reluctant to part, she got up.

The hall was empty, with a simple breakfast laid out on the dining table.

By this time, Aubree Groove should have already gone to Central Square to disseminate teachings.

After finishing breakfast, she was escorted by the Silver Armor Guard to leave the Holy Temple.

The three-day-long puja was a resounding success, and word of the Saintess spread throughout every street and alley of Percival, becoming familiar to every man, woman, and child.

After Liam Anderson ascended the throne to become the King, a series of beneficial policies were rolled out, which earned him a tremendous reputation among the common people.

At the same time, he vigorously reformed and developed the military; the once peaceful nation of Percival experienced a period of rapid development.

Under Liam Anderson’s rule, Percival truly achieved a prosperous and peaceful era where no one picked up lost items from the street, and nobody locked their doors at night.

“Sir, the King is planning to weed us all out, we can’t wait any longer…”, Atton Rowney urged worriedly

Nando sat at his desk, his stern face cold as frost.

Nando snorted coldly, “I knew this day would come, it’s just, I didn’t expect him to be so impatient.

He’s still so young…”.

Atton Rowney’s eyes shone brightly, “Does sir have a solution?”

Nando’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, “Having lurked in the shadows and remained patient for ten years, he’s like a lone wolf.

He thinks he’s concealed himself well, but he doesn’t realize that he’s already exposed a weakness.”

“I’m the one who helped him ascend to this position, naturally, I can also pull him down.”

“Sir, what do you want to do?”

“That Saintess has been making quite a show lately, isn’t she about to become the Queen Consort?”

Atton Rowney instantly understood his meaning, “But how to explain it to the Holy Master?”

Nando paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, “She’ll understand.”

Power struggles demand sacrifices, it’s either you die, or I survive.

Her momentary pity raised a menace; let him deal with this trouble now.

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The seventh day of the seventh month marked the annual traditional festival of Percival called the Masking Festival, and Inracetales would hold a grand parade on this day.

Masking Festival, translated from an ancient Percival language, means a matchmaking festival.

On this day, single men and women wearing masks would take to the streets, singing and dancing.

Women would pin an Iris Flower, signifying pure love, to their hair bun.

When they came across a man they were fond of, they would remove the Iris Flower and give it to the man who couldn’t refuse and would also have to remove his mask.

If he wasn’t to the woman’s liking, she could take back the Iris Flower.

This matchmaking method, supposedly invented by the first queen of Percival, had brought together countless couples over the centuries.

Traditionally, the Queen Consort would grace the occasion with her presence, accepting the adulation of everyone and blessing the young men and women.

The new King had only just ascended to the throne and had yet to take a new Queen Consort.

Although everyone knew that the Saintess would be the next Queen Consort, the marriage hadn’t yet taken place, and her title was not yet official.

However, as the most noble and sacred woman in Percival, the people revered her like a goddess.

Women prayed to her for her blessings to find a suitable partner while men prayed to find good wives and have a harmonious and happy marriage.

They all unanimously believed that if they could receive the Saintess’s blessing on the day of the Masking Festival, it would be a great honor.

It would also fill them with confidence in their impending love affairs.

Therefore, when the news spread that the Saintess would bless women personally on the day of the Masking Festival, it immediately caused a sensation throughout Inracetales.