Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Avro remained silent.

Looking at her stern expression, Grace seemed to be worried whether she would lose something precious if she got into the bath with her.

There has been enough drama today. No matter what the result is, I must have left a strong mark in Avro's heart.

Avro was probably feeling tired, and it was time for her to regain some sanity.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Grace didn't look back and pushed the door open directly.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the breath of another person was lost in the huge palace.

The void struck instantly.

Avro actually felt a little lost for a moment.

She sighed and glanced around boredly.

Next to the princess' bed with drooping curtains, there was a small quilt neatly stacked. It was a winter quilt filled with expensive cashmere. The thickness was reassuring enough to dispel any cold.

This should be where you sleep at night.

The silent palace, the rustling sound of falling snow, the ticking hour hand on the wall, everything was so quiet that Avro was a little unaccustomed to it.

She hesitated on the spot, hesitating, like a confused deer not knowing where to go.

Every time I take a melancholy step, I am recalling the gestures of a certain person.

Time ticked in the silent second hand, and she finally couldn't hold back the restlessness in her heart like a cat scratching, and walked straight out of the palace door.

According to royal regulations, in order to protect privacy, only personal maids are allowed to stand next to the palace.

If a member of the royal family is in need, they can pull the small drawstring next to the bed to call the maids in.

When people gather to pray, the church needs to maintain absolute silence, and even the sound of walking is not allowed, so Afro has developed the habit of walking slowly and quietly.

Soft carpets will reduce noise.

Avro walked quietly in the corridor, like a silent ghost.

At the end of the corridor, with their backs to Avro, two waiting maids leaned against the wall and began to fish during their working hours.

A slightly complaining voice sounded in the corridor, "Won't Miss Avro take a bath with Her Royal Highness? The bath is obviously very big."

Another more steady maid started to talk, "I don't know, maybe I have mysophobia."

"But if she washes it again, I guess I'll only get four hours of sleep in the morning."

"I'm so tired...it's been so cold lately, and I'll be on duty again tomorrow."

"You've been a little miserable lately. I can only hope that Miss Afro will finish bathing soon."

"You said that our Royal Highness has no friends, so why did you ask Miss Avro to sleep with you? Did you choose her to be your maid?"

"I heard that Her Royal Highness was in a very sad mood a few days before she was poisoned. She kept herself locked in her room. This time she recovered from the poisoning. Maybe she called Miss Avro to relieve her mood."

"Ah, if this can make Her Royal Highness happy, I will work hard even if I don't sleep..."

"Well, Her Royal Highness is the most important thing."

"But why did Her Royal Highness get better from the poison all of a sudden?"

"It must be the blessing of the goddess. It has spread throughout the palace..."

Is Grace this popular?

Avro's eyes were distracted and lost in thought. When the maid talked about other things later, she could no longer concentrate on eavesdropping.

Almost immediately, I gave a negative answer in my heart.

She is an arrogant, crazy person, well, the unreasonable kind!

but……

If I don't take a bath with her now, these maids will have to go to bed very late.

Being a maid is actually a very hard job. In the church, Afro often heard some maids complain about their jobs.

Almost [-] hours a day, all the power of life and death is given to the master.

The compassion of a born saint could not help but drift out like smoke. Avro took a deep breath and walked slowly in front of the two of them.

"Miss Maid, can you take me to the bath?"

It wasn't until a soft and holy voice rang in their ears that the two fish-fishing maids realized what was happening.

With her blond hair and blue eyes and wearing a winter palace skirt reserved for nobles, she must be a friend of Her Royal Highness.

The short maid suddenly came to her senses and quickly bowed and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Miss Afro, I deserve death. I shouldn't talk about this behind my back. Please forgive me for being rude."

The taller and smarter maid knelt down directly, begging for forgiveness with her knees on the ground using civilian etiquette, "I'm sorry, Miss Avro."

"It's okay, just take me to the bath. I won't tell anyone else."

Avro shook his head magnanimously, and even lowered his body to help the maid up.

The maids' tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and she praised sincerely:

"Thank you, Miss Avro. You are indeed a friend of Her Royal Highness, with such a kind and generous personality."

"Then, Miss Avro, please come with me."

Kind and generous?

Avro frowned in confusion.

He is, but not Grace.

Forget it, let’s go to the bath first...

I just don’t know why, but I feel a little nervous, and at the same time a little bit...

expect?

Afro suddenly felt a little creepy about the bizarre thoughts in his mind.

