Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Avro didn't understand why Grace told everyone but kept it secret.

why?

Is it true that he is not... important at all in her heart?

Thinking of this possibility, Avro's breathing almost trembled unsteadily, and endless confusion and anger invaded his trembling body along every pore.

The strings of reason have been tense for several days since the moment I learned the news.

By this moment, it was completely broken.

Then - a thin, white and slender catkin pinched Nurki's shoulder.

"Brother, take me to see her."

Avro raised his head, his green eyes like some kind of trapped animal suppressed in a cage. He seemed to be tapping the iron door with his sharp claws, preparing to break free.

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Next chapter, confronting Grace!Being pressed hard!

ps: I made the title! ! !It will basically come true in the next few chapters, so don’t say I’m a title swindler! !

121. Avro’s onslaught was a great success

There were assorted conical flasks on the cold medicine refining table, and the black medicine pot also exuded a strange medicinal smell.

The carved wooden windows were closed tightly, the warm lights isolated the cold wind of winter nights, and the faint moonlight shone silently.

Grace always felt that the atmosphere tonight was very subtle, and it was not certain what would happen.

She stood up from the soft leather sofa and began to look around the alchemy room boredly.

In the middle of the alchemy room is a tall alchemy table used for heating, and on the left is an entire wall of bookshelves composed of ancient parchment and reddish-brown hardcover books.

On the right side is a vertical wooden storage cabinet used to hold potion materials. On the window sill connected to the full moon is a purple plant like an ear of rice.

In the transparent locker, Grace also saw props similar to those of a "witch doctor", such as medicine boxes, bloodletting needles, stethoscopes and the like.

In Grace's memory, Nora herself was also very interested in refining medicine, and she saw Nora tinkering on a black smelting pot similar to a clay pot several times.

Grace folded her hands and pressed them against the red painted wall. Looking at Nora who seemed to have entered a new world by mistake, she said,

"Nora, if you have any ideas, I can arrange for you to study here with Nurji... I remember that you should be quite interested in refining medicine."

"Your Highness Grace...thank you."

Nora turned her head, folded her hands in front of her belly, hesitated for a long time like a little animal with nowhere to stay, and finally lowered her head and apologized softly,

"Sorry about what happened before, your highness, does your hand still hurt?"

Grace knew she was referring to Cotillard's dream.

To be honest, the pain of the silver knife and fork scratching the skin is still there, and it is still a burning pain like sulfuric acid corrosion.

But for Grace, she has experienced even more heart-piercing pain, and it can even be said to be the easiest part of her miserable life.

It's just that you need to bear the pain, and you don't need to think about other things. It's a kind of compassionate kindness.

"It doesn't matter, it's a small matter."

Grace waved her left hand, indicating that Noila didn’t need to pay attention.

The catkin, which was as fine as carvings, was now wrapped in a black patterned lace glove. From the outside, one would not know that the soft palm was wrapped with bright red blood with a bandage.

Nora cautiously took a step forward. She wanted to reach out, her five fingers as slender as onions opened and closed, and wanted to touch the hand on Grace's forehead. Finally, she looked back slowly, turning into a slightly cold concern.

"Then your highness still feels hot...?"

Previously in Cotillard's Dream, she tried to feel Grace's body temperature with her hands, but was scolded in the end, so she became a little cautious now.

Grace tucked up the large mink coat she wore to keep out the cold, lowered her lips and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. It's not a big problem actually."

No matter when, she is always like a cold white flower on the cliff that can only be seen from a distance, giving no room for people to get close.

The kindness of gifts is always accompanied by endless alienation.

"Of course, I sponsored you to study at the Alchemy Institute... in the hope that if Nurki fails, you can develop more novel varieties."

Nora was not good at words, so she nodded quietly and responded like a pious servant,

"Yes, Your Highness."

A long silence followed.

Before Nurki left, he told Grace that if she felt bored, she could look at the potion formulas on the bookshelf and some knowledge about medicine.

Grace and Nora randomly selected two books from the bookshelf, and Nora read them with gusto.

But for Grace, it's not so fun.

She held the hem of the black gauze skirt with her hands and sat upright on the leather sofa.

At this moment, Grace was still in the weak stage of her illness. Even after drinking the magic potion, she was still a little weak physically and a little dizzy.

The night gradually becomes darker as time passes, and time passes unconsciously in a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

And there was finally some noise of horse hooves outside the window.

The tips of Grace's ears moved slightly, and she detected Nurki's return beyond the hearing of ordinary people.

She came to the window, put her hands on the moonlit window, and looked downstairs at the silver carriages with familiar family crests, watching them parked in front of the door.

At this time, Grace did not realize the seriousness of the matter and returned to the sofa until there was a gentle knock on the door.

The person who took the initiative to open the door to the alchemy room was Nora, who was leaning against the wall and reading a book. She pushed the door open smoothly.

A creak sounded like a signal that the curtain of a drama was about to begin.

