The Lady Nun Seeks Justice Novel - Chapter 576

576.Chapter 576 The air was filled with the harmonious sounds of prayers and chants The snowy landscape stretched endlessly, with streaks of golden red light shimmering a hidden sun The snowstorm continued unabated, and the sun remained hidden.

Yet, everyone who attended the prayer ceremony felt an inexplicable sense of renewal afterward It was as if the months of suffering and hardship had been swept away, leaving their bodies and minds refreshed, an though they had been reborn into a new life. This miraculous sensation created an almost overnight bond of trust and reliance between the people and the Holy Lady, who had braved the snow to pray for them "It's her! The Holy Lady!

It really is the Holy Lady someone exclaimed in awe "I heard Her Grace felt the will of the heavens and chose to renounce worldly life to pray for the nation and its people. His Majesty, moved by her devotion, personally conferred upon her the title of Holy Lady of Walden, symbolizing blessings for Bortenland!" "So, the Holy Lady really came to save us?" "But why did she come so late?" Where there were believers, there were also skeptics. "Because of Lord Malone," someone muttered.

"What does this have to do with Lord Malone? Honestly, I can't believe such a good official like Lord Malone would ever harm people. It must be a lie!" "But I heard the reason the Holy Lady and the others arrived so late was because Lord Malone covered up the disaster. The court didn't even know about the snowstorm in Woteria until another province's governor noticed the refugees and reported it. That's when the truth came out!" "That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Why would Lord Malone hide the disaster? He has no reason to do som "Exactly! It's slander!" "Right! Lord Malone is a good official!" "Fine, believe what you want. By the way, I heard Her Grace will be praying for us again tomorrow at the city tower. Are you going to attend…" "Yes, sure!" Before the speaker could even finish, the doubters had changed their tune, their faces filled with anticipation. Their doubts were directed at Prince Regent, not the Holy Lady.