Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

She apologized again sullenly, and in order to increase the contact area of ​​her body, Nora almost pressed all her body weight on Grace.

The corner where the head is stored is Grace's delicate shoulder, where you can smell the special fragrance that belongs only to the girl.

"Cold...cold..."

Only by being so close to her can you hear her trembling lips whispering something.

Soft and imperceptible, like a cat scratching the heart.

Nora couldn't think too much, even if everyone knew that Grace's life was now in danger.

All she wished at this moment was that Grace could survive this cold.

Lucia's signal in her mind has been blocked, and Nora only said to her eagerly, "Quickly relieve the curse! Lucia!" and then quickly blocked Nora's voice.

There was no other reason, Nora didn’t want Lucia to interfere with her heart.

Similar to when you were in school, if the people around you always like to tease people who have inexplicable thoughts about you, then these thoughts can easily evolve into wonderful emotions.

After two seconds of silence, a hot power seemed to overflow from the skin and flow slowly into Grace's cold body.

With her cheek pressed against the side of Grace’s face, Nora was so nervous that her breathing was stagnant and she didn’t dare to move, just like a dull piece of wood.

It was as if the magic power of all the magic circuits was being slowly sucked away by something.

The coldness of being close to each other gradually dissipated, and Grace's frozen body gradually became softer.

Nola's body became increasingly tired and heavy, and her eyes kept blinking sleepily.

One after another, even though Nora tried her best to restrain herself, her sleepiness was defeated by the soft and fragrant warm jade in her arms.

The darkness inadvertently eroded the field of vision, and Nora fell asleep tiredly, on Grace's body.

……

A fire caused by the aftermath of magic swept through the Koda Casino. The fire burned so fast that it was almost doubtful whether it was deliberately set.

Thick black smoke curled hundreds of meters across the gray winter sky.

The attendants who rushed into the bedroom as quickly as possible did not find Grace's body.

The troubled fifth princess of the empire seemed to have evaporated in the fire and lost all news.

Such monstrous flames and such explosive news spread as fast as the morning rooster's crow in front of countless witnesses.

In just half a day, almost everyone in the imperial capital already knew that a horrific attack had occurred at the Koda Casino, resulting in numerous casualties.

The San Juan West district is adjacent to the Suco district. Avro had also noticed the thick black smoke while praying.

She also deliberately made signs of the cross in front of her for this purpose, praying to the goddess Wells to protect people from harm.

But Afro never imagined that things were beyond her imagination.

The church is a mixed place, and gossip information spreads as fast as any other intelligence field.

When Afro walked on the red carpet and passed church pillars one after another, preparing to lead the believers to start the afternoon prayer activities, she heard some subtle rumors.

Avro was not prepared to listen at first because that would be rude.

But his ears couldn't help but pick up the sounds around him. The words "fire", "death", "prince" and "murder" made Avro stop for a moment.

She glanced at the nuns whispering behind the intricately carved marble columns with her peripheral vision, and frowned slightly.

"What? Did the fifth princess really die in the fire?"

"Really... even the corpse was incinerated by the flames."

"Will someone rescue her?"

"Who can save her from such a terrible fire? The fifth princess hasn't returned to the palace yet, what do you think?"

Grace...?

His head suddenly exploded, as if someone had smashed it into pieces with a steel hammer. The light in Avro's eyes dimmed for an instant, and all that was left was the shaking of the earth.

Avro held on to the marble pillar and tried hard to pull the muscles in his cheeks, but found that he was as stiff as a corpse.

The girl's breathing stagnated at first, and she held in her breath until her face turned blue.

"Ha ha……"

Then he gulped and vomited as if he was drowning.

Avro covered his cold heart and forced himself to calm down.

This must be... it must be fake news, right?

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My family members listened to my quibbles, and today I brought the Tears of the Kingdom card.

104. The love of an idiot witch

Under the heavy quilt, the two of them overlapped as closely as a pair of overlapping dragonflies.

The coldness that originally invaded Grace's body was gradually dispelled by some kind of warm and burning power.

The light consciousness seems to be walking on the clouds or patrolling in the sea.

The only thing that bothered me was that my chest seemed to be squeezed tightly by something soft and warm.

what is it then?

It's heavy and makes people care.

His consciousness was in a trance and was swept away along the whirlpool drifting in the deep sea. Thick white fog and pure white memories swept over him.

Grace had a meaningful dream.

……

A long time ago, on the continent of Eris, there was a vast kingdom named Lain.

In this kingdom that believes in the goddess Versi, every 20 years, the Holy See of Light, which is in charge of the country's faith, will select a young and beautiful saint in accordance with Versi's will during the festival of flowers and laughter.

As a saint, she will be responsible for communicating with Wells and conveying the goddess's will to the kingdom.

In the southern part of the kingdom, at this time, there was a witch who was born due to disaster.

