The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 245

int to die. I don’t wa

to die

“Doctor, please—please save u

“My son—where’s my son?”

“Let us out please! We

! We’re not even ud

““He’s infected” He’s infected–run‘

Even before the carriage reached the gates, Eliza could already hear the voices pouring from within the stone–and–timber barricades of the quarantine zone–voices choked with fear, panic, grief, and despair.

Some wailed Some begged. Some shouted accusations. Others simply crouched in corners, too quiet, too still–their bodies pale, their skin sallow, their eyes vacant, as if they had already accepted death.

This one holds a little over two hundred infected.” Nolan said quietly, his horse riding alongside Eliza’s carriage. “It’s actually the smallest outbreak among all the counties in Noganlul”

Because the number of patients was relatively small, only a linle over a hundred masked guards were stationed here, aided by a few county officials–just enough to maintain control

“Don’t step out yet, Nolan instructed “Wait until I call for you.”

Eliza nodded. “Alright”

She had promised to follow his lead, and she did just that.

At the gates, Nolan presented his token, spoke briefly with the head guard, and whatever he said made the guards eyes light up with excitement. They stretched their necks, peering behind Nolan toward the carriage as if hoping to catch a glimpse.

Then Nolan said something more, and suddenly the soldiers were patting their chests earnestly, nodding and giving what looked like solemn assurances.

A moment later. Eliza heard his voice.

She didn’t veil herself today. Instead, she wore the flower crown Mary had woven for her–its petals crafted from silk thread. delicate and lifelike–and stepped gracefully down from the carriage

“Your Grace?” one of the masked guards gasped “Please–put on a mask! The plague-”

Eliza shook her head gently

She was already well–acquainted with the spiritual water from her pocket farm, and the moment she stepped d she could feel its subtle presence floating in the air of the quarantine zone

The herbs were doing their work. The spiritual energy was spreading.

Nolan nearly lost his composure when he saw she wasn’t wearing a mask, but Eliza gave him a reassuring look that made him hold back his

protest

She turned toward the soldiers and offered a soft smile.

“It’s alright,” she said. “The sickness will pass so

soon

Then, to their astonishment, she placed her hand on the barricade and pushed it open.

One by one, the infected began to shuffle forward–some with trembling steps, others crawling–to get closer to the voice. But before they could reach her, a solid wall of Black Flag soldiers stepped into place, forming a protective barrier around