"I am back……"

Nurki's familiar voice came from behind.

Grace stood up from the sofa while holding her slightly dizzy forehead.

The calmness and calmness that she should have maintained were weathered by the infinite delay of time.

It's strange, time has stood still, and the wind that breaks in from the door is as turbulent as the cold sea breeze, pouring into the body without explanation.

At the same time, he also brought the person he least wanted to see here - the holy and kind-hearted Miss Afro.

No, it’s because I don’t want to see her, but because I don’t know how to deal with that girl who shines brighter and is more precious than gold.

Avro lowered his head, and his outfit at this moment had not changed much from that in the afternoon. A simple and clean aristocratic winter skirt outlined her slender waist, and Grace's emerald earrings hung on her slender neck.

Her gaze went straight through other insignificant people, blurring the world and vision, and she looked at Grace from afar.

The pair of beautiful, clean pupils were a little more complicated than they could be understood.

Is fate controlling?

Countless coincidences pushed her forward invisibly, and meeting her seemed like a destined fate.

Grace doesn't understand the theory of fate, but she knows that Avro is very unhappy now.

A low pressure that only the two of them could feel spread like frozen ice.

"Your Highness Grace, this is a sample of the magic drink."

It was Nurki who spoke first to break the awkward atmosphere of looking at each other.

He handed over the golden and clean magic drink.

Grace finally averted her eyes from the sudden exchange of glances. She took the magic drink and held the bottleneck, with a frosty face, trying not to let any emotion leak out.

"Thank you, Nurki."

Avro seemed like a non-existent transparent person in front of her.

"This is what I should do, Your Highness..."

As a man caught between two women, Nurki was certainly aware of this unusual atmosphere.

His eyes roamed back and forth, and finally he slowly exhaled and persuaded,

"I know that such a result may be contrary to your plan, Your Highness, but I think you should talk to Avro alone."

Grace's eyes turned slightly, and she glanced at Avro very quickly.

Without giving Nurki an answer, Grace put her slender arms on the sofa and sat down, sinking her entire soft and slender body comfortably into the sofa.

She squinted and looked up at the Erlenmeyer flask where the liquid was slightly sloshing.

The frozen atmosphere reaches its lowest point like the dark night of the soul.

Nurki's eyes and Nora's eyes suddenly met like lightning in the cold air, and they exchanged signals knowingly.

Nurki fled with this excuse: "Your Highness, there are new formulas in the No. 2 refining room that I need to take a look at. I will leave for now."

"Your Highness, I will wait for you outside the door."

Nola didn't even have any explanation, she just left the scene like a robot, and thoughtfully locked the door of the alchemy room gently.

Grace put her slender arms on her forehead, feeling the unusual tranquility in the air.

It was the calm before the storm, right?

The heels of the shoes clicked forward on the wooden floor. No need to think that it was Afro approaching him.

Grace didn't intend to rest any longer. She placed the magic drink in her hand firmly on the table, and then looked up at Avro, who was in a very bad mood.

The girl's eyebrows were knitted into a few crooked sections, and the light in her pupils was dim, but they were still locked on her longingly.

Grace knew there was more disappointment than so-called anger.

"You...don't you have anything to say to me?"

The holy and light voice was slightly trembling, even with a hint of uncontrollable crying.

Will she cry...?

Grace's chest felt tight, a mixture of sweetness, sweetness, and bitterness, and her heart was beating with an irrelievable heaviness.

"have nothing to say."

Grace lowered her eyes, pretending to be casual, and crossed her slender legs, showing off her smooth curves buttocks lines.

"have nothing to say?"

Avro's eyes dilated in disappointment and disbelief, and his voice became shrill and unbalanced.

Her chest rose and fell violently as if she was enduring something. She leaned down directly and looked directly into Grace's eyes.

"Do you know, I heard the news that you disappeared, really..."

His eyes were direct and sharp, as if he wanted to see through Grace's disguise.

Grace turned her head slightly, her cheeks too close, and the emptiness and guilt in her heart made it impossible for her to look directly at Avro.

She frowned and brushed the strands of hair around her ears. She just wanted to end this torturous conversation quickly, and her cold voice was a little impatient.

"Didn't I ask Nora to send you hyacinths?"

"so……"

Disappointment almost filled the girl's delicate face. Avro almost put his hands on Grace's shoulders and asked in disbelief,

"You think I'm angry about this?"

"if not?"

Avro's face was a little pale, and his lower lip was trembling involuntarily. The hidden anger doubled in the unacceptable answer.

"Grace, you are so..."

Her reddish nose twitched, and she finally held back the emotions that were about to erupt like a volcano.

"So selfish, isn't it?"

Grace answered without hesitation and even more coldly, "That's the kind of person I am."

She directly erected a stronger barrier between the two of them, and this time Afro couldn't break through it in any way.

"Your anger is a little too irrational. I will not die so easily. No one can decide my final outcome except myself."