The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

"That's all for today. As for the Everlife Vine, I'll take care of it. But not a word of this leaves this room," Nolan said, pressing his fingers against his brow with a brief sigh.
He couldn't help but think, 'She's really bold and doesn't even know how to keep her own secrets properly.'
Ross and the others exchanged puzzled glances.
Lawrence studied Nolan's expression, then frowned. "Prince Nolan, you're not planning to ask that person about the Everlife Vine, huh?"
Nolan stayed silent. Lawrence immediately caught on. "But Prince Nolan, your condition can't be put off any longer. The longer you wait, the worse your episodes will get. Since the Everlife Vine practically landed in our laps, why not just ask her directly?
"If we secure the Everlife Vine, we'll only be missing one last ingredient—the Bloodshade Blossom. After that, we'll have everything we need. What's there to hesitate about?"
This time, Ross and the others nodded in agreement. "Prince Nolan, no matter what, your health should come first."
Nolan knew they were only worried about him. But when he thought of Eliza, he couldn't bring himself to agree.
After a long pause, he finally said, "That's easy to say, but you all know that even if we get these two ingredients, the chances of finding the last one are slim."
At those words, the room fell silent.
He wasn't wrong. As rare as the hundred-year-old Purple Shroom and Everlife Vine were, at least they existed in the world. But the Bloodshade Blossom?
Lawrence had only ever read about it in ancient medical texts passed down through his family. There was no real proof it even existed. Finding it was like searching for a ghost.
"Alright, don't dwell on it. I'll handle it," Nolan said, trying to ease their concerns as he noticed their dejected looks.
Lawrence sighed inwardly. Since Nolan had decided, there was no point arguing further. They had been by his side long enough to know—once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.
After Lawrence and Ross left with the others, Nolan sat alone in his room and let out a quiet sigh. "She really knows how to test me."
Meanwhile, Eliza remained unaware that her simple gift had revealed more than she intended. She was focused on tending to the herbs in her courtyard.
She wanted to grow something of her own, just like Mary. Mary loved orchids, so she planted orchids.
Eliza, on the other hand, decided to grow medicinal herbs. It was the perfect way to experiment with the effects of her pocket farm.
She had cultivated two small plots. When Mary found out, she even gave Eliza a bag of seeds.
Eliza planted them in both plots—but with one difference. She watered one with regular water and the other with water mixed with the spiritual stream from her pocket farm. She wanted to compare the results.
Now that she had Tina by her side, she was extra cautious about entering her pocket farm. She only went in late at night when everything was quiet, completely covered under her blanket.
A month had passed, and the herbs inside the pocket farm were flourishing.
Fortunately, these were the kind that got better with age, so there was no rush to harvest them. She could just let them grow.
Eliza returned to the spot where she had picked the two Purple Shrooms.
As she saw fresh sprouts emerging from the once-empty patch, her heart leaped with joy. She quickly fetched some stream water and gently watered them.
Nearby, the Everlife Vine was in full bloom, its tiny flowers thriving in the rich soil.
Eliza smiled, brushing her fingers over one of the flowers before continuing her tour of her ever-expanding herb garden.
As she passed each plant, she flipped through her herbal encyclopedia, carefully matching them one by one. But one particular herb caught her attention.
The encyclopedia had detailed records of the other herbs, but for this one, there was barely any information—just a rough description of its shape, a name, and an origin. Bloodshade Blossom—native to foreign lands...
Eliza compared the plant several times before confirming that it was indeed the Bloodshade Blossom.
Unfortunately, there was no mention of its medicinal properties.
A thought crossed her mind—she wanted to taste it. But she quickly shook her head, dismissing the idea. 'Better not. I don't even know if it's poisonous. I don't want to end up poisoning myself,' she thought.
Finally, she decided to set it aside for now and wait for a chance to ask Mary about it.
A couple of days later, the Stonor family sent someone again.
This time, Sophie didn't come alone. Clearly, she had learned her lesson—coming to see Eliza alone only ended in getting splashed or beaten. So this time, she brought a bodyguard—Matthew.
Benedict was tied up with work at the palace, Dylan was still locked up, and Anthony's health was too poor for him to come. That left Matthew as the only option.
Eliza was in the middle of her morning prayers when a nun informed her that someone had come with a message.
Without even looking up, she waved a hand dismissively. "Let them wait outside. If they don't want to wait, they can leave." She wasn't the one in a hurry, after all.
The nun relayed Eliza's message word for word. Outside Saint Grace Nunnery, Sophie and Matthew's expressions soured.
With the blessing ceremony over, Saint Grace Nunnery had reopened its doors, and the Black Flag soldiers stationed at the foot of the mountain had withdrawn. Visitors had resumed their usual prayers, making the place as peaceful as ever.
Matthew, who rarely visited Saint Grace Nunnery and had yet to experience real frustration here, scoffed, "What could she possibly be doing that's more important than coming to see us?"
"Eliza has her own matters to tend to," the nun replied coolly. "If you don't want to wait, you're free to leave. Saint Grace Nunnery isn't holding you here."
With that, she turned and walked away without a second glance.
After Dylan's forced intrusion and his attack on Eliza, the nuns at Saint Grace Nunnery developed a deep dislike for the Stonor family.
Mary even issued a direct order—no one from the Stonor family was allowed inside without permission, Sophie included.
Unable to go in and find Eliza themselves, Sophie and Matthew had no choice but to wait outside.
Two hours passed. Sophie nearly turned to leave several times out of sheer frustration.
But the night before, Benedict had made it clear—they had to get Eliza's forgiveness. Dylan's condition in jail was worsening, and he couldn't last much longer. No matter how humiliating or irritating it was, they had to endure it.
So Sophie gritted her teeth and stayed put.
By the time Eliza finally emerged in the afternoon, Matthew had run out of patience.
The moment Eliza appeared, he stepped forward and demanded, "Eliza, what exactly do you want to let Dylan go?"