The carriage swayed to the monastery of Hagia Sophia, looking at the tall stone building, for some reason, Victoria felt that it exuded a thick air of death, and she couldn't help but want to escape.

However, after taking a deep breath, Victoria walked into the cage where she had lived for ten years.

Walking through the vestibule into the backyard, the convent suddenly became more crowded, but those who had to salute when they saw Victoria seemed to ignore her, and walked straight past her, and occasionally some even deliberately bumped her shoulder to provoke Victoria.

According to Victoria's previous status and character, this kind of thing would never be tolerated, but she also knew that it was time for her to lose power. Without saying a word, Victoria walked past the crowd with her head held high.

Just as Victoria was about to make her way through the crowd, a hand grabbed Victoria.

Victoria turned her head to see that she was caught by a woman in her twenties, whose name seemed to be Joanna.

"What for?" Victoria asked coldly.

"What for?" Joanna asked jokingly, as if she had seen a mouse, "Don't you know what I'm going to do?" Then I'll show you!" After saying that, his right hand swung up fiercely and slapped Victoria's face.

The sudden slap knocked Victoria to the ground. Joanna didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, she pounced on her at once, pulled Victoria's hair fiercely, pulled Victoria up, and said with a cruel smile: "Look at this dazzling blonde hair, how dazzling, do you want to cut it?"

None of the surrounding nuns came up to stop Joanna's action, but gloated at such a scene, as if it were a farce in life, bringing a little color to this boring and monotonous life.

Victoria let Joanna pull her hair, endured the pain, and sneered: "Hehe, Joanna, you are still so useless!"

"What do you say! You slut!"

Syllable! Another slap in Victoria's face. The vicious slap made Victoria's cheeks red and swollen, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"How's it going? How's it taste?" Joanna shouted arrogantly, "Victoria, look at the way you look now. It's like a who is bullied, what qualifications do you have to be crazy with me!"

Victoria didn't refute, but laughed, and laughed louder and louder.

Joanna looked at Victoria, who was laughing, and was furious, and slapped her backhand again. This time, Joanna didn't catch Victoria, causing her to fall to the ground.

Joanna pointed at Victoria and said fiercely: "Victoria, how dazzling and proud you used to be. In this monastery, you can afford to look down on anyone. Did you think of today? Today I will also give you a taste of being looked down upon!"

Victoria fell to the ground, looking up with great effort, a bruise-purple scar on her red and swollen face. I saw Victoria slowly wipe away the blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, and smiled at Joanna: "You are wrong Joanna." You're wrong. I don't look down on you at all. “

"What?" Joanna asked, shocked.

"I've never taken you seriously. To me, you're just a bunch of tools, and you don't deserve to be compared to me. Victoria fell to the ground, but at this moment she looked down on everyone as if she were in the clouds.

"Shoot her!" Kill her!" Strip her naked and throw her outside!" Put her in a dungeon!"

Vicious curses erupted from the mouths of the normally compassionate nuns around her, and Victoria, who was in the center of the storm, didn't seem to care at all, just smiled happily at the nuns who showed their ugliness.

"Victoria!" Joanna looked at Victoria, who was still proud in front of her, and she didn't understand where her pride came from and who gave her the capital of pride. "As long as you kneel in front of me, how about I spare you from death?"

Victoria glanced at Joanna and closed her eyes.

"You can't kill me, Joanna."

"Good! You're looking for your own death, no wonder I'm going to die!" Joanna watched Victoria's refusal to lower her noble head even if she died, and with a fit of rage, she pulled a knife out of her sleeve.

"That's enough, stop!" Just as an enraged Joanna was about to stab Victoria to death with a knife, an old but majestic voice came from both sides.

Joanna looked up and saw a figure in one of the windows above the convent, a wrinkled nun in her fifties.

When Joanna saw this person, she immediately fell to her knees and cried out with a trembling mouth, "Mama." At the same time, the surrounding nuns also knelt down, and the originally noisy monastery fell silent in an instant.

The old nun said to the following: "This is the end of it, and it is not allowed to do it again." Come up, Victoria, I have something to say to you. ”

Victoria opened her eyes, looked at Joanna kneeling in front of her, smiled and said, "See, you can't kill me." Gently patting the dust on the nun's clothes, Shi Shiran turned around and went upstairs.

Joanna punched the ground, and blood slowly flowed out of the broken gap, staining the ground red. "Victoria, I won't let you go, one day I'm going to let you know what it's like to be humiliated! I'm going to tear off your proud mask and see what's inside!"

Victoria looked at the old nun in front of her and saluted, "Mama."

The old nun nodded and said, "Victoria, you can be a nun in peace in the future, and don't worry about worldly affairs anymore."

Victoria agreed, "Yes, Mama."

The old nun nodded, and waved her hand to signal that Victoria could leave.

Looking at Victoria's departing figure, the old nun couldn't help but sigh. Victoria was brought up by her since she was a child, and it can be said that she has the same emotions as her daughter, and now all she can do is keep her peaceful life.

Elizabeth has been in a state of confusion for the past few days, and the blow of losing her father is like the sky has fallen for this young girl who is not yet familiar with the world.

The war left an indelible shadow on this beautiful girl, and the family that was still living happily together disappeared in just ten days, and the home did not exist.

The first thing Victoria saw when she came back was Elizabeth's thin back, alone leaning against the window, looking at the empty sky silently.

Victoria walked up behind Elizabeth and gently hugged her in her arms.

Elizabeth felt the movement behind her, took Victoria's hand, and asked blankly, "Sister?" What are we going to do in the future?"

Victoria stroked her blonde hair, which was as dazzling as herself, and then she suddenly remembered that day Alan had caressed her hair like this. Victoria whispered in Elizabeth's ear, "It's going to be fine." You still have me. ”

Elizabeth turned around and hugged Victoria, buried her head in Victoria's chest, and said with a crying voice: "Sister, you promise me that you will never leave me again."

Victoria hugged Elizabeth as if she were holding her most important treasure.