Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Your Majesty Grace, there is no need to think of me as a fool. When you threatened me... you didn't act like someone who had lost his memory."

"I have indeed lost my memory, but forget it if you don't believe it. You tell me about your father first."

Avro gradually became immune to Grace's unbridled attitude. She rubbed the smooth tea cup back and forth with her fingertips. She lowered her head and thought carefully about answering Grace's question.

"Father became a member of the Ministry of Finance eight years ago, um...and has been working hard since then, and then..."

She racked her brains and thought, but couldn't think of any useful information. She could only sigh and give up on herself and said:

“I don’t quite understand political things.”

It was not much different from what Grace had imagined, and Avro's character didn't look like he could enter politics.

The Ministry of Finance is the position second only to the Prime Minister. If you can become a minister, there will be reasons to frame him and win over him.

So, Grace changed the question, "Are there many people giving gifts at the banquets held at your home? How often..."

"In recent years, there have been a lot...especially in the past three months, I seem to have often received gifts from other nobles."

The past three months?Is it possible to get promoted?Or is there something that others need to please?Or did you touch someone else's cake?

Grace's eyes lit up, and she suddenly caught the key point of the news, "What has your father done in the past three months? Is your immediate boss leaving? Or is he siding with you successfully?"

Avro shook his head and replied blankly: "I don't know, my father's position has not changed much in the past few months."

It seemed that her teammates were completely useless. Grace spread her hands, looked at Avro and sighed slightly.

What a pure white lotus who is ignorant of the world.

Grace also wanted to ask specifically about the current status of the heir apparent in the palace, but was interrupted by a deep male voice.

"Dear guests, the dishes you ordered have arrived."

Grace looked around and saw a waiter in a tuxedo. He was pushing a cart with food. He folded his right hand on his left chest and bowed respectfully.

After receiving permission from his eyes, he opened the lid of the dinner plate and served a plate of shiny steak, followed by caviar, confit salmon, and finally dessert - coated with a thick layer of icing sugar. strawberry cake.

Of course, these are all for Afro.

Grace's food only consisted of simple, sour dry bread, and she even thoughtfully asked the front desk not to add any sugar.

"Dear guests, all the food you ordered has been served. I wish you a pleasant meal."

After the words fell, as the waiter left, the dining table became dazzling.

Avro raised his head slightly and saw Grace's pitiful food at a glance.

A piece of dry bread placed on a round porcelain plate is reserved for the poor who are struggling to make ends meet.

Even in Cotillard's Dream, the most luxurious restaurant in the imperial capital, it would be difficult to make it taste rich.

Afro observed carefully that there was not even a trace of velvet sauce or chocolate sauce on the bread for decoration.

This meal was ordered by Grace, who clearly knows what precious and delicious ingredients are.

But Avro doesn't understand why she treats herself in such an extreme way?

Almost everything about Grace is a mystery.

Avro looked down at the oily foie gras, and finally at the dry bread. The back-and-forth comparison was always unpleasant to this kind-hearted nun.

Grace raised the knife and fork gracefully, and then cut the dry and hard bread piece by piece, as if she was eating expensive steak instead of bread.

Then, a sense of curiosity and confusion once again came to her mind and turned into a substantive question. She asked softly:

"Your Highness Grace, why did you only order one piece of dry bread for yourself?"

In Grace's eight-year revenge career, abstinence and constant climbing have become almost everything to her.

She never eats any food that can bring happiness and satisfaction to people, because it will weaken people's will.

It is this belief that makes the temperament exuding from Grace's soul be as cold and desolate as snow.

"Because food that is too sweet will make people lose their will to improve. Only those who are not afraid of losing everything can stand in the end."

Grace simply narrated without even raising her head, but it made Avro feel that Her Royal Highness had an unusual side.

In Avro's perception, Grace, as the fifth princess, actually possesses a splendor and wealth that ordinary people cannot enjoy.

As the proud daughter of heaven who grew up in a honeypot, she can be spendthrift and luxurious.

But it can't be like this... It seems that some kind of compassion is budding, but just a trace of it is born, and then it disappears like the wind.

Her Royal Highness Princess Grace is an out-and-out liar!

How could I believe her so naively?

"I didn't expect Her Highness Grace to be such a self-controlled person."

Afro supported her head with her left hand. At some point, her eyes were always focused on Grace.

Her Royal Highness seems to have some kind of magic power, and people have to be attracted to her.

She looked curiously at the girl who was chewing like a hamster, and couldn't help but ask sincerely:

"Does Her Majesty Grace have any unattainable goals now?"

The system seemed to be detecting the conversation between the two people anytime and anywhere, before Avro finished speaking.

A mechanical electronic sound suddenly sounded in my mind.

[Just simple insults and scoldings cannot make Avro surrender. She still has complex hostility towards you. 】

[System prompt: The task of establishing the majesty of the master has not been completed. Please control Avro's eating to let her understand the true meaning of the master. 】

[Recommended options: 1. Forced feeding 2. Rice bowl training 3. Feeding instruction 4. Human body feast]

[Tip: After the mission is completed, the intermediate Holy Flame Technique will be rewarded. 】

Endless game options?

Grace frowned rebelliously.

Maybe it was just a tug on the collar and the system wasn't satisfied.