She shook her head, trying to throw away the bad idea, and then she followed the pace of the maids.

38. So Jimei, let’s sleep together!

The huge bathhouse was filled with mist, with a layer of finely divided rose petals floating on the water, and unknown essential oil rendering the liquid surface an ambiguous pink.

The soles of her feet touched the water lightly, and her thin body with feminine lines and beauty entered the water, and warmth surged up.

There are rose-shaped water outlets on all sides, with gurgling water, and the whole person feels like being immersed in a pink ocean.

On such a cold winter day, being able to take a dip in such a bath can be said to be the best comfort for the mind and body.

Grace is abstinent and refuses anything that can bring happiness.

But that doesn't mean she's stupid. She wouldn't be stupid enough to take a bath with ice water in the middle of winter.

Grace chose to end this behavior that could easily lead to a sense of dependence as soon as possible to prevent herself from being greedy.

Even though her revenge has been successful, Grace still chooses this habit.

The shampoo was rubbed into lather on her body very quickly, and Grace washed her body cleanly like a soldier with strict rules.

According to the rules, the personal maid named Sarah should take a bath in person.

But, alas, Grace hated any contact, so she was asked out.

The wet water flowed down the body, washing every part of the body clean.

Grace leaned on the edge of the bathtub and looked around. She was the only one in the entire bathroom.

Can I use the Holy Flame Technique?

Miss Grace frowned in confusion.

So how to start it?

Snap, she lightly snapped her fingers.

Moved by his thoughts, a white flame ignited faintly at his fingertips, strange and hot.

Even though Grace was far away, she could feel the temperature contained in this flame.

Are these the only functions?

Grace tried to use her mind to continue to control the flame and explore more forms.

She waved her index finger in the air, and the blazing white flame followed. Red, yellow, purple, and blue, thousands of colors changed beautifully on the flame.

"Have you become a magic master now?"

It even seems like you can do more with Holy Flame...

Wonderful thoughts exploded in Miss Grace's mind, and there was a crisp finger snap.

It is also the sound of vitality flames exploding at the fingertips.

The pure white holy flames scattered like fireworks in front of my eyes.

Grace was shocked. Does it have such an effect?

Not only that, under her experiment, the Holy Flame Technique can also be transformed into the shape of a bullet and fired.

Flame!

Grace couldn't help but marvel, the intensity of the Holy Flame Technique was too high.

But in the butter world, the battle system is just to give out more benefits. In fact, this intensity is considered reasonable.

Well...it's almost time to go back.

Grace stood up from the bathtub, her head was extremely heavy, she was slightly dizzy and her body was shaky.

Does it seem to be a side effect of the Holy Flame spell?It requires a certain amount of physical strength.

Grace leaned against the eaves for a while before she recovered.

The small white bare feet stepped on the white tiles, and the water flow followed the curve of the slender calves, leaving a transparent water stain on the ground.

On the wall to the left of the bathtub, there is a delicate mirror with gold rims, probably for the owner of the bath to appreciate his own body.

The hazy mist could only outline a rough outline of his figure.

With her silky black hair hanging down on her chest, Grace wiped the cold mirror with her hands.

What comes into view is the skin that is too pale and does not know what the sun is, the body with golden proportions, the slender waist, and the right breasts. Every part of the body seems to have been given grace by the Creator, and no flaws can be found.

But from the appearance point of view, there is not much difference from the previous life, and the pink mole on the left chest also remains.

He even said that this body should be his original body?

Grace's eyebrows moved slightly and she noted down this unreasonable thing.

Afterwards, she wrapped her body in a bath towel, and then she went to the changing room to change into pajamas.

Click, wispy smoke overflowed from the crack in the door, and the closed door of the bathhouse opened.

A golden and fluffy head tilted cautiously through the crack of the door. Avro felt particularly nervous for some reason.

She tightly held the bath towel covering her body in her hands, and then swept around the entire bathtub.

Avro blinked, "Huh? Isn't he here?"

The nun let out a long sigh of relief.

"What are you looking at?"

A cold voice came to my ears.

The heart in his chest suddenly tightened, and Afro looked behind the door on the left with some guilt.

Grace stood there expressionless, with wet water droplets soaking into the bath towel covering her body. Her looming white skin made people unable to take their eyes away.

But her unconscious thoughts of being aloof and not caring about anything were like the cold and cold white flowers on the snow-capped mountains.

One can't help but imagine the scene after she loses control of her emotions or her cheeks turn red.

The more arrogant she is, the more she wants to see her fall to the bottom.