The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 632

632.Chapter 632

“Raisa?” Eliza froze for a moment, then frowned and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Her eyes swept over Raisa’s outfit, which was unmistakably that of a palace consort.

“How dare you speak to Lady Raisa like that!” Mandy, noticing Eliza’s close relationship with the queen–her mistress’s rival -instinctively stepped forward to defend her mistress, her tone sharp.

But before she could finish, Diana’s gaze turned icy in an instant.

“Impudent! A mere maid dares to disrespect the Holy Lady? Someone, slap her!”

The senior maid serving Diana didn’t hesitate. At the queen’s command, she strode forward, raised her hand, and delivered a sharp slap to Mandy’s face.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The crisp sound of three slaps left Mandy stunned. She instinctively turned to Raisa for help.

To her shock, Raisa remained motionless, letting out a soft chuckle. “Why are you looking at me? Didn’t you hear the queen? A mere maid who dares to insult the Holy Lady deserves punishment.”

Mandy’s heart sank. She wanted to protest, to say she was only standing up for her mistress. She didn’t understand why Raisa suddenly sided with the queen.

Her sense of injustice quickly turned to fear as Raisa’s next words sent a chill down her spine.

“You should be grateful to the queen. If it were up to me, you’d already be dead.” Raisa’s gaze shifted sideways, her eyes cold and brimming with murderous intent.

‘What a worthless fool. Keeping her around is a waste, she thought.

At this point, if Mandy still couldn’t understand that she had crossed Raisa’s line, then she truly was beyond saving.

Her face turned pale, and with a loud “thud,” she dropped to her knees, trembling all over as she pleaded, “Your Grace, please spare me! I won’t dare to do it again!”

“Raisa, if you want to discipline someone, take it back to Serenity Palace. Don’t bring your petty squabbles here,” Diana said coldly, her disdain evident as she shot Raisa a withering glance.

Diana held back, mindful of her position as queen.

Otherwise, her words would have been blunt. “Get out of here and stop being an eyesore.”

Raisa, fully aware of Diana’s temperament, merely smiled as if unbothered. She then turned her attention to Eliza.

“Your Grace, if you have matters to discuss with Her Majesty, please continue. I wouldn’t dream of interrupting,” she said, her tone deliberately casual, as though she were the most gracious person in the room.

She intentionally avoided addressing Diana directly, but this only made her presence all the more grating.

The implication behind her words was clear: “Go ahead and talk, but I’m staying. If you think you can make me leave, think again.”

Raisa’s audacity knew no bounds; she behaved as if the palace were hers.

Diana’s fury simmered beneath the surface.

In the past, Diana wouldn’t have hesitated to drive Raisa out with a whip.