Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

34. So Grace is doing herself a favor?

The relationship is finally equal, from victim to perpetrator.

Even if it's just a little bit, he's a perpetrator.

The dust settled, and at this moment, Afro's last line of defense was completely defeated.

If you want to be elected as a saint of the Holy See, you must maintain the benevolence and righteousness of your lover and a heart that is always good. You must adhere to absolute purity and loyalty in order to become the closest thing to the goddess.

Only when you are perfect can you accompany God.

A long, long time ago, Afro had imagined what kind of existence was on the other side of the taboo.

It must be a hell where there will be no daylight. The goddess will never give her any more love, and she will never be able to see any light in her life.

The long sound of bells ringing in the distance reminded everyone in the palace that it was time to go to bed and take a bath.

Eleven o'clock has arrived, which means a long night is ahead.

Boom, boom, boom, long and distant, like a hammer of judgment coming from the heaven in the clouds.

Avro was half asleep and leaning against the wall. Her wrists were resting on the edge of the table. The faint kerosene lamp illuminated her cheeks, which made her look yellow and lonely, like a confused puppy that couldn't find its way back.

She took a deep breath, glanced at the instigator who was half sitting on the ground, and asked with absent-minded eyes:

"Grace, what do you want to do?"

In the end, he did the same thing as the devil.

Reduced to the same kind.

But from the beginning to the end, I couldn't figure out what the princess wanted to do. She seemed to be a simple mad woman who went crazy because her life was on the road to a dead end.

The self-destructive demon stood up with a smile.

"How about it?"

She didn't answer. She patted the heavy winter palace skirt like a girl and asked lightly:

"Did your goddess send you any punishment?"

Punishment...?

Avro looked around for a week, and the snowflakes fell silently. In the warm palace surrounded by the magic circle, he could not feel even a hint of coldness.

The feeling of breaking a taboo does not seem to be as uncomfortable as imagined.

Just like the treacherous and dark underwater world, when you actually cross the water and reach the bottom, it is easier than imagined.

After breaking through that bottom line, it felt like there was a big hole in my heart. The cold wind was howling by, leaving only a void.

I don’t want to talk to Grace anymore, she is arrogant and talks to herself.

Grace has always wanted to control everyone by herself.

It doesn't matter to me, but...the dried and shocking blood stains, as well as countless horrific torture instruments.

Avro thought of Nurki, who was enduring pain and cold in the dungeon far away.

Brother, he...has something to do with it.

"Brother...I'm sorry."

Perhaps, even, Grace, who is full of lies, is the culprit who framed her brother...

This possibility was born in his mind, making Avro feel the cold that penetrated his bones in the warm room.

After making sure that every wrinkle in her clothes was smoothed out, Grace finally looked at the lost Afro.

Well, it’s time to tell the truth.

Afro should hate himself now.

In this silent silence, Grace hung up the hanging painting that had fallen down before.

The hanging painting is a beautiful portrait.

The person in the painting is wearing a gorgeous red dress, has blond hair, red eyes, and calm eyebrows. She is holding a goblet lightly in her right hand. She looks like a queen at a ball who drinks wine and never stops for anyone.

It seems to be Grace's sister, Victoria, whom I have met before.

In the palace of Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess, there are countless things related to art and music. Perhaps this painting was made by her own hands for her imperial sister.

She also has brothers and sisters, why would she treat her brother like this? No, not only that, he is even her fiancé!

Grace also spoke calmly in a soft, non-offensive voice:

"Prisoners like your brother don't dare to use too severe punishments to extract confessions without instructions from above."

She is...?

Avro didn't understand why Grace suddenly opened her mouth to explain again. She looked at the girl's slender back.

Nowadays, it feels like friends suddenly asking for peace after a quarrel.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see the expression on her face, so Avro could imagine it as he pleased.

Grace's voice is undoubtedly the most suitable for snowy days. It is cool and cool. If paired with a warm burning fireplace, it will give you a sense of tranquility like listening to a story when narrating.

"But even the simplest whipping has special techniques. If the abdomen and chest are not avoided and the organs are damaged, it can easily lead to death even with magic. But if it is targeted at the buttocks... it will only leave some skin trauma."

"Before, I asked the knight guard to be gentle, to look cruel, but to suffer very little pain."

So is it a misunderstanding?

Avro's eyes turned around eagerly. She wanted to believe it, but she couldn't believe it.

"yes……?"

"Afro, I know what you are thinking?"

At this moment, the heels spun on the ground, and Grace finally turned around, her eyes still looking at her with scorching clarity.

