Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace was as quiet and slow as a hamster, eating until she was half full, with more than half of the mushroom mix left on the plate.

But she really had no appetite and wanted to eat again.

Grace put down her knife and fork, touched her flat belly slightly, and looked quietly at the blue night.

I don't know why, but my head always feels a little heavy, the blood on my cheeks is surging rapidly and it feels hot, and my weak limbs are also a little weak.

Maybe a side effect of that cursed "lover cream"?

The surrounding houses were quiet, and the long-lost silence made Grace couldn't help but start to think.

Nora holds many secrets.

Before gaining her trust, Grace knew that she should not touch other people's forbidden areas.

Just like the tree house now.

Grace knows whose territory this is, where the Calamity Witch once lived.

How did Nora find this place?And how did she use the compass-like magic circle to locate her position here?

Countless secrets are like a fine web, trapping Grace in it like prey.

Nora couldn't answer, and she couldn't get the answer either.

All in all, let’s take one step at a time.

Grace stopped thinking about other things and opened her panel again after a few days.

Character Grace [SP: 3/3]

Skills: [Advanced Holy Flame] [Mirror of Insight] [Patron Positioning] [Full Ice and Snow Sense]

Status: [Weak] [Cursed]

what is this?

Grace frowned her delicate eyebrows seriously.

The curse should be "Lover Frost", but when were [Weakness] and [Full Ice and Snow Sense] added?

[Weakness] does not mean that the ankle is injured. It was not in this state before. Is it a negative effect caused by the curse?

There is also [full ice and snow perception].

To be able to relate to ice and snow, Grace could only think of the sudden cold from the inside out when the lover's frost broke out in the afternoon... and could not think of any other possibility.

Is it a positive benefit of Cursed Lover Cream?

The wooden table made a slight sound on the floor, and Grace stood up from the chair.

But this stop seemed to have broken some kind of boundary.

The delayed dizziness and pain in the head occurred instantly as I stood up, which was awkward and uncomfortable.

It seems like I have a cold...?

The fireplace in Nora's room was not very warm, and her body was very weak.

There was only a short white towel to keep out the cold, so it would be strange if I didn't catch a cold.

Grace's thin white palms rested on the mahogany table, and her other hand slightly supported her uncomfortable forehead.

Maybe you just need to do what you did before, if you feel uncomfortable, just take a nap.

I still need to meet the owner of Keda Casino tomorrow to get some benefits from him...

Grace shook her head slightly, trying to make her body feel better, and then picked up the cane that was leaning on the edge of the chair.

But such efforts are in vain.

But Grace didn't care about this slight pain at all.

It's just a drop in the bucket compared to the torture of death being so close to grabbing one's throat and tearing one's body apart.

Forget it, let's go to bed first - Grace made a decision.

……

After Grace finished washing up on the second floor, she decided to go to sleep in the bedroom on the third floor of the tree house.

Because of the related dreams, every step on the stairs of the revolving corridor is as indistinguishable as Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

The Saint Lucia slept on the carpet on the second floor at first.

After her relationship with the Calamity Witch gradually became friendly, she moved into the bedroom on the third floor openly.

Of course, Saint Lucia only managed to sleep in a hammock made of vines on the third floor.

But in the end, she still used some tricks to crawl into a warm bed and spend the night together with the legendary witch of disaster who does all kinds of evil.

The bedroom on the third floor has a floor bunk for Lucia to sleep on.

Therefore, Grace is not worried about having to sleep in the same bed with Nora.

The witch's bedroom is of course very witch-esque.

Magic books of all sizes were piled up all over the wall. A gorgeous dome floor-to-ceiling mirror with a gold wire border, and the fluorescent blue lines on the headboard of the red-brown bed outlined a complicated magic circle.

The yellowish light creates a mysterious atmosphere, and all the atmosphere decoration is just right, making Grace feel like she has fallen into a fantasy world.

The maid, Miss Nora, was lying quietly on the bed, facing the window with flower pots, leaving only a caterpillar-like body hidden in the quilt for Grace.

On the left side of the bed, on the red-brown carpet in the center of the room, a layer of pure white and soft cotton quilts has been laid.

Um……?Nora was indeed very meticulous and actually remembered every word she said.

Grace was a little surprised by the girl's exquisite thoughts.

There was a dull pain in my forehead and I felt dizzy, and I couldn't lift my energy. I had just climbed a few steps, and my weak body was already covered with sweat.

You should feel better if you go to bed early, right...?

So Grace walked straight to the floor, not even casting a caring glance at Nora, who was lying motionless beside the bed.