Now according to the system's options, she must choose one to execute.

So...the question is, which option should you choose now?

14. You were born to be a tableware!

While Grace was hesitating, the system dinged, like a depraved demon in the abyss, issuing a new prompt.

[The system prompts that Avro's current favorability value is 25, sanity is 65, and spiritual surrender is 10%. If the master's majesty is established with negative favorability, the task reward will become the advanced holy flame technique. 】

Grace was a little surprised that Avro actually had a good impression of her.

But emotion is more complex than any mathematical problem, and it cannot be simply measured using numerical values.

Grace only believed in Avro's attitude what she saw.

The system seems to be obsessed with guiding itself towards evil.

If its behavior is not recognized by the system, it will issue more severe tasks in the future.

Selecting any one of these recommended options will not create a good impression in someone's mind, and may even destroy all the previously constructed characters.

It seems that the villain character can no longer be separated from himself?Then just go down one road.

Although Grace advocates truth, goodness and beauty, she is not a selfless Madonna.

When there is a fork in life, many people will be confused and hesitant. The stubborn Grace will only choose without hesitation, and then never regret a path to the end.

Because for Grace, even if she travels through time, this world is just a simple holographic game.

She is not the poisoned Fifth Princess at all, nor does she have any sense of belonging.

So Grace quickly made her choice - the most difficult option 4.

The human body feast, as the name suggests, is a way of serving food using the human body as a plate.

Most of the time, this way of dining will be carried out in an unobtrusive manner. It can be regarded as a marginal service form. Once the choice is made, there is no room for change.

Grace imagined it.

Well... since everyone is female, there's actually not much that can be done.

So, she put down her knife and fork, folded her hands on the dining table, and looked scorchingly across the slightly swaying candlelight on the dining table, directly into Avro's eyes.

While she was deconstructing the person from beginning to end, she answered Avro's question:

"It's not that I can't achieve my goal, I'm just used to it, but I'm thinking about something very special now."

"Is there anything special that Her Highness Grace should think about so much?"

Avro leaned forward and answered naturally. This was a listening instinct developed from listening to the sins of believers in countless confession rooms.

However, Grace laughed softly at this moment.

This time, there was no smile in her eyes at all, but a sense of pride and arrogance with the right to absolutely conquer.

She was completely different from the one second before. She looked more like the unruly and perverse Princess who asked her to wear the collar when she first met her.

Avro had a vague premonition in his heart.

Grace raised her fork and poked it down gently. The fork was like a straight tombstone, inserted into the remaining half of the burnt bread.

People have thousands of faces, and for Grace, she has long understood what kind of people and what kind of masks to wear in front of them.

Since it is a villain, of course it must be vicious.

Grace half-supported her head, arrogantly like an old aristocrat with a weird temper, and said sarcastically,

"Since Cotillard's Dream is the most prestigious restaurant in the entire imperial capital, the bread here still tastes terrible. I'm wondering if it's a problem with the tableware?"

Afro has been a eldest lady since she was a child. From a very young age, she learned the value of food from the nuns in the church.

Avro asked puzzledly, "Will the tableware affect the taste of the food?"

She frowned again, and a certain intuition became stronger and stronger.

People in the Holy See often say that the more pure a person is, the more capable he is of feeling the mysterious existence.

This mystery can be the future, a call from the gods, or something impossible.

I always feel that the current Princess Grace is very strange, and Avro even feels that the Princess will do something detrimental to herself next.

“When cooking, we pay attention to the color, aroma, and taste. If any one of them is lacking, the flavor of the food will be greatly compromised.”

Grace said, resting her elbows on the table and resting her delicate and delicate face on her intertwined hands.

"For the same price, people tend to choose something with more gorgeous packaging, because it makes people feel that their money is more cost-effective, right?"

Those scarlet eyes finally took on an aggressive and dangerous color.

Avro held the handle of the table knife tightly and was secretly on guard. Her figure was as straight as a pine tree, and the expression on her face was frozen, repelling people thousands of miles away.

"Your Highness Grace, I don't understand the meaning of your words."

Her Royal Highness will definitely do something to herself, Avro had this thought in her heart without thinking.

She lowered her head and looked at the collar around her neck. For some reason, the black and red cowhide leather collar had a light blue magic halo.

Strange fluctuations, not controlled...but still lit up.

Grace, will she use this to control herself?

There was a quiet silence in the spacious box for a while, and the originally elegant and calm piano music outside the hall was replaced by lively flamenco dance music at some point.

Faintly coming through the exquisitely embossed bronze door, the romantic and lingering music style made Avro's heart sink.

Grace stood up, put her hands on the dining table, and leaned forward with a feeling of oppression.

"I mean - do you want to try being the tableware today?"

"Today's cutlery? What do you mean?"

Avro didn't react for a moment. She looked up at the Royal Highness in front of her, and then followed her eyes, and her eyes fell on the silver tableware that shone with cold light.

Finally understanding how humiliating this was - Avro's eyebrows stood up like sword blades, and he almost endured it through his back molars as he asked:

"Ge, Lei, Si, Your Highness, are you serious?"

Grace understood that if she really took that step from here, there would be no turning back from the evil life.

She never regrets her choices and only succeeds.