Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Lucia has had love experience, how is this possible?

Nora was full of aggression and did not save any face for Lucia. She complained indifferently:

"Lucia, for someone like you, you look like a witch who has been single for hundreds of years. What you say is not convincing."

"I feel like you're the kind of idiot who's been tricked into not wearing any underpants."

"Huh~?"

Lucia uttered a question, "I won't argue with anything, because this is the fact."

"But speaking of it, she should return to heaven and be reincarnated according to the time. According to the goddess's love, this time, no matter how bad she is, she should still be a beautiful royal princess."

When the word "she" was mentioned, Lucia's high mood seemed to drop for a moment.

Like a tree that has been hollowed out by ants, leaving only a barely sustainable shell.

Nora, who was poisoned by lesbian thoughts, had no time to take into account that Lucia liked the princess instead of the prince.

Her eyes widened in shock, "It's incredible that someone like you has experience in love... Do you like her very much?"

The loneliness was indeed temporary, Lucia's voice returned to her old frivolous tone,

"It would be better to say that she likes me and has deep feelings for me. Nora, witches have no feelings. We are born to bring sin."

Obviously, this is a lie.

Nora didn't expose her either. After all, a shameless and unreliable witch like her would only shout loudly in her head - "Don't guess what the Disaster Witch is thinking."

"Lucia, you felt more normal when you were not normal."

"Thank you for the compliment."

……

The inner city is no different from the civilian streets of Klein, the imperial capital. It is more like a space independently replicated using a space array.

As a black market, there are also many people in the early morning, and various magicians in black robes are swimming on the stone streets.

Various stalls are displayed along the street, and there are endless magical props with various dazzling lights.

Compared to those upper-class aristocratic places, this is more like some kind of country fair, where anyone can sell their belongings as they like.

Casual, free and lively.

Nola was not going to sell her potion, but she followed Lucia's suggestion and prepared to take a stroll in the market.

After all, Lucia is a disaster witch, so she might be able to find some treasures.

Nora's eyes glanced at a beautiful red umbrella that could shoot magic bullets, and Lucia in her mind suddenly let out an exclamation,

"Wait a minute, Nora, stop!"

"What's wrong?" - Did you find something?

"To the left!"

Nora kept her paralyzed expression unchanged for thousands of years and strictly followed Lucia's orders.

Lucia cursed a little wildly, "Turn left! I told you to turn left! Nora, don't you know the difference between left and right?!"

Nora's good qualities made her turn to the right.

"Lucia...if you make a wrong judgment, it would be rude to blame others."

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it. In short, just arrive. If you see it's not there, yes, yes, it's there."

In the stall with various magic props, there is an old brown-yellow disk that looks like a compass in an inconspicuous corner.

The silver pointer pointing in the direction was broken in half, and the iron shell was oxidized and turned into a large embroidered yellow.

There is no magic fluctuation visible from her simple appearance.

It is more like an old item of little value than a magic item.

"The Tears of Arturius, the goddess of beauty who was said to be born in an extremely cold place, dropped on the magic crystal after leaving her homeland. It took the legendary magic weapon master Archipad eight years to create it. A sacred relic."

Lucia's frivolous voice introduced slowly, just like a tour guide explaining when traveling.

Is it actually such a powerful thing?

“Isn’t that something legendary???”

Nora didn't believe that she could encounter such a treasure in such a place. After all, she had had bad luck since she was a child. "Can I encounter such a thing in such a place?"

"Then didn't you also meet the legendary me?"

Lucia said enthusiastically and shamelessly, and then poured a basin of cold water on Nora.

"What are you thinking about? This is an old space teleporter."

"Buy it and go look through my private money. It contains the Tears of Arturius, which can speed up your magic perception and improve your efficiency. This should be the way you want to improve your strength, right?"

In fact, although Lucia is unreliable, she is not bad.

Nora was slightly touched, pursed her lips tangledly, and then said "thank you" to Lucia from the bottom of her heart.

"You're welcome, I'd rather you and Grace **** as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Nola was silent for a long time and muted the vulgar Lucia.

……

Why find Nora Francis?

Why would Grace take the initiative to find someone?

Is there anything special about her?

This is a question that makes Afro feel uneasy.

She wanted to ask Grace why, but she didn't dare.

Therefore, he could only stare at the slender figure with deep and confused eyes, like a dog constantly circling its owner.

