Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Grace was flirting with someone else inside, and you closed the door!! You are simply the stupidest idiot in the world!"

Nora's eyebrows were filled with tight wrinkles like increasing weights on a scale due to Lucia's unintelligible words.

In this curse, the so-called bottom line of patience was finally broken. Nora's jaw trembled angrily and she exhaled a deep breath.

"What's wrong with me now?!"

"I, isn't it good to do this? Miss Avro is also a nice person, and she always looks sad. What's wrong with her!!"

Nora raised her eyebrows and said, "It must be that you have always been obsessed with the reincarnation of your saint."

"hiss--!"

The witch in her mind took a deep breath and murmured as if possessed by a demon,

"I should have understood a long time ago, I should have understood a long time ago..."

"Nora, you have no sense of crisis at all!! You even help others! I want to think about whether I should change someone else. It's so stupid. You are so stupid. You already know the established future, but you still want to do this ridiculously. Make that decision."

"No pig can choose better than you!!"

The sharp tone full of personal emotions and hatred pierced through her mind deafeningly, making Nora feel the annoying noise again.

She leaned against the wall and tilted her head subconsciously, looking at the long road illuminated by the bright street lights. The muscles on both sides of her cheeks bulged from the endured bite.

Do not understand.

If - because you know that others will succeed in the future, you deceive your emotions in order to achieve success, is this behavior really correct?

What's the difference between him and his scumbag father who uses sweet words to win his mother's heart?

It's all deception.

This is something that the meanest people would do.

No, it's not just deception, it's using survival as an excuse to wrap up one's own dirty weakness.

"enough!"

Nora's cold face was covered with frost, and she sternly cut off the witch's rebuke,

"Lucia, please stop talking about asking me to conquer Grace. This is actually good. She needs me to be a chess piece in her hands, so she gives me equivalent property."

"I can also rely on her to reach a higher level, and we can coexist with each other, which is far better than love."

"Whatever you want to be resurrected, I will do it for you."

People who rely on others for survival are weak.

The girl's eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling, her blue eyes as determined as the rushing sea and never looking back.

"You can't do it!" - the witch retorted disdainfully without giving him any trust.

"I can handle it."

Nora responded to the witch's taunt with a firmer belief than the last time, but was replaced with a cold smile.

"Haha...you can only secretly wipe your tears outside the door."

Nora deeply suppressed her inner impatience, and she muted Lucia again.

It's novel to have another interesting human being in your head, but it can also be a little annoying at times.

It's time to find a body for Lucia to store.

Once Lucia was blocked, everything around her seemed as dead as a carnival party suddenly turned into a silent classroom.

Here, Nora finally realized that the world was actually extremely quiet.

Loneliness suddenly strikes, the people inside the door are rubbing their hair together, and the people outside the door are meditating in a quiet time, waiting for time to pass.

What will they talk about inside?

Recalling the image of Miss Avro lying on the bed after being drunk, looking at her with tears in her eyes and pursed lips, Nora suddenly felt unspeakable envy.

People who can shed tears freely are really happy.

Nora suddenly opened her somewhat rough fingers, trying to grab something, but she missed it in the cold air.

The kindness Lucia gave was just like grasshoppers hugging each other for warmth.

If he hadn't forcibly awakened her and it was someone else's blood, Lucia's attitude wouldn't be any worse...

The loneliness that had no place to place suddenly flooded into her chest like a tide. Nora was used to it, her face was expressionless.

The most important thing to learn in life is to get used to it. In the face of suffering and injustice, just get used to it.

The voice in the witch's ears became extremely clear without the noise, and at some point, a faint call came from inside the door.

"Nora..."

Grace's voice was subtle, like some kind of faint cry for help.

Did something happen to Her Highness Grace?

Nora pulled away from the panic, she hurriedly turned around and knocked gently on the door.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

A soft knock on the door came into the room, but there was no response from Grace.

Nora knocked on the door again and tried again. In the end, there was no movement in the room.

You might as well just stay here and wait for Her Highness Grace to come out. There is nowhere to go anyway.

And if Her Majesty Grace didn't have illusions, she might cause trouble for the time being.

Having made up her mind in this way, Nora pressed her back against the wall like a loyal dog that has been waiting for its owner for a long time and began to meditate privately.

In the aisles, occasionally some waiters wearing maid costumes passed by. They were holding beautiful flowers after the banquet and chattering incessantly.

Everyone can pick up their own flowers, but while I stand there, no flowers will bloom in the cold winter.

Nora spent a long time looking back again and again.

In short, the world late at night is lonely.

It wasn’t until a deep male alto sounded in Nora’s ears that the silence was broken.

"Um...come here."

"Hey, didn't you hear that? The woman in the black and white maid uniform."

