Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Before he could ask, Avro cautiously noticed the presence of someone.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, wiped away her despair, and then returned to her original sunny appearance.

"Do you need my help with anything, this believer?"

That kind of strong sadness can be clearly felt without having to say it.

It is the feeling of being loved, the precious emotion of having someone thinking about you and crying for you at any time.

Nora stood in the shadow of the backlight and pursed her lips.

She hugged the bouquet in her hand tightly, her mood was a bit indescribable, it was like water soaked in lemon, with a touch of sourness.

She didn't envy others for having tall buildings or millions of gold, but she only envied being loved.

She knew too well that the pain on the surface was far less than the tears secretly hidden in the corner.

Avro probably also cares about Her Royal Highness.

It's such a good feeling.

"This believer?"

It wasn't until Avro's voice reached Nora's ears again that the girl calmed down.

Nora let out a long sigh to calm down her mood,

"Are you Miss Avro Argerich?"

Avro nodded, "Yes."

"I was asked to give you a bouquet of yellow hyacinths."

"hyacinth……"

Avro frowned slightly on her tearful face. She seemed to realize something, and walked anxiously towards Nora, stepping on the sunlight between the light and shadow.

"Miss, can we sit down and chat for a while?"

115. Afro betrayed his faith

Girls like Afro are the most lovable.

There is neither the fatigue and maturity of adulthood, nor the excessive childishness of children.

Even though I was still in the stage of sadness just now, I could not hide the holiness and sunshine emanating from my pure mind.

Nora looked at the light and shadow, like a drowning person finding a glimmer of hope, running towards herself with all her strength, and felt an enviable emotion.

But Nora Francis knew she wasn't good with words.

She and Miss Avro had nothing to say.

"I'm sorry, Miss Avro Argerich, I have something else to do later and I don't have time to chat with you."

Nora heard cold words coming from her own mouth.

She knew how late such words were to a young girl who was full of expectations.

"It's ok……"

Avro's running footsteps stopped one meter away. She stood in the shadow without light, like a helpless child after being scolded, with a smile on her face that she could barely hold on to.

"If you don't want to talk, that's okay. I'm just curious, very curious... who could have sent it?"

Grace's request was just to see if she was hurt, and she asked herself not to tell her her name.

So even though the girl in front of him was heartbroken.

Nora still answered without changing her expression, "I don't know."

Avro's smile was uglier than crying. She put her palms on her chest, as if she was on the verge of testing, and asked with a trembling voice:

"Um...wait a minute, I think I saw you at Francis's house, on the edge of the corridor, right?"

At this moment, Nora seemed to have made a principled mistake - not using illusions to disguise herself.

But it's not that important. Grace's request is just not to tell her name.

Once recognized, there is no need to deny it.

So Noila nodded and admitted frankly, “Yes.”

Avro's face was unimaginably complicated, and the light in his clear eyes seemed to be filled with vitality and light up.

"Then you, then you, then you...forget it, thank you."

She stuttered about what to say, but hesitated, her long eyelashes lowered, and finally asked cautiously,

"Can you tell me your name?"

Her eyes were filled with waves, as if she were a confused deer that couldn't find its way back. No matter who came, they couldn't help but feel affection for her.

"No."

Nora wanted to tell her, but in the end she still rejected her like a robot.

Disappointment was instantly visible in his eyes, but Avro still took a step forward.

She clenched her fists, as if unwilling to give in, and continued to ask what was on her mind.

"Is your name Nora Frances?"

"No."

Nora decisively denied the girl again, and it would be a bit too much to say any more.

"That's all I can answer."

Nora handed over the yellow hyacinth that bloomed in winter. She always fulfilled the duties of a personal maid and observed Afro from the perspective of a bystander.

"what……"

The blond girl let out a long sigh, and the emotions contained in it were very complicated, including relief, confusion, and unwillingness.

Avro finally raised his head and took the beautiful bouquet of hyacinths with great care, as if he had decided to give up something and decided to let go. He looked at Nora and said sincerely,

"Please help me say something to the person who sent me the flowers..."

The flavors were too mixed to taste, but Nora could understand her emotions.

However, the words suddenly paused, Avro's breathing froze, and her pupils trembled, as if the scene in a nightmare was reappearing.