He hoped to let Grace know his thoughts and explain them through a long stare.

Avro knew that even if he asked these words in person, Grace would not answer them.

Her Royal Highness has never opened her heart to accept herself.

Looking at the hazy white mist rising slightly on the bay window glass, looking out through the misty window, the scenery of the world is like a layer of frost-like milk cover.

Avro was leaning against the bed in despair, like a golden tulip that was about to wither without watering.

She sighed, "Alas..."

The big and delicate rose was deliberately placed in the bottle, deliberately inviting, deliberately acting, deliberately trying to understand, but unable to read Grace's emotions.

It's really uncomfortable.

"Why are you sighing? Wash up and go home early."

Grace pulled the small rope beside the bed, turned her head quietly, and looked at each other less than [-] centimeters apart.

If Afro was willing, he could even touch Grace's slender calves under her cold nightgown by moving her legs slightly.

The distance is obviously so close, and Grace obviously accepts me like a friend...

"understood."

Avro responded in a low voice, and she reluctantly propped herself up from the soft mattress.

There was an anxiety in her heart that was like gnawing at ants, coupled with a slight headache after a hangover, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She cast her gaze on Grace pitifully and nostalgically, not knowing what kind of emotion she had.

It is always difficult to get a definite answer to the emotions of adolescent girls. It is like running on a circular track and finally returning to the same place after walking for a long time.

"Grace..."

She softly called to the girl who was looking down at the book, still as cold as snow.

The spring of the empire is coming soon, right?When will Grace's indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away melt away?

Her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and her clear red pupils raised her head patiently. Grace was planning to listen carefully to her next words.

"If...you need it, I can be your knife."

Avro lowered her head and whispered in a small voice. Compared to the huge palace, her voice was too insignificant.

It seemed that all it took was the sound of turning paper to drown it out.

"As you said... you have no one you can trust in the palace. Just like in the beginning, I have become someone you can trust completely."

Sincere words can hardly be rejected by anyone.

Grace couldn't refuse this sincerity. She pinched the edge of the book, and the wall of her heart might have thought about loosening during her hesitation.

But in the end she resisted the thought.

"You will not be my knife, there will never be a time like this."

What does it mean that it will not be my knife...?

Avro frowned, chewing and savoring Grace's words carefully, as seriously and piously as he treated a theology book.

Don't you know how to use yourself?

He didn't think for too long before he was interrupted by a crisp squeaking sound.

The maid, Miss Sarah, pushed open the door and came to the bed with gentle steps. She bowed slightly to Grace.

"Good morning, Your Highness Grace, do you want me to prepare a bath for you?"

"Yes."

Grace nodded, her eyes glanced at Avro, she thought for a moment and finally said,

"Take Miss Avro to wash up, and remember to make a hangover soup."

Hangover soup?Is it for yourself...?

Avro was keenly aware of the key words in his words.

It seems that Grace is always so duplicitous, but when will she really open up to herself?

"Yes, Your Highness."

Maid Sarah nodded and responded.

Everything that happened last night would be difficult for ordinary people to accept.

But Grace experienced a night of sobriety and calmness, and quickly adjusted her emotions.

Although there was a mistake in the night's hangover operation, which caused Avro's sex to not decrease at all, the system did not impose a penalty. Judging from the final result, it was not bad.

There is no need to engage in physical behavior with Afro that is more than a relationship between friends.

Moreover, Avro is not in a state of ready to send ○ at any time today.

Everything is going in a good direction.

But Sarah’s simple words made things a little subtle,

"Your Highness, your jade earrings were not found during the usual inventory recently."

As a personal maid, Sarah always does something unsatisfactory.

To be honest, she overly magnifies her power and is good at making opinions. Sometimes she even feels that she is the one who dominates the five princesses.

This made Grace a little unhappy. She lowered her eyebrows coldly and did not respond to Sarah.

"This is a relic left by your mother-in-law, so I want to ask you if you have been in any place recently and lost it..."

A relic?This is the first time I know.

Grace couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, since you accept the identity of the Fifth Princess, you should also accept her loves and hates.

This is what she should do to occupy her identity.

One of the crystal clear jade earrings was given to Avro, and the other one was forcibly stolen by Nora...

Grace couldn't help but lower her eyes to Avro's white neck.

In the center surrounded by the pure white neck of the cup, delicate and translucent diamond-shaped earrings hang from a slender chain.