Undo the buttons one by one, slowly take off the black winter skirt along the shoulders, untie the stockings, lift your feet, and pull out the milk-white calf skin from the black fabric.

The last piece is a silk lining dress, which she will use as her pajamas tonight.

After stacking them neatly on the side, Grace covered herself with a quilt and waited for the night to fall.

The rustling sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, and Nora almost listened to the whole thing with her ears pricked up.

Her legs couldn’t help but overlap lightly in the warm quilt, Nora raised her ears and suppressed the emotions in her chest…

What will she say?

What did she see in herself?

Her heart was beating slightly nervously, but this was not due to love or expectation.

It is a subtle tension about unknowable events in the future.

Why is she sleeping on the floor?

But in the end, all Grace did was just blow out the kerosene lamp that illuminated the room, and then quietly fell asleep where she should have belonged.

From beginning to end, he was gentle and did not even say good night.

Like a stranger.

The relationship between himself and Grace is not that bad, but the two introverted people are just like waiting for the ice and snow to melt on an extremely cold day.

The tight muscles on Nola's body relaxed, she tucked the quilt to prevent any air from entering, and said to Nola in her mind,

"Look, Grace has gone to sleep on the floor, how could she possibly... like me as you said?"

Grace is actually not that unbearable...

It seemed that just because Lucia kept babbling nonsense, it made people think Grace was a pervert.

"She has a very boring personality. If you don't even talk to her, of course she will ignore you."

No matter what Lucia said, it was as if she had a three-dimensional defense, and she always used that frivolous voice to refute from all angles.

"Forget it, Lucia, I think your ideas are sometimes too unreasonable, so you should go to bed early."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you really want to give it a try? Even if you say good night..."

Lucia still chanted in her mind without hesitation, but someone forcibly pressed the mute button midway.

Nora sighed softly, full of helplessness towards the witch.

The current Lucia cannot be regarded as the remnant soul of the Calamity Witch at all, but should be the incarnation of Cupid, the God of Love. Every day she just wants to match up two people who don't call at all.

It’s ridiculous.

Nora admitted that although Princess Grace is a bit cute, sometimes a bit crazy, she also has some secrets that people want to explore in depth.

But just relying on these advantages, it is too ridiculous to want to fall in love with someone, right?

Why didn't Grace ask herself to sleep on the bed?

Noila couldn’t help the curiosity in her heart, she clenched her fists, couldn’t help but said softly,

"Your Highness Grace, good night."

It's just right to start the conversation with a good night.

"Nora, good night."

The other party also responded accordingly in the moonlit night.

It was just a soft, nasal voice, but it made Nora feel a little dazed.

This was an experience she rarely felt...

In Francis, Nora is unwanted and marginalized, and the same is true in the academy.

Although I have friends with whom I can barely say hello, I feel alienated by my cold, expressionless face.

I am not from the same world as them.

While the students were all worrying about what kind of gorgeous dress to buy and what kind of exquisite magic props to use, Nora was thinking about it——

How to escape from Francis, how to survive today without hope, how to survive with all your strength.

Living is very tiring, but I still want to live. I don’t know why.

Maybe looking forward to a day without betrayal?

The silence now is particularly beautiful. The distance is far away, but it is a safe distance enough for conversation.

No one will cross the line.

Nora rubbed her cheek against the pillow, like a dog lacking comfort from its owner, and asked:

"Your Highness Grace, why do you sleep on the ground? Is it because of me?"

"I'm just used to it, it's not your fault."

Grace rejected it, then seemed to have discovered something, and said subtly, "I thought you listened to me seriously?"

The silence of the night made the atmosphere at this moment particularly peaceful, and Grace's slightly emotional words made the atmosphere a bit like a night chat between friends.

"Didn't I say it before? Because things that are too beautiful will make people attached to them, right? So does a warm bed, and so does sweet food..."

Nora finally understood why Grace was similar to herself.

It's just that all the similarities are just to find some similarities in the differences, so that different souls can find a sense of recognition.

Nora knew very well that Grace's coldness was because her heart was filled with too many things, but her own heart was empty and empty.

Growing up, there was nothing.

Nora buried half of her head in the quilt, trying to imitate the warmth of others to wrap herself up, and said dullly,

"I can't understand it. Can anyone really hate something that makes people happy?"

"Many times people cannot get what they like. Instead of losing it, it would be better not to get it in the first place."

Grace paused and her voice was extremely firm.

"Everything in this world can be abandoned. The key is whether you can move forward on your own path."

Once again, Nora couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart, "Her Highness Grace lives a really transparent life..."

It's unimaginable.