The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

The Black Flag soldiers brought over a chair, and Nolan sat down casually. "Lord Mowbay, relax," he said. "My men are seasoned veterans. They've killed countless enemies on the battlefield.
"They know exactly when to draw their blades. As long as you and your sons don't interfere, no one will get hurt."
The message was clear—if Gabriel or his family tried to intervene, Nolan's men wouldn't hesitate to act.
Gabriel had always known Nolan to be ruthless, but he hadn't expected Nolan to be this brazen in Duke's estate.
With an icy expression, he said, "Eliza is my daughter. She made this decision on a whim, without my approval. I'm about to have her ask the king to withdraw the decree. Your escort isn't necessary."
Nolan glanced at Eliza, who had stopped in her tracks. His tone remained calm. "Is that what you want?"
Eliza didn't hesitate. "No. Becoming a nun and praying for the country is my own choice, and I won't regret it."
"Eliza!" Gabriel barked. "Are you really set on cutting ties with the Stonor family?"
Faced with his fury, Eliza simply sneered and said, "Like I said—thank you for your blessing, Father."
Gabriel's face darkened, his expression downright terrifying. For a moment, fear flickered in Eliza's heart—she had rarely seen him like this. But even so, she refused to back down.
Watching the exchange, Nolan gave an approving nod. "Understood. Half your time is up, Holy Lady. You should hurry."
Without another glance at Gabriel, Eliza turned and ran off.
Gabriel's gaze snapped back to Nolan, his voice colder than ever. "Must you stand against me like this?"
Watching Eliza disappear into the distance, Nolan let out a theatrical sigh. "I don't have a choice. Just following orders."
Then, he narrowed his eyes and flashed a faint smile. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't make things difficult for me, Lord Mowbay."
At this point, Gabriel understood—unless the king himself revoked the decree, Nolan wouldn't back down.
"Fine." Gabriel's tone was sharp as he shot Nolan a glare. "Prince Nolan, since that's how you want to play it, I'll go to the palace myself."
Nolan remained unfazed. "You'd better hurry. Once Lady Eliza takes her vows, it'll be too late."
Knowing there was no room for negotiation, Gabriel wasted no time. He ordered Dylan and the others to keep an eye on Eliza, then called for a carriage and left for the palace with Benedict.
The brothers left behind exchanged bitter smiles. 'Father, even you can't outmaneuver Prince Nolan. What are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to stop Eliza?' they thought.
With only a few minutes left, Eliza didn't waste time. She had the Black Flag soldiers carry her pre-packed luggage before slipping into her mother's room.
She stored everything of value—including all of her mom's belongings from before her marriage—inside her pocket farm.
Lastly, she went to the private chapel and took her mother's memorial plaque. There was no way she'd leave her mother behind.
She would bring the memorial plaque to Saint Grace Nunnery, where she could pray not just for the country but for her mother as well—hoping that if there were another chance, she would never have to cross paths with the Stonor family again.
Soon, Eliza returned to the front courtyard, where Nolan was already looking impatient. She hurried forward. "Your Highness, I'm ready."
"Then let's go." Nolan stood and started walking.
Eliza followed without hesitation. Dylan and the others tried to step in, but the Black Flag soldiers' blades made it clear they wouldn't get far.
Watching her leave with Nolan, Dylan couldn't hold back. "Eliza! How can you just walk away like this? Don't you feel guilty about abandoning Father and us? Aren't you afraid you'll regret this one day?"
Eliza stopped and turned to face him, her voice cold and unwavering. "I've never wronged any of you. And I never will regret this." With that, she stepped into the carriage.
Nolan mounted his horse and led the escort, guiding the crowd toward Mount Westin.
Meanwhile, Gabriel and Benedict unexpectedly gained swift access to the king in his study.
"Your Majesty," Benedict began, kneeling, "Eliza only asked to become a nun because she was upset after Caleb from the Marquis's estate broke off their engagement. If she enters Saint Grace Nunnery today, she'll be trapped there for life."
Gabriel also knelt. "Your Majesty, my daughter acted on impulse, but she regrets it now. I beg you to withdraw the decree and allow her to return. I promise to discipline her properly and prevent any future trouble."
The king raised an eyebrow. If he hadn't seen Eliza's injuries himself, he might have believed these two schemers—that this was just a lovesick girl acting out. But now, he doubted she had any regrets.
Still, Gabriel was a longtime court official, and the king couldn't afford to be too blunt. He chose his words carefully. "Well, Lord Mowbay, have you or your son heard about Eliza's recent visit to Mount Westin?"
Gabriel had no idea, but Benedict hesitated before nodding, looking embarrassed. "I did hear she met with Reverend Mary Mendoza."
That was the extent of his knowledge—he had no idea what had actually happened there.
The king arched a brow. "It seems you've heard something, but not the whole story."
Gabriel paused, wondering if there was more to the story. Benedict looked just as confused.
Seeing this, the king calmly recounted everything Eliza had done since entering the palace two days ago, including her actions at Mount Westin.
Finally, he gave them a meaningful look. "I gave Eliza every chance to reconsider, but she refused to turn back. Even after Mary rejected her, she still climbed Mount Westin on her knees, unwavering in her resolve. Surely, her reasons go beyond mere heartbreak."