From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1521: 686 Destiny for a Good Man_1 Chapter 1521: 686 Destiny for a Good Man_1 The main streets of Inracetales intertwined in various dimensions, seemingly more bustling than the vibrant lanes of the past.

Flower merchants, mask sellers, snack vendors, and artisanal craftsmen lined the streets.

The roads were crowded, mostly with young men and women walking in pairs, radiating a joyful and flirty atmosphere.

“As expected, this custom is lively and interesting,” Randa said, subconsciously touching her face mask, chuckling at the person beside her.

“Even the Saintess descends to the mortal realm today to experience the earthly joys of an ordinary woman.”

The lady’s slender figure was completely concealed under a large black cloak, with an ethereal white glimmer occasionally revealed from within the thick ink layers as she walked.

This subtility further emphasized her mysterious aura.

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As the lady lifted her head, an exotic fox-mask perfectly shielded her countenance.

Behind the long, narrow fox eyes, lay an intricately dark veil that induced limitless thoughts.

Deonte was neither too close nor too far away, his face also masked.

However, his gaze was persistently fixed on Aubree, not neglecting her for a moment.

“Today, you aren’t a Saintess, but a regular woman, who has the freedom to choose whom she loves.”

Randa held Aubree’s hand with a smile and led her through the crowds.

Suddenly, a man blocked their path.

Upon a closer look, Randa found a younger man wearing an eerie mask.

His clothing revealed a wealthy background.

However, his eyes circled the lady under the black cloak before ultimately settling on Randa’s mask, exhibiting a slight lustful look.

The black-cloaked lady’s cover was too concealing, revealing nothing compared to the visibly radiant red-clothed lady before him.

After observing the streets for a while, he realized that only this lady in red boasted an exceptional demeanor.

Hence, he couldn’t help but obstruct her path.

“What are you trying to do?” Randa asked, her eyes squinting slightly as she smiled.

Her voice was enticing, floating lightly without any hint of anger.

Instead, it was filled with more leisure.

Furthermore, the allure at the end of her sentence was irresistible.

The man made a step forward, not bearing to resist: “Gracious lady, might I be able to share a dance with you?”

There’s a dance party at the square after sunset, and the young men and women who fancy each other all participate.

“To share a dance with me isn’t impossible, but you must…”

The man’s eyes flashed with a sense of achievement.

‘See, none can resist my charm.’

“As long as you crawl like a dog.”

Even with the mask, Randa could sense the man’s face shifting with fury.

His eyes bulged with anger as he stared at Randa: “I was just flattering you.

There’s no need to be so indignant.”

Randa placed her hands defiantly on her hips, unabashed in her air of superiority, “I’m also flattering you by asking you to crawl like a dog.

Be careful not to throw away your face while I am giving you one.”

“You…

you are simply wicked!

How can there be such a nasty and willful woman in this world?

No man on this earth would ever lay his eyes on you, even if he were blind!”

“Hmph…

what’s so great about men?

Do they even deserve my attention?

Could you all first evaluate oneself before claiming to be worthy of tying my shoes?”

Randa’s arrogant words made the man blush, and he was left dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.

Randa left with a scoff, dragging Aubree away pompously.

“You granted me the freedom to choose my lover, but why do you scorn the men of this world?”

The young lady’s voice was as soft and clear as a breeze by the moonlit stream.

“Most men in this world are faithless and fickle.

Finding a loyal man is even harder than reaching the heavens.

Women are already in a disadvantageous position.

If they gamble and lose, the fallout would be disastrous.

But you’re different.”

Randa turned to look at her: “You are the best woman in the world and deserve the best man.

Affection is a part of human nature.

If you don’t experience it, what’s the point of living a lofty life?”

Randa had a soft smile on her face, her eyes sparkling like the serene waters.

Her gentleness was almost unbelievable.

“Everyone should behave capriciously once in their lifetime.

I look forward to you finding your destined lover.”

‘My destined lover…’ The young lady murmured softly to herself.

As the sun set, Inracetales welcomed its liveliest evening.

The square was bustling with young men and women, dressed in colorful gowns, dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Randa led Aubree into the crowd, stepping in time with the rhythm.

Randa had never been more excited before, seeing the normally ethereal Aubree showing a hint of awkwardness for the first time made her laugh uncontrollably.

“So even you can have such a day, this is absolutely entertaining.”

It wasn’t that Aubree couldn’t dance.

It’s just that those skills she had painstakingly learned were long forgotten in the depths of time.

She never thought she would be able to pick them up again.

However, after the initial awkwardness, she quickly got the hang of it and effortlessly merged with the crowd.

Realizing she underestimated Aubree again, Randa couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

“Watch out…”

Before she could react, she tripped on someone’s cloak.

The area was cramped and difficult to navigate.

Not wanting to hurt any innocent bystanders, Aubree prepared for a close encounter with the ground.

Suddenly, a pair of hands caught her slender waist.

In the blink of an eye, she fell into a sturdy embrace.

The overwhelming scent of youthfulness overpowered her, leaving her momentarily dumbfounded.

The pair of hands held her by the waist, grip firm, exuding a dominant presence.

As Aubree glanced upwards, she found that the man was considerably taller, blocking the waning moon behind him.

She saw the pair of eyes behind his mask, dark and turbulent, deeper than the darkest night.

Aubree remembered Kelly complaining about how characters in TV shows failed to recognize each other just because they wore masks, questioning their apparent blindness.

Wearing a mask is merely a form of self-deception.

Some people, even with their appearances concealed, are instantly recognizable in a crowd.

Aubree suddenly realized that unknowingly, she had become this familiar with him.

The dazzling lights and boisterous voices behind them seemed to have faded away into the distance.

In the whole universe, it seemed like they were the only two people present.

Aubree’s mind echoed with Randa’s words from earlier, ‘your destined lover…’

A flash of insight shattered Aubree’s thoughts, and she took a subtle step back.

“How did you come to be here?”

The moment the words left her lips, Aubree realized her error.

But it was too late.

She decided to remain silent.

“When I was in school, I read about the customs and cultures of Percival in a geography book.

Since then, I was quite intrigued.

Now that I can see it for myself, it’s truly a worthwhile experience.”

The young man spoke with an impressive demeanor and acted with ease, as if talking to an old friend he hadn’t seen in years.

His actions concealed familiarity but lacked intimacy, perfectly balancing the male-female dynamics.

Aubree observed him carefully.

He seemed to have changed in the few days she hadn’t seen him.

Perhaps this change will always remain a mystery to her.

She quietly exhaled a sigh of relief.

When Aubree realized how subconsciously tense she became around him, she silently started reciting a calming mantra to herself.

“Actually, this country has many more interesting places.

When we have time, I can tell you more about…”

As the man spoke, his words suddenly trailed off.

The sparkling gleam in his eyes appeared to be momentarily obscured by a cloud.

“I have to return home.”