The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 712

Chapter 712

* Gabriel caerered to his feet, fighting through the dizziness, his gaze snapped back to where they had bean, only to find the barn levered in shock, Dale had already escaped with Adeline,

Gabriel rared “Bastards! After them immediately! I want them found, alive or dead!”

“Yes, Your Gracel” The remaining dozen or so assassins melted into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.

Gabriel watched as Dale and his wife disappeared into the distance, his expression icy with suppressed fury.

“None shall escape my grasp!” he vowed darkly while the assassins pursued them relentlessly.

Dale knew they had nowhere left to run. Rather than die at Gabriel’s hands, he decided to go down fighting.

His life was already forfeit. All that remained was vengeance, for his wife, for his child.

Meanwhile, back with Eliza.

It was well known that the Holy Lady had taken her vows and pursued her cultivation at Saint Grace Nunnery.

For the Holy Lady’s shadow guards, the King and the Prince Regent deployed a strong security presence around Saint Grace Nunnery and at the base of Mount Westin.

The guards did not prevent commoners from climbing the mountain to pray, nor did they obstruct the nobility. Only one group was strictly barred.

By order of the Prince Regent, the people of the Duke’s estate were explicitly banned from setting foot on Mount Westin.

Of course, anyone who clearly looked like an assassin or killer would be stopped too, no questions asked.

So, when Dale fled to the foot of Mount Westin, none of them, including Gabriel, dared to pursue him any further.

They could only watch helplessly as Dale carried Adeline’s lifeless body up the mountain toward Saint Grace Nunnery.

It was obvious who he was going to see.

She sat on the stone bench, her gaze resting on Dale as he knelt before her. Cool and calm, she asked, “Do you want revenge?”

Dale knelt desperately and pleaded, “Yes, Your Grace! I beg you, help me! I’ll pay any price.”

He clenched his teeth, his face twisted with a fierce, raw intensity unlike anything before.

The Marquis’s estate was gone. His wife and child were dead.

The only thing keeping him alive now was the burning desire to kill Gabriel.

“Your Grace, don’t you despise Lord Mowbay as well? After everything he’s done to the Padilla family, and to you, he deserves to die.

“But Your Grace, you cannot act alone. You need a blade.” Dale spoke directly.

Eliza chuckled lightly. “A blade? You think you’re worthy to be wielded by me?”

!

Convinced he still had enough value to offer, Dale was about to nod.

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