Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"But Lady Goddess, she... is wrong. Is this... true?"

"Really. She told me that you should eat more and rest well now. When the time is right, she will really take you to Paradise."

Grace pressed her clothes hard on the old man's body, but the old man still resisted, and then she turned to look at Afro.

And Afro happened to be looking at her, and the two looked at each other silently in the cold winter when their breath turned into misty smoke.

Avro had a clear view of Grace's behavior. She didn't understand why Her Royal Highness seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person.

Although I hate Her Royal Highness, what she is doing now is actually not annoying.

The emotional confusion in his heart turned into a twist between his eyebrows, and Avro looked at Grace with complicated eyes.

Grace patted the car window childishly, coughed, and solemnly introduced to the old man,

"This...is the future Holy Lady of the Holy See. She can testify for me that everything I say is true. The Holy See of the Holy See will not lie, right?"

"Your Majesty the Holy Maiden?"

The old man's eyes were wide open, as if it was the first time he had seen such a person. She tremblingly made a sign of a cross on her chest and saluted, "So you are the Holy Maiden? Forgive me for being rude, I just..."

"You don't need to salute me, we are all just believers of the goddess."

Avro's eyes were lowered, but he saw the delicate face of Her Royal Highness, a faint smile suddenly blooming like the melting winter snow.

In fact... Her Royal Highness is still kind at heart.

After a fierce psychological struggle in her heart, she finally slowly opened her mouth to add to Grace's lies.

"Then, what she said is true. You don't have to give everything you have to the goddess anymore."

"Really, really? Will the goddess really come to pick me up in the future?"

The old man said excitedly, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be washed clear and sparkling in an instant.

"real."

Avro couldn't bear to expose it, so she nodded. Seeing the old man's faith confirmed, her mood improved a lot.

But Grace's behavior doesn't end there.

On her delicate and round jade-like earlobes, she wore a warm and smooth drop-shaped gemstone earring. Its clear color resembled a turquoise lake.

Grace took off the earring and waved it to the old man.

"Did you see this? I will give it to the Holy Lady to redeem all your sins in your name. From now on, even if you don't come to the church, as long as you still believe in the goddess in your heart, the goddess will still take care of you."

The old man's eyes were slightly moist, and she kept bowing to Grace.

"Thank you, thank you, distinguished lady, thank you, no one has ever been so kind to an old guy like you, thank you..."

Grace supported the old man's body, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we are all believers of the goddess, you don't have to do this..."

……

After greeting the old man, Grace finally boarded the warm carriage.

Avro was sitting on the far right side of the carriage. She changed into a fluffy white coat, pursed her lips and frowned, as alert and confused as a lost deer.

Grace had a golden retriever named Wangwang before. In winter, she liked to put Wangwang in pure white cotton-padded jackets.

Now Afro, with his blond hair hanging down and wrapped in a white cotton jacket...well, he looks like a puppy.

Grace smiled softly and sat down by the car window.

The soft seat cushions, smooth driving range, and lightly scented indoor air made Grace squint her eyes comfortably, leaning her forehead against the foggy window like a lazy and quiet cat.

Oh, by the way, I haven’t given the thing in my hand to Avro yet.

Grace opened her palm, and an emerald lay quietly on her fair skin.

She poked Avro's body with her elbow, and then displayed the precious gem in front of the girl.

"Afro, by the way, this is what I just said I would give to you."

"It's just right. I'll tie it on the collar for you. It will look like a beautiful necklace."

Even though Afro had a straight face, Grace still moved forward lawlessly, resting her other hand on the soft cushion.

Avro could even feel that the cushion beside his buttocks was slowly collapsing.

Her Royal Highness is brazenly breaking this atmosphere of separation.

Avro instinctively wanted to shrink back, clutching the corners of her nun's uniform tightly with her palms, but Grace's hands were almost invading her neck.

Avro looked at those impossibly clean eyes and the white earlobes missing half of the earrings. His throat moved slightly and he asked softly,

"Why?" - Why do you treat the old man like this, why do you treat me like this?

But Grace didn't understand the meaning. She just looked into Avro's eyes and praised:

"Because the color of the gem is as beautiful as your eyes, I wanted to give it to you as a gift."

Avro actually wanted to refuse Grace's request.

but……

but……

However, she did not refuse.

13. Which special option should I choose? (4k)

The black cowhide collar has a simple and convenient D-shaped buckle, and in the center of the wearer is a metal buckle.

As long as the earrings are strung together through a silver chain, they are not much different from the decorative necklaces of the upper class.

Avro thought Grace would put it on herself.

But she just held the gemstone earrings with her index finger and thumb, and compared them with her neck from a distance of thirty centimeters for a while, then nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Well, it is indeed very suitable."

A three-centimeter silver chain hangs with exquisite lake-green gemstones. Grace's hand hovers in mid-air, fully displaying the clear and distinct carved shape of the gemstone's rhombus.

It's just that she leaned forward and looked very close to him, but she always maintained a considerable distance.

The two of them tacitly did not take a step closer, their eyes looked at each other complicatedly in the air, and then Avro fled in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? This is a bribe I gave you on behalf of the old man. Be nice to her next time you see her and tell her to stop donating money stupidly."