Are you calling yourself?

The scattered pupils condensed, and a pair of shiny platinum military boots appeared in Nora’s lowered gaze.

The platinum palace dress fits her slim figure, the sword on her waist is majestic, the Imperial Medal on her chest is shining brightly, and a sinister eye on her handsome face is covered by a black eyepatch.

He is the second prince known to everyone.

Nora still had this point of view, she nodded and responded respectfully quickly,

"Your Highness Karta, do you have any orders?"

The military boots that represented the royal status kicked the door impatiently, and Karta said in a slightly angry tone,

"Where's Elsa? Tell her to come out to see me, and is there anyone else inside...? Where's Doris?"

Noila frowned, instinctively telling herself that she shouldn’t speak now.

"say!"

Seeing that Nora didn't respond, Karta raised his voice slightly angrily.

To be honest, it is extremely rude for a male noble to want to open a lady's room privately.

Even members of the royal family are like this.

Noila pursed her lips, and was about to say something to stop her, but was interrupted by a sharp, familiar female voice.

"Yo? Isn't this the majestic second prince of Karta of our empire? It's late at night, what are you doing here? Shopping?"

It’s not Miss Doris whose ambiguous voice makes people dream of her, but someone Nora had never imagined.

This is an aristocratic girl with a cold and arrogant temperament. Her dazzling golden hair is spread like seaweed. Her golden princess skirt is waist-cinched and her skirt is spread out like a luxurious umbrella. There are several gorgeously dressed female followers surrounding her.

Even though her temperament, appearance and dress had changed a lot, Noila still recognized her immediately.

Nora Gwendolyn, the proud daughter of God with the same name as herself.

The eyes that look down at all living beings regard everything they see as ants.

Several aristocratic ladies surrounded her, looking at her and whispering to each other in a soft voice.

"I just happened to be passing by." - Karta's eyebrows suddenly dropped in displeasure.

"Passing by the women's suite?"

The eldest daughter of the Gwendolyn family raised her eyebrows in surprise, her face full of gloomy mockery.

"Why didn't you say you were practicing swordsmanship here?"

The bitten and uneven nails began to overlap under the accumulation of anger, and Carta gave a cold sideways glance.

"Don't be too nosy, Nora."

Nora shuddered subconsciously, but she knew she was not calling her.

Well, the named Nora Gwendolyn opened the velvet folding fan in her hand and covered half of her mean face, revealing only her narrow eyes full of disdain.

"As a noble man, you go to the ladies' place and you are not allowed to say a few words?"

Nora Gwendolyn also looked back unscrupulously and exchanged glances with the aristocratic ladies behind her to gain recognition.

"You are the pug that follows Doris behind every day. Have anyone ever looked at you? Haha."

Karta's nails were clicked back and forth, and the veins on his forehead were raised. He gritted his teeth and stared back fiercely.

"It's boring."

After saying that, he turned around and left neatly.

"whispering sound."

Nora Gwendolyn closed the folding fan contemptuously, her eyebrows relaxed, "A dog that runs away is really unlucky."

An aristocratic lady in a pink dress came up and softly echoed,

"Miss Nora, there is a women's banquet to be held tonight. Don't ruin your good mood."

"Yes, doing it for a man is the most disappointing thing."

The cold eyes finally dropped, and Miss Gwendolyn yawned lazily.

His eyes, which were originally lax and filled with physiological tears, suddenly noticed something like a hawk.

The coldness of being stared at by death slowly climbed up the spine from her back, and Nora Francis felt the malice coming from another Nora.

"What are you looking at?"

Click-click-click, the sound of high heels sounded like an interrogation, and then——Gwendolin strode to Nora like a ghost with a suffocating sense of oppression.

With her long and slender fingers, she pinched Nora's cheek hard. Nora Gwendolin almost forced the two of them to look at each other tit-for-tat.

Time and space intersected, and Nora seemed to have returned to the long cold winter when she was choked by power.

Memories long forgotten came flooding back.Even if she wants to run away, the past will always catch up with her.

Nora stared at the malicious eldest lady with the same name in front of her for a long time, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she said quietly,

"I'm sorry, miss, I'm not looking at anything."

"Then put away that disgusting look in your eyes. It's really disgusting and familiar."

Nora Gwendolyn glanced sideways at the young ladies behind her, and finally shook her cheeks away in a vent of anger, leaving an obvious redness with deliberate force.

Her gaze almost pierced into the other person's eyes, and then she warned in a low voice like a female animal,

"Next time you look at me, I'll gouge out your eyes."

"Innately inferior."

After gritting her teeth and leaving a bad word, Nora Gwendolyn left surrounded by everyone.

Noila touched her cheek and said nothing quietly.

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