Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"understood."

Of course Nora didn't care, she shouldn't have been involved in the girl's emotions.

Noila quietly placed the medicine beside the bed, and at the same time leaned down and warned thoughtfully,

"Your Highness, if you need anything, you can call me. I'm practicing medicine downstairs."

She didn't care about Grace. From any point of view, being a patient requires special care, right?

When Noila left, her footsteps were very light, and it seemed that nothing had changed between opening and closing the door.

Grace struggled to get up from the bed. The fever had subsided for the time being, but her mind was still groggy.

Maybe people always show their vulnerable side when they are sick.

When Grace was alone, she thought of Miss Irene again.

If it were Eileen, what would she do when she was sick?She would put down all her work and spend time with herself around the clock.

Hold your hand tightly, or kiss your forehead or cheek without any objection, to give you a sense of security.

He will also subdue him mercilessly, arrogantly touching every inch of his skin like an enemy.

People always have terrible duality.

So is my trust in Miss Avro right now?

Will she really not betray herself for something one day?

Ah...I forgot, she also has a loyal goddess.

When faith and trust cannot coexist, who will she choose?

Grace held the head of the bed with her weak arms, panting and struggling to pick up the potion placed beside the bed, her thoughts wandering.

Maybe we should keep some distance and stop letting our guard down.

Afros are natural hunters and harmless predators.

Grace swallowed the bitter potion in one gulp. She was tortured by her thoughts, as if she had experienced a life and death decision.

[Saint Avro’s □□□ has been increased to 98. 】

[The system reminds you to reduce the power of Saint Avro as soon as possible]

[The system reminds you to reduce the power of Saint Avro as soon as possible]

After sending it twice in a row, Grace could feel the urgency of the system at this moment even if she was unconscious.

It didn't decrease last time, maybe it didn't reach the threshold, and nothing special happened.

At the same time, a sharper voice sounded, and Grace couldn't help but lie weakly on the bed and hug her head.

[System mission: Missing Saint Avro, please see Saint Avro as soon as possible within two hours. 】

Grace couldn't tell whether this was a task issued by the system or Aphronesi's idea.

can not complete.

She couldn't get out of bed even if she tried.

Grace looked at her own decadent appearance from afar through the floor-length mirror of the golden birdcage in the witch's room.

His cheeks were sickly red and his eyes were dazed and cloudy.

His clothes were disheveled, half of his rounded shoulders were exposed, and a newly scabbed scar on it slowly oozed bright red blood.

How is it possible to meet Afro in this situation?

You shouldn't go see Afro either.

It seems that there is no way to control the direction of people's hearts.

Grace half-closed to the edge of the bed in dismay, letting her body begin to feel light amidst the pain and torment of her system.

There is excruciating pain when the task is not completed, and a feeling that the body is being torn apart spreads from the ankles to the brain.

"Hahaha……"

Grace gasped, sweat dripping from her thin dress.

I don’t want my destiny to be controlled by anyone, and I don’t want anyone to open my heart again.

If you can avoid violent joy, you will naturally not be attacked by sorrow.

The pain came like a tide, as if sinking into a deep sea, breathing became difficult, and his consciousness was tortured by the pain until it began to blur.

The searing heat and the pain of being beaten made people forget everything.

Not only that, but there was also a dull throbbing pain in his chest, as if he could violently feel Avro's sadness.

In the blur, someone hugged me with his body, warm and soft, like a mother's warm embrace.

"Erin...why?"

Grace couldn't help but murmured the taboo name again.

Nora, who hugged Grace and patted her back, was suddenly startled. She couldn't help but curiously muttered to Lucia in her mind,

"Irene, is that Avro's name? Or Lucia, do you know this name?"

"I don't know, but I think it's Miss Avro's alias? You can just ask next time."

"Hmm...that makes sense. I'll ask next time."

Nora said, looking down at the cold and weak girl in her arms.

A crystal tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye, and she lay on her shoulder, finally showing a different and pitiful posture.

That cold face was frail enough to arouse a desire for protection.

Nora just fulfilled her responsibility of taking care of her master motionlessly, but a little curiosity inevitably arose in her heart.

What is Grace's past?

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The countdown to being poked begins.

It seems that within fifteen chapters, I sprinted as hard as I could to get the crybaby online.

Sihasha, Avro was crying and asking Grace why she didn't believe in herself, which felt very nice.

Then let Nora close the door quietly!Perfect!

