Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Avro lowered his head, and what he saw was a little girl about ten years old. She held a piece of bread in her rough hands, and carefully held a yellow wooden bowl in her right hand.

The girl's face was a little yellow due to malnutrition, her hair was dry and curly, and she wore a gray and slightly hairy scarf around her neck.

The worn, patched beige cotton-padded jacket still looked a bit too small for the girl's slender body.

It's Carol, who has a soft and innocent personality. She likes to pester herself and ask some whimsical questions, and occasionally she will give herself some beautiful flowers that grow in the garden of the orphanage.

There are many children like this in the Rhodes Welfare Institution in the West District of San Francisco.

Behind Carol, the children of all ages gathered together and lined up in a long line, waiting for today's dinner in an orderly manner like slow ants.

The operation of the Rhodes Welfare Home is basically funded by Father Morton of St. Valli West District.

Even though there are many enthusiastic people who donate, the food for the children is not good because of the steady flow of money in the welfare home.

A portion of hard bread with a little seasoned butter, and vegetable soup with some minced meat.

Avro quickly waved the spoon and gently poured the broth mixed with vegetables into the bowl.

Her holy and kind face forced a friendly smile and whispered,

"Do you want to eat enough today? Little Carol."

"Thank you, Sister Afro."

Carol showed a sweet smile. She held the small bowl filled with soup in her hands as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in her life.

The team moved forward slowly, and Afro raised the spoon in inexplicable anxiety.

Goddess above, if I believe in you, you are the only answer to liberation, if only you can guide the way forward.

If only you were the only one...this believer would do anything in exchange for your blessing for her.

The spoon filled the empty bowl again and again, but it could not fill the eroding hole in my heart.

The crowd dispersed, and the entire canteen was empty except for Afro.

The blood-red glow slanted in through the door, much like the desperate and ruthless twilight when the sinners came to an end in "The Chronicles of the Goddess".

The girl sat on the chair in despair, her right hand hanging down weakly.

Of course Afro knew not to listen to rumors, and he also knew that there was no point in rushing.

But emotions are like sudden love, a white horse that refuses to take the reins, and a moth flying into the fire.

Even if you know you can't do something, you still can't help but move towards the mistake.

She did not dare to enter the palace immediately to explore the truth or falsehood of the matter.

I don't have the courage, so I can only escape here in confusion.

"Grace..."

She murmured someone's name, hoping that when she arrived at the palace, the girl with a temperament as cold as snow would still be lying on the bed quietly reading a book.

Pretending to be indifferent, he looked at himself from the corner of his eye with great concern.

He even said it in a unique and expressionless manner - "Afro, I have found a new idea to bully you now."

Avro stood up in a daze, then sat down quietly holding his chest.

Boom, boom, boom, the long-lasting bells in the distance sounded, vaguely feeling like the decree issued by the goddess.

As if someone had hit his head hard, Avro stood up in shock as if he had just woken up from a dream.

If you want to know the answer, just go to the palace to find out.

No matter what the emotion is, whether it is like it or worry...

The thumping of footsteps on the stone slabs echoed in the huge canteen.

The rising wind moved the hem of her skirt. Avro pursed her lips and ran as fast as she could in the direction of the palace.

……

In the conference hall of the government hall, Victoria sat at the top of the round table, quietly listening to the report to herself by Colonel Nickel, who was wearing a Rhine uniform.

The two golden Imperial Medals hanging on his military uniform represent his outstanding military exploits in two battles.

Following this, there was a terrifying scar left on the left side of his face.

But fortunately, he has good facial features and a strong body, so these two long and narrow scars are more like a symbol of honor.

"With the support of the Alliance Army, the army led by Phoenix is ​​about to break through Manta."

The colonel's voice was unhurried, but his words were enough to make people feel the anxiety on the battlefield.

"Naturalized Ibros belong to the lowest level of citizens in the empire, and the Ibros are very resentful. Coupled with the refugee riots caused by the cold weather... So when Phoenix came out, the Ibros responded with a hundred responses, and the Ibros stationed in Manta The Imperial Army was defeated."

"Princess Phoenix not only raised the banner of restoring the country, but also asked Lain to return the ten cities on the border, and also demanded that Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess be handed over..."

Manta is the center of Ibrogo Province and the original capital.

The port in the city has waterways extending in all directions. Once Phoenix controls Manta, it means that Ibro may be restored to the country.

As for why the imperial sister should be handed over, the reason is also very simple.

Because Grace's mother-in-law is a treasonous witch and a red misfortune.

As the newly elected leader of Ibro, Phoenix may execute the treasonous scourge to show Ibro's courage as a monarch and win the hearts of the people.

Victoria crossed her hands and looked at the battle report on the table with her eyes lowered, her calm eyes showing no joy or sorrow.

"Where's General Fornock?"

"General Fornock is guarding Manta's last line of defense, and the northwest frontier is now supporting..."

Colonel Nickel reported with a serious face, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

The clear voice echoed in the conference hall, and Colonel Nickell looked embarrassed.

"come in."

Victoria nodded to him and asked the people outside to come in with a soft female voice.

The black and white maid uniform was neatly pressed, and Caroline walked in with an expressionless face.

She briefly made eye contact with Nicol and asked, "Colonel Nicol, could you please wait outside the door for a moment."

