Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

It's just that Grace usually has no desire to eat, especially after being sick.

"no need……"

Nora silently picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of toast and slowly put it to her lips,

"Let's eat some."

Grace glanced at Nora who was leaning down towards her.

She still has the same iceberg face as before, but a person's eyes can reflect too many psychological changes.

Nola’s eyes were soft now.

"Just a little then."

Grace's depressed face was pale with a sickly red color. She licked her lower lip and finally took a bite obediently.

Then, she chewed hard and took another piece of toast with her fork before swallowing.

It feels like feeding a child.

Grace frowned slightly and glanced at Nora.

"After this bite, take three more bites at the end."

Nora's paralyzed face showed only coldness. If she tried to coax a child, she would be regarded as a weirdo.

Is this a maid's duty?

Grace followed Nora's request and swallowed the sandwich with the toast and bacon clearly visible on her fork.

Nora deftly cut off another piece and took a large piece with a fork.

Now it's really like coaxing a child, the weight of one bite is almost half a face.

Two mouthfuls indeed.

Grace's head was still dazed, but she felt Nora's strong sense of negative boundaries.

Although Nora is smart and calm, her personality is more independent and self-centered, and she is actually a difficult person to control.

The toast was close to her lips, Grace chewed it expressionlessly, and her originally sharp cheeks completely bulged into a round frog.

Grace swallowed them with great effort.

"Your Highness, drink some water."

Nora thoughtfully handed a glass of water to her lips. If she hadn’t kept a straight face the whole time, she would have thought she was having fun.

Grace drank a glass of water suddenly, and then called the girl's name after regaining her energy.

"Nora."

"Your Highness, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Nora put the plate away and leaned forward to listen to Grace's request.

"I said before that in terms of life, you don't have to do too much. I can take care of things like eating, bathing, and sleeping. What I need you to do is not to take care of my daily life, but to be the eyes behind me."

Grace raised her head, her sickly red eyes stared straight at Nora, clear and rational,

"I won't care about your hobbies or what you want to do, but you must maintain the honor of the name Grace."

"If you want to refine the potion, I will support you, and you can be a free bird."

"I will also help you, so that you can step on those who have bullied and let you down with your own hands. Everything is fine."

"But I don't want you to try to pry or try something deeper."

"Be my eyes, but don't open them."

Grace knew it was a bit vague to say this, but she felt that a smart girl like Nora would understand.

Human beings are creatures with the desire to share and vent. Language is a kind of vent. If it is not spoken out of the mouth, it will definitely bloom in the mind.

The things in Nora's mind must be extremely exciting.

"I see, Your Highness."

The girl quietly placed the dinner plate on the witch's desk, as dull as a piece of wood.

It was so dull that even if I hit it hard with a stick, there would be no response.

"But why did Her Majesty Grace choose me?"

But she unexpectedly asked this question. After speaking, she turned her head and stared at Grace.

Grace felt dizzy, but her brain remained awake.

She answered Nora’s question extremely rationally,

"Because you took my earrings, and you seem to have good illusion skills. You are also very calm and rational."

Norah’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and she asked in a serious tone: “Don’t you have any other ideas?”

"No."

Grace seemed a little tired. Her red face was leaning on the side of the bed, and the scabbed scars on her slender white neck were nakedly exposed.

"Speaking of which, where are my earrings?"

"I kept it in a safe place, it's not safe in the bedroom."

Nola kept staring at her neck for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.

Only then did Grace remember that such evil servants would appear in Nora’s house anytime and anywhere.

At a certain moment, take away what belongs to her.

But when she thought about Nora's illusion ability, Grace felt that Nora was actually not that weak.

She may just be looking down at the world like a god who is watching with cold eyes.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Grace nodded, expressing understanding.

The pressure Nora gave Grace didn't feel good or bad.

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

She responded to her master considerately like every ordinary maid. Her slender hands were folded in front of her belly, and her whole person looked polite and respectful.

"When I go out to buy medicine today, I will look after Miss Avro for you, and I will also bring back your earrings."

Grace felt dizzy again when she thought of Avro, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Like a flowing cat, she quietly pushed herself into the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt like a cat bug, turned her back to Nora, and coldly left a sentence worth savoring,

"Nora, if she's sad, buy her a bouquet of flowers. She's at St. Valrici's."

"What kind of flower is it?"

"Yellow hyacinth." - said Grace in a low nasal voice.

……

"Boss, what is the flower language of yellow hyacinth?"