Avro thought for a long time, and finally hesitantly reached out his hand and silently placed the green gem in his palm.

After being held in Her Royal Highness's palm for so long, the gem still felt cold, just like her own.

She had the tenderest compassion for the old man Afro, so she softened her voice and said, "You don't need to tell me, I will do the same to her."

But in the end, Afro was afraid that Grace would misunderstand that he was very friendly to her.Therefore, she deliberately leaned her soft body to the other side and added in a cold tone,

"Also, if it is not necessary, please stay away from me, Your Highness."

After finishing speaking, Avro pursed her lips, thinking about going back, so she decided to throw away the things given by Her Royal Highness, as well as the clothes she wore...

Grace was used to almost childish rebellion.

In fact, people who are happy are the best to control.

Her body retreated, but she couldn't help praising her like a dog,

"Well... Afro is such a kind and good boy."

This kind of praise should be something that Afro, who hears the voices of believers every day, should be accustomed to, but when it comes from Grace's mouth, it is particularly strange.

"What are you doing?"

Avro frowned and looked out the window with his head tilted. Gorgeous rococo-style buildings passed by one after another. Light snow fell on the roof and flew past the window.

She secretly looked at the girl in the fogged glass, and said with disgust, "I don't need you to say such things." - I don't need your praise.

The best way to deal with a tsundere is to obey three times and then rebel once.

In this way, she will be confused for a long time, why she doesn't obey me, and start to wonder if there is something wrong with herself.

"Well, I won't say it next time."

Grace was as docile as a tamed cat, barely using any retort to reply to her.

Therefore————the result was a surprised and confused look from Sister Afro.

Grace had such a look in her eyes.

She didn't need to give any response, just quietly admiring the snowy scene outside the window.

Let the nun guess the rest.

……

When it came time to treat guests to dinner, Grace followed Avro's suggestion and chose the most famous music restaurant in the imperial capital, "Cotillard's Dream".

Cotillard's Dream is the most upscale dining spot in the Imperial Capital.

The restaurant's environment is extremely elegant, and is dominated by delicate and luxurious Rococo style.

In the center of the restaurant is a round table that has been heightened and reinforced. A very charming lady in a backless evening dress is sitting in the center, her green-white fingers dancing on the black and white piano keys.

A burgundy velvet blanket embroidered with tulips unfolds in layers from the center like a scroll, accompanied by the melodious and elegant piano sound that fills the entire restaurant.

The guests wore long skirts, suits and leather shoes, spoke softly and elegantly.

The waiters who came and went were elegant in black and white tuxedos and shuttled back and forth in the restaurant like swimming fish.

In a small private room with the curtain drawn.

Afro sat opposite Grace. Behind her was a huge oil painting of a starry sky, and she was sitting in the painting.

The white porcelain cup on the table was filled with mist. The nun took a sip of black tea, her eyebrows filled with worry.

"The banquet was set up by His Majesty the King to welcome His Royal Highness Victoria, the Third Princess, back to the court. It must have been six o'clock when my brother attended the banquet. He also told me in the afternoon that a new medical use of crimson grass was recently discovered."

"Then he didn't come home all night. I thought my brother was drunk or had gone to the alchemy. Unexpectedly, news came from the palace at noon that your highness had been poisoned and that my brother was the murderer."

Unfortunately, this is not the news Grace wants.

"Speak the key."

Grace reminded, "Has your brother offended anyone recently, and has your father had any political interests with others recently?"

The person who can frame the blame on Brother Avro, the person who can poison himself, must be in a high position.

The key point is what is his purpose? Is he trying to find a scapegoat, or is his purpose the Argerich family?

Avro frowned. She didn't even need to search through her memory. Her eyes were firm and she said almost without thinking:

"Brother cannot offend other people. He is in the alchemy every day...at most he will only interact with the professors in the academy."

"How could the rich young ladies and young gentlemen in the academy poison you, Your Royal Highness?"

There was still no nutrition at all, Grace sighed helplessly.

Tapping the rim of the cup with her slender index finger, Grace looked into Avro's eyes and asked a series of questions in a more detailed and rapid-fire manner.

"Where is your father? Position? Has he taken over anything important recently? Or has he had any interests with others?"

Avro was a little surprised. She frowned and asked, "Your Highness, don't you know this?"

Back then——I heard that Her Royal Highness chose Argerich voluntarily.

Shouldn’t Her Royal Highness know exactly what Argerich’s conditions are?

Grace admitted frankly, "The poisoning has side effects. I lost my memory."

Well, inheriting the initial save of a game character you don’t understand can be considered amnesia.

"By the way, you don't need to call me Your Royal Highness. Call me Grace. It's easy to get confused with the Third Princess."

It was as if a stone had been dropped into the blue wave-like pupils, and the pupils trembled like ripples. Avro asked almost incredulously,

"Have you lost your memory?"

"Yes, I don't even know the way to the palace now. But that's not important. I want to catch the guy who poisoned me now."

And then - kill him cleanly.

Grace said as calmly as a noble lady chatting about which bottle of perfume smells better.

Pupils dilated and then narrowed. Avro was dazed for only a moment. Then she realized what she was doing. She lowered her face, lowered her beautiful eyes, and said extremely calmly: