Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

She bowed and lifted up the hem of Grace's skirt. At the same time, she remembered that the girl's ankle seemed to be inconvenient, so she folded up her cane and umbrella and handed it to Grace.

"Your Highness, cane."

Nora heard Lucia's angry words coming from her mind on the bustling street.

"Why are you not grateful for the potion I gave you? Do you still think of me as your teacher?"

Nora didn't reply this time, she just watched Grace turn her head and take the cane with bright eyes.

As if some kind of contract had been signed, he held it tightly in his green-white fingers, and then moved forward.

……

I have never eaten anything particularly delicious since I was a child.

Occasionally, I can only eat some greasy and fishy dishes at the Francis family banquet or my father's birthday party.

Of course, although Nora likes to eat exquisite and delicious food, she is not rare.

Food is just food, and eating it in the cold winter will only turn into heat.

As long as you are in the kitchen in summer, food that is not spoiled will be the same.

Nora sat hesitantly on the expensive and soft velvet cushioned chair, but her paralyzed face could not hide the panicked eyes that were looking around, and the skin on her body was slightly red.

There was a light fragrance lingering in Cotillard's private room, and the table was piled with rich dishes, clear red wine, swaying candlelight, and bright flowers.

Elegance, accompanied by the quiet piano sound coming from outside the door from time to time, overflowed the entire box.

She looked at the expensive dishes on the table and poked the steak with her fork, but she didn't dare to eat.

"It should be very expensive..."

Grace sat next to her, with a piece of white bread that did not suit her status and a half-filled glass of red wine that looked like blood placed in front of her table.

"The money is all yours, and there will be many more days like this in the future. You will trample Francis's people under your feet, and you will also enjoy a better life."

She supported her head with her hands and looked at Nora crookedly, like the kind of elegant "gentleman" in novels who smiles for beauty.

Those clear red eyes are like a beacon that stores the light of the soul and will never go out, always shining brightly.

Nora only felt that even if she fell into madness, Grace would never lose her goals and pursuits.

It's like a witch who has lived for a thousand years, so that all people are inferior in front of her.

Nora held back the restlessness in her body that wanted to vent wantonly, her throat moved slightly, she squeezed the fork tightly and asked,

"Your Highness Grace, why...are you doing this to me? Is there anything worthy about me?"

"How many times have I said this?"

Grace didn't react much. She randomly picked a large prawn from the porcelain plate and peeled it off as if to kill time.

"Because you are calm, smart, and capable of illusions. At the same time, you are helpless. You are the most suitable chess piece and servant to take advantage of."

I don’t know why, but even if she said it so bluntly, Nora didn’t find it annoying.

On the contrary, such honesty made her breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Highness." - Nora said her heartfelt words.

Yes, in this case, there is no need to worry about Denise's illness.

"By the way, can I buy Fiery Sun Crystal with this money? The kind that can lift the curse on you and me."

Grace asked casually while peeling shrimps skillfully with her long fingers.

"The price of Fiery Sun Crystal in the auction house usually starts at several hundred thousand gold coins..."

Nola’s originally mechanical voice became lower and lower.

"It's indeed a bit expensive, so just grab it."

Grace slowly placed the shelled shrimp on Nora's plate, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, like a leopard ready to attack.

Isn't this too overbearing...?

Nora looked at Grace in disbelief, but couldn't help but laugh softly.

But, is Her Highness Grace this kind of person?

"So, are there any precursors to this soul-stealing curse?"

Nora felt that something that was about to come out seemed to be surging along the blood vessels in her body, spreading silently from her neck to her eyes.

Then, the vision in front of him was suddenly covered in eye-catching blood red, and the desire to destroy everything came into his heart.

Nora felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave for a moment, and she knew that the soul-stealing curse had taken effect.

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To be honest, I tossed and turned last night and weighed the whole day before preparing to cut this book.

In terms of performance, including my own writing style, this book is extremely poor. Of course, I also know that it is a problem that I am very good at writing, so boldly challenging an unfamiliar field.

Today I walked around the house for two hours during the day, and finally decided to pick it up and write it. I didn’t want to think about cutting up the book anymore.

Since writing this book, my thoughts every day have been to cut the book.

Writing is very tiring, thinking about the plot is very tiring, and whether there is time to post or not is very tiring. I seem to be trapped in data anxiety.

But every time I feel reluctant to let it go in the end. In short, there is no need to think about this idea anymore, let’s just write it again.

The rest doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether you keep the book or not, as long as you don't scold me for reading pirated copies, that's it.

119. Women are currently committing crimes

For a good leader, if he wants to achieve unknown and great goals, he must have a loyal backbone who can assess the situation and move forward together.

Now in its infancy, Grace’s idea is to forge Nora into the backbone of the elite.

Of course, she did the same thing. One was to tell Nora that she would avenge her, and the other was to provide tangible benefits and a little care from her superiors.

This combination of punches will make any frustrated subordinate in the company give up.

Grace's request also hopes that Nora can go through life and death for her.

Obviously, Nora is also very satisfied with this set.

She, who was taciturn and unsmiling, even smiled lightly for the first time.