When the Calamity Witch was born, all living things within a five-kilometer radius perished, and all the plants in the vast wilderness turned into scorched earth overnight.

It is said that she is a murderer, and it is said that she has three heads and six arms, and she will be reincarnated in the River Styx even if she takes a look at her.

But almost only a few people know that the vicious disaster witch is just a woman who is not good at words.

She lives in seclusion in the southern forests of the Kingdom of Rhine.

My biggest hobby is raising pets, or catching hunters and travelers who are lost in the forest, and forcing them to take the magic potion I developed.

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, I will chat with these lost people about daily life.

But those people were all afraid of her. They were either so scared that they peed their pants, or they were so scared that they couldn't say a word.

Many times, Miss Calamity Witch wonders if she is really ugly.

Of course, as a witch who does all kinds of evil, there is something she must face—wave after wave of crusade.

For her, whose work schedule was extremely unstable and who stayed up day and night, these crusade troops were undoubtedly annoying, alarm clocks that came at regular intervals.

She will take her time to clean up these desperate crusaders.

But he didn't have the time to annihilate these crusaders who were holding up their staffs and whining.

Killing people like hemp?Full of blood?

The Calamity Witch never feels guilty about her actions.

She is an alien born in a very evil place.

There is no way to sympathize with those disrespectful people who knock on your door every day.

This situation lasted for a long time, and over time, the southern forest became a restricted area.

And those magic armies that come to conquer never feel discouraged.

They are stationed far outside the forest, like foxes who are always thinking about the fat sheep.

The Calamity Witch didn't understand why they kept thinking about her.

Is there a magic crystal buried under his feet, or has he polluted the surrounding groundwater and river water?

But she could feel the visiting time of those alarm clock toys gradually dwindling.

Those boring daily lives have become even more boring, and the Calamity Witch is worried about this. How can it become more interesting?

Then, she had an idea.

During the coronation ceremony of the Saint of the Holy See of Light, she kidnapped the much-anticipated Saint to her lair.

Like the evil dragon in fairy tales who does all kinds of evil, it's so cool.

She thought that people from the Holy See of Light would be hunting her down every day and night.

Now my life will no longer be so boring.

As another protagonist in the story, the saintly lady was picked up by the Disaster Witch in front of the public, and was taken away with her hands fluttering in the sky like a chicken.

The saint was just like the princess in the fairy tale. When she was kidnapped at first, she cried and fussed.

But she couldn't defeat the powerful witch.

The Calamity Witch successfully brought the holy and beautiful Saint back to her home in the southern forest - a tree house that was simple on the outside but had a mysterious interior.

As soon as she arrived in the tree house, Miss Saint began to cry softly in a more penetrating voice, as if she was enduring the greatest humiliation in the world.

The voice was faint, like a soul-stealing ghost.

The Disaster Witch was so noisy that she couldn't sleep, so she angrily took the quilt and said to the unlucky Miss Saint,

"It's so noisy! Stop crying. I'll send you back tomorrow. Then you can cry in your mother's arms."

The Calamity Witch patted the door frame hard, "Now!! I'm going to sleep, do you understand?"

The originally lovely and pitiful saintly lady, who was holding on to the wall sadly and trembling with fear, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

She neatly wiped away her tears, patted the dust on her body, made a harsh friction sound with her sharp nails against the wall, and said as if she was dead:

"Don't send me back, or I'll wake you to death."

This is the first time in Miss Witch's long life that she has met such a special person.

She was not afraid at all and could even talk to herself about ancient classics.

Like a kaleidoscope that accidentally appeared in a child's world, Miss Saint completely attracted the attention of the Calamity Witch with her strong and interesting attitude.

The days to come won’t be boring anymore.

The Disaster Witch suddenly had such a feeling.

He didn't ask her why she didn't want to go back, he just kept her here based on the intuition that she liked it.

So, the Saint gave Miss Witch more surprises.

Although she has fantastic ideas and always brings freshness to people, she is not an exaggerated and extrovert person. On the contrary, she is very gentle and reserved.

She has exquisite cooking skills and can turn ordinary ingredients found in the forest or nearby markets into delicious food.

Yes, because there are too many lost people who have been released, and there are also many expeditionary troops stationed at the edge of the forest.

The river water corroded by the disaster was also deliberately purified so that a certain holy lady could bathe at any time.

The right time, place and people led to the formation of a small and prosperous town on the outskirts of the southern forest.

When nothing happens, the saint will invite the witch to go to the market to buy some ingredients.

But for the saint, her favorite thing to do is to write novels.

However, compared to those traditional literary works with rich connotations, her works are only worthy of being used as tablecloths.

Miss Saint always likes to write some third-rate novels that make people confused...

Once the Calamity Witch asks the reason, she will say very seriously: "This is faith."

However, for the Disaster Witch, listening to her stories every time she was captured was a source of entertainment.

The Saint is particularly interested in novels in which a domineering male protagonist falls in love with an innocent little white flower.