Chapter 72
Chapter 72
“What do you mean by this, Reverend?” Nolan asked, feigning confusion
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Mary lowered her gaze. “Your Highness, I believe you understand my meaning Saint Grace Nunnery is a place of seclusion Every child who becomes a nun here mist sever all worldly attachments and attain complete purity of mind. Serenity is no exception.”
Nolan’s expression remained indifferent. “Reverend, do you believe I am disrupting Serenity’s practice?
Mary said noth..
stretched between them.
has troubled me. I assume you are
After a moment…o’an finally spoke again. “Reverend, I have always had a question that h aware of it. Since you are here today, perhaps you could enlighten me
Mary did not refuse him “Please speak, Your Highness
Nolan began. “I once read in a book that God saves those who are destined to be saved. Do you think someone like me can be saved?
Nolan raised his right hand, the one had wielded a sword for years. He looked at it. The fingers were long and well–defined, but the skin was covered in scars.
Just like the wounds hidden beneath his robes, it was ghastly, brutal, and ugly.
His fingers curled slightly, and as his expression hardened, the air around him grew sharp. “Reverend, you say that true devotion requires severing all earthly ties and attaining complete purity. But for the past two years, I have known no peace.
There are whispers in my ears. I dream every night, dreams filled with blood as if I have descended into hell, unable to escape. If this is my fate, does it mean God refuses to save me? Or is this simply my punishment?”
Mary closed her eyes brielly. “Your Highness, you fought for your country and defended the people from invasion. Though your hands are stained with blood, you have saved countless lives.
“You have protected the people and ensured the Bortenland’s prosperity for generations to come. With such deeds, there should be no talk of punishment
“If it is not punishment, then does that mean God still refuses to save me?” Nolan’s face remained unreadable.
“Perhaps there is a greater will at play.” Mary said
“A greater will?” Nolan let out a laugh at those words. “That certainly seems to be the case.
He turned and glanced toward the great hall. “I have endured these tormenting days for so long. I thought there was no cure. Yet, because of a chance encounter when I came to send her off that day, 1 found something here at Saint Grace Nunnery, a remedy,”
He chuckled. That is fate. Is it not?”
Mary hesitated.
Nolan immediately seized the opportunity. His deep gaze sharpened, carrying a quiet intensity. “Reverend, you should understand. I am not disturbing Serenity’s practice. I am simply following the will of fate.”
After completing morning prayers, Eliza quickly gathered her Bible. When she turned around, she noticed that Nolan had not moved an inch, still waiting at the entrance of the great hall
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And at some point, Mary had also joined him.
Eliza clutched her Bible and jogged over. “Hi, Mary, Your Highness.”
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“Morning prayers are over?” Nolan asked in an easy, familiar tone. Without waiting for a response, he reached over and took the Bible from her lunds. “Let me take a look”
Eliza did not object.
The moment h
Eliza glanced down an
Is were empty, however, something else was suddenly placed in them.
several nearly wrapped paper packages. A sweet, tempting aroma of pastries filled the air.
“Are these from Dan, ea House?” Eliza recognized the scent immediately.
“Sharp nose.” Nolan chuckled. “Enjoy it. They were fresh out of the oven this morning. I have been waiting here for so long. The scent is probably fading.”
Eliza was tempted but did not take a bite right away. Instead, she turned to Mary, her eyes filled with expectation.
“A nun should not be overly concerned with food,” Mary said.
“Mary, please,” Eliza said.
“But since you have been particularly diligent in your practice lately, you may have one. Mary was helpless.
Eliza’s eyes lit up instantly. “Then can I share the rest with the other guys?”
Life at Saint Grace Nunnery was harsh, and treats like pastries were rare luxuries.
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