Nora couldn't help but ask as she saw the beautiful flower shop owner wrapping the fresh blooming hyacinths into a bunch.

The small shop is filled with pots of flowers of various colors.

The illusion of the imperial capital is rather cold. For a world with magic, it is not unusual for flowers to bloom in winter.

"Miss, yellow hyacinth means happiness."

The landlady handed over this bouquet full of fragrant flowers and showed a beautiful smile.

"However, if a woman gives it to a man, the meaning is - because of you, I feel very happy."

Do you feel happy because of you?

In every detail of life, Nora felt Grace's unspeakable sincerity that could only be understood.

She said clearly that she didn't care about anyone.

"You obviously care about these things, but you have to pretend that you don't care. You are really the most boring type."

Lucia's flirtatious voice sounded again in her mind.

She always likes to attach a person's value to something, even if it is a passing dog, she will comment on it.

Of course, Nora also knew that Lucia was not a talkative person, but because her mental activities were directly connected to her own mind, she had to listen to all her delusions even if she didn't want to.

"really."

Nora agreed, if you like it you have to express it, why hide it in your heart?

Lucia's voice was high, "It's true, I'm talking about you!"

Nora couldn’t believe what she heard, “Me?”

"Didn't you say you're not interested in Grace? When people buy a flower, they still care about the language of the flower?"

Lucia even showed no mercy at all, and her arrogant tone was not afraid of being banned by someone.

The expression on her face twitched slightly, as if a pet was grabbed by the back of the neck and could no longer struggle, Nora was too lazy to argue.

"Thank you, lady boss."

She skillfully blocked Miss Witch, thanked the boss softly, and then left the flower shop.

……

The space teleportation array was recently repaired under Lucia's guidance.

Due to the insecurity in the bedroom and the inconvenience of carrying them, Nora hid Grace's earrings with her adoptive mother Denise.

Adoptive mother Denise's home is also in the West End of San Francisco.

According to the relationship between distance and distance, Nora stopped by to buy flowers first, then went to the doctor to retrieve the potion, first went to see her adoptive mother Denise, retrieved the earrings, and finally went to the church.

Adoptive mother Denise's condition is gradually recovering after receiving magic potion treatment.

But there is still a long way to go before he can fully recover, and the gold coins stored at the doctor's place are almost not enough.

Because the jade earrings had been tried to be sold before, Nora used a slender hanging rope to pass through the ring hole and decorated it into a necklace.

Considering that to reach the church, you have to walk through a civilian street, and the security of the civilian street is not very good, and pickpockets often appear, Nora hung the emerald earrings around her neck.

As for Hyacinth's question, Nora thought that based on Grace's tone at that time, "if" meant "must".

After all these things were done, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for believers to have free church activities.

In front of the church, believers in silks and satins and coarse linens come and go. People from both classes can gather together at the same time, which always gives people an unreal sense of trance.

Nora was about to see Miss Afro, and she felt a little curious.

She had seen that clean and holy girl in Francis, with long blond hair, and her movements seemed to be crowned by holy light.

Nora hugged Hyacinth tightly in her arms, lowered her eyes and looked at the shadow lengthening from the door, and stepped into the church.

There were many people in the church, but there were still very few people with outstanding temperament like Miss Avro.

Therefore, Nora found the Miss Avro that Grace cared about at a glance.

She was surrounded by several nuns and believers on one side of the church's columns. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she would nod her head from time to time to express her agreement with other people's opinions. She was gentle and friendly.

Those green eyes seemed to be able to speak. They always accommodated people in their eyes with satisfaction. Even just one glance gave the illusion that the body and mind had been cleansed.

What a particularly dazzling girl.

Nora kept holding the bouquet and watched her talk with the believers for a long time.

Lucia was muted early because Nora was afraid that she would say something outrageous to the goddess Vers in church.

Finally, after saying goodbye to the believers, Avro headed towards the corridor next to the statue of the goddess. She pushed open the yellow-brown door, like a silent ghost.

Finally having some time alone, Nora felt it was time to hand over the hyacinth in her hand to her, so she followed quietly.

The long and narrow corridor was deserted and extremely quiet, and the heavy wooden doors blocked out the noise in the church.

Therefore, as soon as Nora entered, she heard a sob as small as a gnat, sad and pitiful.

Nora poked her head and saw Afro covering her eyes with her back to the wall, digesting her sorrow alone.

Are you crying for Grace's disappearance?