The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 557

557.Chapter 557

557.Chapter 557

Aria knew Louisa was asking with a purpose and played along, showering her with flattery. “Even the Holy Lady can’t compare to you. The Holy Lady may be divine, but you–you’re an angel from the heavens. How can mere mortal beauty ever compare to yours?”

Louisa replied, “Hmm, well said. I like that.”

Louisa nodded, clearly satisfied.

She had seen Eliza’s portrait, but it only struck her as pitiable at best.

But in terms of beauty? Eliza didn’t even come close to her own appearance.

Louisa was confident that no matter what relationship Eliza had with Prince Regent, it posed no real threat to her.

As long as Prince Regent saw her once, he would be hopelessly captivated.

Louisa smiled to herself, pleased with the thought.

Just then, the carriage came to a sudden stop.

The coachman reported, “There are dozens of disaster victims blocking the road ahead. They seem to be heading toward Centrina City.”

Louisa, still adjusting her hair in the small mirror, asked indifferently, “Are there any young men and women among them?”

“Five or six,” came the reply.

“How old are they?”

“There seems to be a pair, a man and a woman, around the age of twenty, and the others are a bit older.”

Louisa raised an eyebrow, set down her mirror, and smiled, calling out, “Aria.”

Aria immediately understood and sighed inwardly.

She turned, stepping down from the carriage, signaling the guards as they headed toward the group of victims. Thirty minutes later, the victims remained, but the five young men and women were nowhere to be found.

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Meanwhile, Eliza and Nolan’s relief team had already reached the outskirts of Centrina City.

Logically, the imperial relief supplies and provisions should have arrived by now, with Prince Regent and the Black Flag Army already present. The people of Centrina City should have been ready to welcome them–or at least open the gates. But now, as dawn broke, the gates remained shut.

Despite the presence of guards on the city towers, even when the Black Flag Army displayed their flags and issued orders, the people on the towers remained unmoved.

They simply said, “Please wait quietly. We will report to Lord Jefferson, and he will decide.”

Eliza and Nolan exchanged a glance, both puzzled.

Wherever the Black Flag Army went, Nolan was present–unless it was a royal order from the King, no one should stand in their way.

Yet, here they were, blocked at the gates of Centrina City.

Nolan said, “Bring Rafe forward.”

“Yes, sir,” a soldier responded:

Nolan decided to question someone.

And that someone was Rafe, the man they had captured from the bandits.

When Rafe was brought forward, he was shackled but appeared unharmed.

Having spent the past two days with the Black Flag Army, eating, drinking, and dressed, he looked much healthier than

when he was with the bandits.

Rafe asked, “Your Highness, are you asking about Centrina City?”

Rafe had become used to this by now, since every the fort koeto question him, it was always about simple things–directions or Woteria’s situation.

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But now, seeing Centrina City just ahead, Rafe had a feeling he knew what Nolan was going to ask.

Nolan didn’t keep him guessing. He asked directly, “I recall the governor of Woteria’s name is also ‘Malone, correct?”

Rafe nodded, “Yes, Your Highness.”

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“What’s his full name?”

“It’s ‘Jefferson Malone.”

Nolan raised an eyebrow. “It’s a fine name. But I’m curious about something.”

Rafe lowered his head, appearing both respectful and humble. “Please, go ahead.”

“The governor of Woteria is Felix Malone, and the magistrate of Saint Snow City is Jefferson Malone. If there’s no connection, I don’t believe it. So, are all the officials from Woteria related to you?”

Nolan’s use of the word “you” made Rafe’s heart skip a beat.

Rafe thought, Has Prince Regent figured something out?

But then, he quickly realized something was off and calmed himself. ‘He’s testing me. He’s truly not someone to be underestimated.‘

Rafe dropped to his knees, terrified, and said, “I don’t know. All I know is that Woteria does have a Malone family. They’re a prestigious family, a hundred–year–old family with many generations. The governor of Woteria is probably one of them. As for Mr. Malone from Saint Snow City, I don’t know much about him because I’m not from Saint Snow City.”

Nolan had already sent someone to confirm that no one recognized Rafe.

“Then where exactly are you from?” Nolan asked, his eyes locked on Rafe.

Clearly, Nolan wouldn’t let Rafe off the hook until he revealed the truth.

Rafe reluctantly replied, “I should be from Centrina City, but not from within the city itself. I’m from a village about ten miles north of Centrina City.”

It sounded like a remote location.

Rafe thought that by mentioning such a place, Nolan would probably not bother to verify it. After all, people like him, insignificant as he was, didn’t warrant such attention.

But Rafe didn’t know Nolan trusted his instincts.

Nolan immediately said, “Fine, stay put. I’ll be conducting relief operations in Woteria. Since you’re from a village, after Centrina City’s relief operation is finished, I’ll send someone to deliver the supplies to you.”