"If you go to the dungeon privately, you will have to go to the water dungeon after being accused. It is colder and darker than the dungeon. Therefore, we cannot let him remain unpunished."

"The more horrific the scars, the easier it will be to help reverse the verdict in the subsequent trial. His Majesty the Emperor will not like torture to extract confessions."

Avro couldn't believe his ears. Grace's words had never sounded so powerful and moving.

So... is Grace really helping herself?

When she looked at Grace, there was a trace of indiscernible confusion.

35.Why are you taking off your clothes!

The pupils gradually gathered, but then dissipated easily...

She has lied to him so many times, why should he still believe her?

The easily broken neck still has red marks from the tightening of the collar, as well as a collar with a different kind of desire and color.

As far as her temperament is concerned, it doesn't look like a necklace, but like an ornament carefully selected by Her Royal Highness.

The pointer in her heart quietly moved a little towards Her Royal Highness, but the anger in Avro's heart could not go away, and she still asked loudly:

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier and explain on the spot?"

"Afro, you are the one who is always angry! How should I explain to you the situation in the dungeon?"

Avro still looked at her cautiously.

Seeing this, Grace stepped on the velvet carpet, like a light and elegant wind, came to the tea table and pulled out a sharp table knife.

It was a spare knife placed during afternoon tea time, specially used for cutting fruits. The shape made of sterling silver was enough to show the nobility of the owner.

Grace carefully looked at the quality of the knife as if appreciating a work of art.

She glanced at Miss Avro, who had a kitten-shaped face.

"Are you still angry? In that case, let me calm down."

She carefully wiped the sharp blade with a napkin.

"However, your performance just now was too weak. Let me teach you first——! How to fight back!"

Then Grace turned her wrist, and a cold sound broke through the air.

"First have an iron will! Always be self-centered."

The girl's pace approached Avro again, but Avro felt faintly uneasy.

"For the person who bullies you, just raise your right palm and give her a hard slap. For the person who angers you, see clearly what she wants to do, and then fight back from the place she is most afraid of."

"For anyone who threatens your life and beliefs, stab her chest with a dagger."

She looked at Grace's lace-gloved hands, took her own hand, and handed the table knife into her palm.

The smooth polished blade made people shudder. The blade was facing her, but she smiled, as if waiting for the final judgment, and said:

"Who am I to you now?"

Avro even thought that she would say in the next second - "If you are angry, just kill me."

"Madman! You madman! You must be sick!"

Avro cursed, his eyebrows raised in disgust.

She snatched the knife with quick hands and eyes, confiscated it and hid it behind her back to prevent the abnormal-minded Princess from doing something extraordinary.

Grace's sudden madness made Avro even forget the emptiness of betraying the goddess.

The whole person's attention had to be attracted by Her Royal Highness.

This is really what Grace wanted to do.

She smiled peacefully for the first time in a long time, took the initiative to break the ice, and said:

"Well... Afro, I feel like there seems to be a misunderstanding between us."

"Oh, misunderstanding?"

Avro sneered, with a frosty face, and took a step back.

"I hope Your Highness the Princess can stay away from these things. I don't want me to become an assassin who kills the Princess tomorrow."

"And what on earth do you want to do? I really can't understand you, Grace."

Of course, Avro, who felt guilty for misunderstanding Grace, was only disturbed by his conscience for a second, and then remained on alert.

But just this second was enough to turn the atmosphere around.

Grace noticed that... the atmosphere seemed to be much better.

She went to the tea table and poured Afro a glass of milk to relieve her anger. "Do you think anger is useful? Just now."

The hand holding the milk hovered in mid-air. Like a rabbit that had spotted a trap, Avro quickly glanced at it and quickly retrieved it.

I don’t want to drink.

"Your Highness Grace, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Seeing that she didn't drink it, Grace put the warm milk on the table and said:

"Tomorrow, you are likely to encounter such a situation, so please remember what I just said to you."

"?"

Avro was confused, "What's the situation? Do you need to treat me like this? Is it a good behavior to anger others?"

"It wouldn't be true if I told you."

Avro hated Grace's hypocritical attitude the most. She accused with resentment and stared back with fierce eyes.

"Then why are you so arrogant and don't care what others think?"

She spoke more and more energetically, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances together.

"Do you have even a little bit of empathy? How do I treat you and how do you treat me?"

Yes, that is the most outrageous thing.

Even if Grace is a terminally ill lunatic, has she ever treated others sincerely for a moment?

Why am I the only one torturing myself in rage?