116.Between master and servant

Grace will not miss anyone's arms.

The hazy fragrance belonging to a girl penetrated the tip of my nose, and the faint, millet-colored hair tickled the side of my neck, making it a little itchy.

After drinking the magic potion, my body seemed to gradually return to normal.

Her head was still dizzy and there was pain, but Grace was beginning to adapt.

She lay on that soft chest for a long time, and finally realized in a daze that she had been in someone's arms for a long time.

Her soft hands after being sick were still able to cleanly push away the person in front of her. Grace looked up at the expressionless girl and said from a distance,

"Thank you."

Nora seemed to still be used to Grace's alienation. She leaned over, wrung out the wet towel in the tub, and said,

"Your Highness, this is just my duty."

She raised her arm and was about to wipe Grace's smooth, sweaty forehead with a steaming towel, but she stopped and stretched out in front of Grace.

"Your Highness, you'd better do it yourself. I remember that you hate my contact."

"It's not that I hate it, I'm just not used to it."

Grace took the ball of towels and explained that she knew she was thinking about the woman she shouldn't be thinking about again in her dream, which made her feel a little depressed mixed with anger.

Nora looked sideways, her blue eyes seemed to notice something on Grace’s neck.

As she walked towards the cabinet on the desk in the bedroom, she said to Grace,

"I will move the alchemy tools to the bedroom, and call my name if necessary."

"I will always be here." - The girl's back is slender and thin. Even if only the shadow of her back is left to Grace, it is enough to make people feel safe.

It was as if she would transform into a steadfast and loyal dog here.

The bedroom is an extremely private place, and animals are territorial.

Even though Nora will serve as Grace's personal maid, the time between the two does not last long.

"I've already taken the medicine, so there's no need to do these things."

Grace had not fully accepted Nora's intention, so she touched the slightly cold left side of her neck, and the dried blood stuck to the skin.

"I know."

Nora opened the medicine box used to bandage the wound, turned around suddenly, and stared straight at the girl's neck,

"But Your Highness Grace, your physical condition looks very bad, and you feel it too."

"It's not because of the cold, don't worry about it."

Grace is still cold, with an attitude that nothing can make waves in her eyes,

"Didn't I say not to pry into deeper things?"

The girl's eyebrows were furrowed, and she leaned gently against the head of the bed. There were strands of black hair stuck to the sides of her forehead and cheeks, and her snow-white collar was slightly open, looking messy and beautiful.

"But what is something deeper for Her Highness Grace?"

Nora quickly lifted the medicine box to the bedside, and her cold tone was not impersonal, but on the contrary, there was a dull sense of concern.

"My mother told me before. What a sick person needs most is companionship. Shouldn't this be the duty of a personal maid?"

"I'm here for my own health. If I don't need it, I can leave."

She glanced at Grace's neck again, frowned her slender eyebrows, and reminded her seriously,

"And Your Highness Grace, the wound on your neck is also open."

Grace was silent and hesitant. She watched the girl holding the gauze and deftly cutting it into the required shape.

During the process, you can feel a splitting pain just by moving your neck slightly.

So Grace said, "Wrap it up for me first."

"Yes, Your Highness. It may hurt a little, but for Your Highness, it shouldn't be a problem."

Nora deftly pulled off the bandaging tape and cast her gaze on the wound moistened with blood.

"Your Highness, please temporarily remove the entire clothing on your right shoulder."

This was not an embarrassing request, and Grace was not a coy person.

She neatly unbuttoned her buttons, exposing her jade-like shoulders with distinct collarbones.

Under the sun, the redness of blood made the skin look too pale.

"excuse me."

Nora folded her hands and bowed, then half-knelt down beside the bed gently and started to bandage Grace.

Her technique was very light and skillful, as if she was already used to bandaging people.

Bandaging is something that requires mental concentration.

The cheeks were very close, Nora’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, paying full attention to the girl’s neck.

Use your cooler fingertips to gently apply the ointment to the wound.

Grace’s hot breath stagnated for a moment, and all of it hit Nora’s cheek.

Is this a bit ambiguous?

Being so close to Her Royal Highness, you can almost see the yellowish fuzz on her face, as well as the faint fragrance,

Noila couldn't help but look away a little, the fitting scene from yesterday reappeared in front of her eyes, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red uncontrollably.

This is not because of the heartbeat, but because of the natural shyness caused by the atmosphere.