From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1533: 692 Annihilation_2 Chapter 1533: 692 Annihilation_2 The crowd was filled with both sighs and fear.

Liam Anderson suddenly raised his eyes, looking towards Aubree Groove’s direction.

Struggling, he stood up and stumbled step by step towards Aubree Groove.

The young lady’s white clothes were stained with drops of crimson, like red plum blossoms blooming on a snowy field, bewitchingly beautiful.

There she sat, with her stunning face pale and indifferent.

Liam wasn’t in good shape either, covered in blood.

He knelt down, extending his hand covered in fresh blood, carefully touching her cheek.

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His handsome brows and eyes beaming with a tender light like spring water, “You chose to stay… I’m so glad…”

With those words, he collapsed straight into Aubree’s arms, completely unconscious.

Aubree looked at the unconscious man in her arms and silently sighed.

“Take the King back to have his wounds properly dressed.”

Although Liam’s wounds were extensive, they were just superficial and did not harm his health.

He would recover with proper treatment and rest.

The Divine Art immediately instructed his subordinates to carefully lift Liam and carry him away.

Vermilion Bird walked to Aubree’s side with worried eyes, “Saintess… Your body…”

“I’m fine,” she interrupted.

Aubree slowly rose to her feet and crouched down beside Nando.

Vermilion Bird’s eyes shrank at the sight.

The white clothes she wore revealed specks of blood seeping through on her back.

Vermilion Bird immediately moved forward, “Saintess, you shouldn’t…”

Aubree ignored him, closed Nando’s eyelids gently with her fingers, sat cross-legged and began to murmur indistinct words.

Vermilion Bird didn’t understand, but it sounded like she was chanting scriptures.

“General Nando, you were a hero in this life, but alas, you strayed off the right path.

The struggle for power is not inherently wrong.

But it only brings suffering and hardship to the people.

You were a great General, but you wouldn’t have made a good King.

The lust for power and selfish desires will only lead you to endless purgatory.

I will pray for your salvation and hope that you will achieve your aspirations in the afterlife.”

To wound one for the sake of many, that’s mercy too.

Injuring one for the sake of many, it is also considered mercy.

Whale Feather watched from afar as the young lady’s face appeared serene and divine, her body emitting a faint golden glow, a color not of this world.

He thought he was wrong.

Not even Liam Anderson deserved her.

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When Liam woke up after a day and a night, he felt an indescribable pain all over his body.

“King, you’re finally awake.”

The image that fills his sight is the simple face of the Divine Art.

Liam frowned, instinctively asked, “Where’s the Saintess?”

The Divine Art thought to himself that the King really does care about the Saintess.

As soon as he woke up, he first asked about the Saintess.

His silence was interpreted by Liam, who endured the pain and sat up from bed.

He threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed.

The Divine Art was startled, “King, the Saintess told me not to let you move around.”

Liam paused, “What did you say?”

“It’s a message from the Saintess,” The Divine Art said naturally.

“The Saintess has ordered you to rest and recover from your injuries.

Only then can you assume command.”

Now that the internal rebellion was suppressed, things in Percival could finally settle down.

“She…

didn’t leave?”

Remembering what happened before he passed out, Liam gradually calmed down.

The Divine Art was confused, “Leave?

Where would she go?”

“Where is the Saintess now?”

“Of course, she’s in the Holy Temple.

Quite a few traitors of the Silver Armor Guard have been identified.

The Saintess is dealing with them these past few days.”

Liam fell silent, and thought for a moment before saying, “Find Whale Feather and bring him to me.”

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Holy Temple.

In the spacious hall, a lady with a graceful figure slowly began to undress.

In a mirror as tall as her, scars were reflected on her back.

Due to her fair and tender skin, the scars appeared all the more startling.

The injuries were on her back, which made it impossible for her to apply medicine by herself.

Aubree then tied cotton to a stick, dipped it in medicine, and carefully applied it.

At the exit of the tunnel, Nando had flung her against the uneven stones on the tunnel’s wall.

That severe impact left a wound on her back and caused significant internal injury.