"thanks……"

Nora could feel Avro's suppressed and strong emotions throughout the whole process, gradually accumulating like sand in a glass.

But after that last look, Nora heard a crisp snapping sound.

Something shattered into fragments in an instant, and at the same time, the light gathered in the green eyes was completely dimmed.

Avro's eyebrows dropped suddenly, in disbelief, and then became incomprehensible anger.

Why do you show such emotions?Is it something you have on yourself?

Nora didn’t quite understand, but she nodded in agreement.

"Well, I will convey it to you. Then, I'll leave first."

The door was closed firmly, and Nora left quietly.

Avro was the only one left in the long and narrow corridor.

She leaned against the wall, neither sad nor happy, like a porcelain doll that would break at the touch of a touch.

Her beautiful eyes spread out in despair, and her arms tightly hugged the yellow hyacinth in her hand.

The crystal tears slipped from the fair skin unconsciously, leaving a clear tear trail.

For a long time, Afro didn't seem to notice the fact that he was crying.

She let out a final sigh and wiped away her tears with her long fingers.

Fortunately... Her Royal Highness is still alive.

However, Grace's choice is clear.

She also gave her mother's belongings to the girl with long maroon hair. No, should she call her "Nora"?

"what……"

Avro made a soft sound of self-deprecation.

She had never thought that someone could occupy a small corner of Grace's heart like herself.

The girl tightly clutched the green emerald earrings around her neck, raised her head, and squinted her eyes against the dazzling winter sunshine outside the window. It seemed that some unwilling seeds were slowly sprouting in her heart.

Grace, in what mood did she give it to Nora?

Avro could clearly recall that snowy winter afternoon when Grace said annoyingly but pretentiously - "Because it looks like your eyes."

She included Nora in her plan, but never considered herself.

Avro is not the only being chosen by Grace...

There are many questions that I want answers to, but they are all suppressed in my pounding heart.

Avro was still worried, and Her Royal Highness Grace always had something she wanted to do.

She couldn't use her own selfish desires to break Grace's plan, so she could only bury her repressed feelings in the unknown shadows and in her tears.

Avro took a long time to recover until four long, dull bells came to his ears.

She opened the door and faced the tall and solemn praying statue of the goddess.

However, this time, Avro completely realized that he seemed to be unable to look into the eyes of the goddess anymore.

She couldn't help but laugh softly, and the tears in her eyes could not help but quietly cover her blurred vision.

How ridiculous that the nun was beginning to feel ashamed of her faith.

……

Nora didn't stay outside for too long. She visited some magic material stores as quickly as possible, and finally quickly returned to the witch's tree house.

When he returned to Francis, the servants in the family were busy carrying supplies of all sizes, like fish swimming in a hurry, one wave after another.

It seems that they are preparing for the engagement party the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the whole family was busy and anxious about this, so Nora did not see the head maid Kelly blocking the door of her room looking for trouble like usual.

Or?She doesn't dare?

Nora didn't think much, she just collected some of the magic instruments in the bedroom and moved them to the witch's tree house.

When Nora hurriedly opened the door to the witch's bedroom, Grace was lying on the bed with a sickly flushed face.

She closed her eyes tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She tried her best to wrap herself up, but she still couldn't resist the torture of being sick, and she kept letting out soft gasps.

The Grace that Miss Afro misses so much is so weak.

Like snow in hot areas, it is precious but melts easily.

"Your Highness Grace, are you okay? I bought you a magic potion. Please bear with it for a while."

Noila couldn’t help but speed up her steps towards the bed.

Alas, those red eyes opened, still maintaining tenacity despite her weakness, as if she would never be able to see the moment when she showed her vulnerability.

"Aphro...how is it?"

Grace's voice was more cautious than ever before.

Nora was a little stunned, and in her mind Lucia's voices shouting about "coming one step late" and "being taken first by others" kept coming and going.

I have never had such an idea.

She ignored these words and answered honestly like an honest robot,

"Miss Afro was very sad and wanted to talk to me, but I rejected her and didn't tell her her name."

At this moment, all Grace's tenacity was like a deflated rubber ball. She used her white arms to block her red eyes, which felt like escaping reality.

"Got it, you did a good job, Nora, put the medicine by the bed and get out."

As an emotionally marginalized person, Nora was given an eviction order.