As a soldier who worked his way up to the position of colonel, Nickel's emotional intelligence was not low. He nodded knowingly, straightened his back and quietly closed the door.

Squeak, watching the door being closed tightly, Caroline lowered her head and leaned close to Victoria's ear, reporting softly,

"Your Highness Victoria, Your Highness Grace were not found. The prosecutor's office did not find any bones, but the central area has huge and complex magic fluctuations."

"There is currently no way to detect what type of magic it is. The prosecutor's office speculates that it is a magic type attack."

Victoria pressed the tip of her tongue against the left cavity wall, her eyes calm and unruffled.

Caroline knew that this was a sign that Her Royal Highness would enter a state of irritation.

She narrowed her eyes like a leopard hunting, and continued to ask:

"What about the women who are with the imperial sister?"

"The name saved on the casino is Lucia, but the casino will not register the guest's identity truly and specifically."

"At the same time, according to the guards, the woman who entered the room with Her Highness Grace is named Nora."

"Everyone with the same name as Nora in the imperial capital has been identified. There are 156 people in total. The Imperial Guards are closely investigating, but the possibility of fake names cannot be ruled out."

Caroline spoke clearly and looked into Victoria's red pupils tentatively.

"Your Highness Victoria, do you have anything else to give me?"

This time, to put it bluntly, it was actually his own incompetence.

Caroline expected a scolding, but in the end Victoria just let herself investigate closely.

This is a bit of a surprise.

Her slender and beautiful index finger with luxurious manicure tapped harshly on the table. Victoria pondered for a long time and then slowly commanded,

"Draft an official document and send it to my father, asking all the casinos in the West District of San Juan to be completely closed down for one month. The Koda Casino will be closed down for six months."

"Yes."

Caroline nodded respectfully and continued to ask, "What about Your Highness Grace?"

Victoria conveyed the order more calmly than usual, as if her heart was as hard as steel.

"Continue to look for other possibilities of escape, find a few priests with crooked ideas, and ask them to sacrifice their life force and use the Holy Spirit to ask the goddess whether Grace is alive now."

After saying all this, Victoria's strong voice gradually became tired. She rubbed her temples and leaned on the headrest of the chair, slowly closing her eyes.

"You go down first. By the way, take Colonel Nickel to have dinner first. I want to take a rest first."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Caroline saluted respectfully and then quietly left the conference hall.

It wasn't until she was sure that the door was closed that Victoria slowly let out the stagnant breath in her chest.

Digest alone.

Until things are settled, all negative emotions will only become an obstacle to achieving your goals.

She always keeps the teacher's teachings in mind, and only with strong psychological quality can she get to the end.

So, what do the father and brother Karta think?

Victoria opened her eyes clearly,

Judging from the results of the investigation, it seems that it was not a fatal act by them, but more like an accidental sudden incident.

But since the poisoned wine incident, one thing happened to Grace one after another, and death was closing in on her.

It's more like the death arranged by fate was accidentally disrupted, so the whole world is working towards the goal of letting "Grace" die.

……

The carriage galloped on the avenue in front of the Victoria Palace at an extraordinary speed, bringing with it bursts of chilling winter wind.

The dusk of twilight has disappeared, and tonight there is no light from the stars and the moon, and it is so gloomy that one cannot see the future.

Avro was in an extremely anxious mood. She sat by the window of the carriage and frequently looked out at the palace that was getting closer.

She longed to see Grace in the next second, and then Her Royal Highness was still immersed in reading a book as usual, and said coldly:

"Am I going to die so easily? Rumors stop at the wise. Your anxiety seems to be nothing at all."

After finishing speaking, he pretended not to care and closed the book, using lame excuses to invite himself to stay in her bedroom and sleep with her.

But in the distance, the lights in Grace's fixed bedroom were ruthlessly black, as if the god of death was wandering through.

All the lights in the surrounding windows were bright, but hers...

My mood suddenly plummeted, as if I had sunk to the bottom of icy water, and Gudu Gudu could no longer keep calm.

Avro lifted up her skirt, ignored the knight guarding the door, and ignored the maid who was shouting and blocking her, and ran straight and risklessly towards Grace's bedroom.

The girl gasped for cold air.

Maybe Grace is kidding herself?

How could someone like her be willing to lose in such a common way...

Yes, she is very mean. She must be angry because of her neglect a few days ago.

"Miss Avro Argerich... Your Highness Grace, you are really not in the palace right now."

I could no longer hear the surrounding sounds, and I just wanted to rush to the girl's bedroom as quickly as possible and pull her out of the closet where she was hiding.

He stepped over the steps and ran quickly through the corridor. Bang, the door was brutally opened.

It was empty, not even the cicadas chirped in winter, and all that was left was the silence of death.

The expression on Avro's face was shattered like porcelain.

She lifted the quilt, opened the closet, opened the curtains, and searched every place thoroughly.

"Miss Avro, Her Highness Grace is really not in the palace. If you continue to do this... I can only invite knights to escort you away."

Grace's personal maid, Miss Sarah, quietly dissuaded her.

Avro reluctantly stretched the muscles on his face and showed an "I know" smile.

The fingers holding the window were almost turning white with force, and the uncontrollable discomfort submerged her breathing like drowning. She numbly looked around at the maids surrounding her.