She would need some time to recover.

Now that the internal strife has been quelled, Percival can finally enjoy a period of tranquility.

This period would be just enough for her to recuperate and regain her vitality.

A shadow suddenly appeared outside the palace door, accompanied by the respectful yet cold voice of the Vermilion Bird, “Saintess.”

From the moment the shadow appeared, Aubree Groove had already put on her coat.

“Enter.”

Vermilion Bird walked in with his head lowered, the fluttering curtain in front of him revealing glimpses of the young lady’s slender figure.

Vermilion Bird immediately contained his thoughts, his voice deep as he said, “The ship has successfully left the coastal waters of Percival.

It is expected to arrive in Pethkids in two days.”

“You’ve worked hard this time.” The young lady’s soft voice floated in the air like mist.

“It is my duty to do so.”

After a pause, Vermilion Bird asked, “How is your injury, Saintess?”

“I’m fine.” The young lady responded crisely.

How could she be fine?

He clearly remembered that her back was covered in specks of fresh blood yesterday.

“I’m going into seclusion for a while, and won’t be seeing anyone during this period.

As for Pethkids, I’ll need you to keep an eye on things there.”

“As you command.”

Vermilion Bird closed the palace door, leaving him standing alone under the porch.

He looked ahead at the empty Holy Temple.

The Holy Master Green Dragon had left, the White Tiger had been declared a traitor and was locked in prison, awaiting severe punishment.

Divine Art, being a subject of the King, would not return to the Holy Temple in the future.

Now in this vast Holy Temple, only he and she were left.

“Leader.” Deonte Basil walked over with a bowl of medicine.

Vermilion Bird glanced at him, making Deonte Basil feel uneasy, wondering what he had done wrong.

Perhaps it was because he had allowed the Saintess to get hurt, Vermilion Bird may be blaming him.

Once the Saintess recovers, he would go and apologize.

“Take care of the Saintess during this period.” Vermilion Bird left the words, and walked away.

The Silver Armor Guard was severely injured and needed to be reorganized.

He also needed to keep a close watch on the situation in Pethkids, and be vigilant for spies from the King.

It would be a busy time ahead.

Deonte Basil turned around and pushed the palace door open, “Saintess, your medicine is here.”

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“I have failed in my duty and let the pirates escape.

Please punish me, my lord.”

Whale Feather knelt on the ground.

He didn’t know who the pirates were meeting, but it must be someone important, perhaps related to the Saintess.

In any case, allowing someone to escape right under his nose was indeed his failing.

“Rise, they came prepared, how could you have foreseen that?”

Liam Anderson pinched his brows.

She used her own safety to distract him, while secretly arranging for her people to escort them away—a brilliant strategy.

He could overlook all these, as long as she stayed.

Liam Anderson then inquired about the remnants of Nando, and Whale Feather answered them all.

An entire morning passed by unknowingly.

The injuries on Liam Anderson’s body were all superficial and of no great concern.

Being young and strong, he healed quickly.

As he took his medication, he suddenly thought of the scene where Aubree Groove was vomitting blood.

Immediately, he stood up and marched out.

“My Lord, the Saintess is in seclusion and not seeing anyone.”

Liam Anderson was stopped by Vermilion Bird at the door of the Holy Temple.

Liam Anderson glanced at the tightly closed door behind Vermilion Bird and asked casually, “How is her injury…

Is she taking her medicine on time?”

“Thank you for your concern, my Lord.

The Saintess is doing fine.”

Liam Anderson smiled, “That’s good.”

He then turned around and walked down the stairs.

“My Lord.” Vermilion Bird called out to him from behind.

Liam Anderson stopped and looked back.

“The Saintess asked me to remind you not to forget your promise to her.”

Liam Anderson was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

“Of course, I remember.”

To be a wise ruler, deserving of the people and the country.

Thus, she did not resist the principles to help him eliminate Nando.

I will keep my promise to you, as I’ve never gone back on my word.

Liam Anderson turned around and strode away, his imposing figure under the blue sky and white clouds holding up the might of a whole country.