But this smile seemed to subtly transcend the atmosphere, like the beginning of something weird.

Grace watched Nola's blue eyes change from full of joy to fear, and gradually became soaked in red blood.

If red eyes are a sign of madness, then my current situation is very dangerous.

The girl's delicate facial features were twisted into a painful ball, the veins on her round and plump forehead were bulging, and her slender fingers were clenched until her skin turned pale.

The only thing she could do was to forcefully control herself and apologize full of guilt, "I'm sorry..."

Grace's pupils shrank, and the red light flashed across her eyes like a flashing warning light.

Not so good.

But she remembered Nora once said that only red blood can relieve the pain.

Grace's eyes turned anxiously.Una

The girl's slowly rising body was reflected on the smooth knife and fork on the table.

Nora covered her chest and leaned on the table, breathing heavily. Her long maroon hair floated freely in the elegant and luxurious box, and her beautiful eyes were the blood-red color of losing her mind.

This is Cotillard's Dream, the most prosperous restaurant in the imperial capital.

If it explodes again... the follow-up treatment will be very troublesome.

As her pupils opened and shrank, Grace decided to pick up the knife and fork on the table as quickly as possible.

But the red pupils reflected a raging flame, and Nora's slender arms carried the hot flames towards Grace.

boom--!Crash-!

It was the sound of chairs falling and knives and forks falling.

The sharp knife and fork held in his right hand scratched the white Katsuki's skin without stopping for a moment.

Then, the eye-catching blood fell from the palm like a flowing red river.

As the swift magic flame came close to Grace's skin, Grace was thrown onto the cashmere carpet.

Like prey about to be cannibalized by a giant wolf, it was pinned down.

Nola's right hand was not given any time to react. She raised it high, preparing to use the new magic to launch a final attack to wipe out life.

Gray's eyes darkened, she endured the pain and discomfort in her body, and slapped her slender and beautiful palm on Nora's hideous cheek with scarlet pupils.

"Nora! Wake up!"

The fragile blood, representing violence, snaked down along the twig-like arms of Begonia, and the sticky feeling covered Nora's cold cheek.

On the left side of Nola’s face, a striking bloody flower was printed.

The large swaths of bright red seemed to have taken away some kind of violent factor that dominated the body, and Nora's eyes widened in a daze.

Looking at Grace, who was suppressed on the carpet, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, and her right arm covered in blood, the expression on her face shattered like an avalanche.

"Sorry……"

The girl let out a whimpering apology from her throat.

……

In the upper-class restaurant with the elegant piano accompaniment, people mingled with each other, and the incense floated lightly, spreading tranquility and comfort to every corner of Cottier.

Humans are social animals, and they always like to talk about what they have seen and heard recently at gatherings, and let others comment on them to gain a sense of recognition.

Avro felt that he might have something to say, but the people he wanted to talk to were not the people in front of him.

Today is the birthday of my cousin, Eliza Argerich.

The tradition of the Rhine nobles is to hold a birthday party at home every four years, and you can choose to eat out at other times.

During a birthday party, in the past, Afro would have prayed wholeheartedly to the goddess to bless the birthday girl today.

However, Grace's disappearance was like a heavy stone weighing on the top of her heart, and it also weighed down Avro's head.

The toes of her leather shoes kept tapping the ground. Avro looked at the white lace tablecloth and silver knives and forks on the table, her pupils dilated, as confused as the Tin Man who had lost his heart.

The crisp chirping sound of young women's discussions, accompanied by the soothing and sensational ethereal piano music, lingered in my ears.

Cousin Eliza was talking animatedly with her friend.

For a girl who is in the throes of love, the gossip dessert before the meal is undoubtedly a handsome, handsome and rich young man.

Cousin Alyssa touched the woman next to her with her elbow, "Where is that handsome young man you fell in love with last time? Did he never reply to you after he put you on the carriage?"

"The one with brown hair?"

Miss Yuna, who was wearing a standard ladylike white dress, pursed her lips and asked critically.

"I feel like he is too rigid. He is still a die-hard believer in the goddess. His words are too dull. I don't like him at all."

Avro didn't like this feeling at all, it was too noisy.

But even though my cousin's friend, Miss Yuna, tried her best to deny it, her blushing face and raised eyebrows, coupled with her slender fingers constantly rolling up the embroidered ribbon, showed signs of an inexplicable sweetness.

Avro's eyes stagnated, and her emotions gradually gathered in her heart as if delayed. She came to the conclusion in a daze——

——This is a sign of liking...

Avro had seen such an expression before, in the floor-length mirror with a gold frame.

The youthful girl in front of him seemed to overlap with the figure in the golden floor-length mirror. Avro understood what that expression meant.

I also understand that I am heading towards the wilderness path of betraying my faith, where there are many thorns and thorns, and I will never reach the other side of happiness even in my lifetime.

"Then you don't like it? This beautiful dress should be worn especially for him, right?"

The two people in the courtship stage leaned against the leather sofa of the dining table and talked in low voices.

It is clear that the spring breeze has not yet arrived, but spring has already arrived.

The two pointed and cast their subtle gazes on themselves.