Beatrice Warrior Nun Novels & Stories

Chapter 50 It was morning already and Beatrice walked around the mansion waiting for Melinda to get dressed. She wasn't dressed in the fancy princess way but like a lady going to war while her sheathed sword was placed behind her with a small rope that went through her neck to the sword sheath. "Are you ready?" Beatrice asked, staring at her sister that had worn a thick dress and a front corset that stopped just below her front cleavage making her look like one of that Councilwoman that visits the Lord only to lure the man to bed.

Quickly, his eyes snapped to a new figure walking out from behind the Buddha statue. It was an elderly nun. She donned a plain, humble robe, and radiated a countenance of kindly gentleness. Though she was obviously very wizened, she was brimming with vim. Zayn could even sense her boundless vitality. Zayn was shocked. The old nun was a superior class fighter. In fact, she had attained the third tier, too. He had never thought that a secluded little temple would house such a powerful fighter. “Halt,” she intoned.