Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

When Afro went to get a blanket for the old man, Miss Grace chose to strike first.

She took off the warm mink clothes directly to the old man, leaving only the pure black woolen cloak.

For these devout believers, it is useless to give money. They will still dedicate all of themselves to the "goddess" like moths to the flame. This is the piety of fools.

The old man was a little surprised at first, but he couldn't resist Miss Grace's enthusiasm, and finally reluctantly accepted it.

At the same time, when she was leaving, she used her peripheral vision to confirm the kind-hearted Miss Afro and saw her back.

It's just that it's really cold today.

When she took off her mink clothes, Grace shivered with cold, and her weak body tried her best to resist this move with trembling.

But PLAN A and PLAN B are ready, no matter how cold it is, Grace, who is now betting on her life, has only one choice left, and that is to start the game.

……

So how will Grace get Avro to wear the collar?

Time returns to the cramped confessional room.

"Of course, you must devote your whole body and soul to me first. You can no longer believe in your gods. The meaning of your life can only be because of me."

Grace couldn't refuse the words.

She was arrogant and elegant on the face, but secretly, her vitality was constantly passing by with the countdown, and the thin cloak made her body freeze and tremble with cold.

But these are things that Avro cannot observe on the other side of the door.

In order to prevent the system from getting in the way, she asked the system to turn off the favorability reminder.

Through the window, Grace saw Afro's face in front of her with a frosty face, her brows furrowed, her green eyes full of warning, and the temperature and atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Very good, that’s a really good expression. Now I really feel like a villain.

Grace tilted her head and smiled at her to express friendship.

This undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Avro took a deep breath and turned around to open the door and leave. However, she suddenly remembered something in the next second. She turned her head and looked at Grace with a puzzled expression.

As if he recognized himself, he went straight to the point and started in a rude and stupid way, allowing the kind-hearted Miss Avro to voluntarily fall into the trap.

Grace stood up, she put the slender ring collar through the narrow window from the pocket of her winter palace skirt, and gave orders in a cold voice,

"Miss Avro, do you want to leave now? I will only give you one chance. Put it on and swear your loyalty to the gods and me."

Avro's beautiful eyebrows undulated like ocean waves, and a complex expression appeared on his holy face, revealing a subtle hint of disgust.

Why did Her Royal Highness do this?

Now putting on the collar means that as a nun in the church and as a candidate saint of the Holy See of Light, I will fall in love with the imperial power.

Go out from here and let all the devout believers see - look, the saint lady who will talk to the goddess in the future is actually being a dog for others.

Isn't this the biggest insult to the goddess?

Such an ending would be more uncomfortable for the devout Afro than killing herself, but with her own status, she could not refuse Her Royal Highness.

She stared in silence for a long time. Her thin, white and slender hand slipped from the door handle, staring at the collar with a special meaning, and she said cautiously,

"Your Highness Princess Grace...is this our first meeting? Are you playing a prank? Saying such words...is not in line with your status, Your Highness."

Grace heard it, it was a subtle reminder of her naivety.

This is already a very kind reminder.

But Grace would not give up. She continued to press forward relentlessly, and her words became even more wanton:

"Now that you have recognized me, shouldn't you put it on? Or do you want to reject me as a noble?"

This is already a threat!

"Your Highness! Your request is too..."

She subconsciously refused harshly, but realized her transgression and swallowed the word "rude" in her throat.

As a noble, you cannot say the word rude to the princess.

Avro looked into those delicate ruby-like eyes. Red should have been the most dangerous color, but she only felt a special clarity.

That is a transparency that a vicious person will not have.

As a nun, Afro has seen countless believers. As long as she looks into a stranger's eyes, she can guess with certainty whether that person is good or bad.

Why is Her Majesty Grace like this?

Her Royal Highness was the first to answer, "Is it too much?"

That's rude, Afro added in his mind.

But she still maintains peace on her face. This is the confessional room connected to the goddess. No matter what, the nun must maintain her best form.

This is also a sign of respect for the goddess.

She suppressed the disgust in her heart, looked at the necklace in the girl's hand, and said, "No, I just have a little doubt."

"Ok?"

Grace raised her eyebrows with interest, "I can answer your question, but when we talk about business, shouldn't it be better to open the door?"

Grace tapped the side edge of her collar against the wooden window, silently urging her.

"And—! My arms are sore from holding it up all the time."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Perhaps due to his kind habits, Avro subconsciously caught the collar.

Touching the black and red collar made of soft material, the magic power wave faintly surrounded it, making Avro a little annoyed.

What on earth are you doing?

Just thinking about it——, click, and then the wooden door that separated the two people was completely opened by her.

Grace stood outside the door, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, like a lazy cat licking its fur, and her white hands gently rubbed her arms.

Her Royal Highness showed the delicate side of a girl, maybe this is her true side.

At this moment, Avro could clearly see the whole picture of Her Royal Highness.

Even though she was a princess, she was just a beautiful and thin girl. In this cold winter, she wore very little.

The cold wind penetrated through the woolen cloak and penetrated into the winter palace skirt. If it weren't for the slightly trembling skirt, Avro couldn't even feel the trembling of Her Royal Highness's delicate body.

She thought of the rickety old man who made a pilgrimage before, and it seemed that someone had given her a mink coat that was mainly used to keep out the cold.

Judging from her appearance, she seems to be Her Royal Highness... Is Her Royal Highness so kind?

The current relationship is very strange and the atmosphere is very subtle. It doesn't seem to be the tit-for-tat that it was before.

The peaceful atmosphere made Avro a little bolder, and she asked cautiously,

"Your Highness, weren't you poisoned at the palace banquet? Why are you here?"

Not just such a simple question, she wanted to ask - where is her brother in the interrogation room?What is the situation now?

According to rumors, Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess has a gentle and calm personality and does not like to fight. What is her purpose of coming to me now?

I have no idea what Her Royal Highness is thinking, and the threat doesn't seem like a threat.

"Yes, why do I appear here?"

Grace asked with a smile.

Without giving Avro any chance to answer, she raised her head slightly and said in a condescending manner,

"I was indeed poisoned yesterday, and the evidence now shows that it was your brother Nurki who poisoned me."

"But your Highness, aren't you still standing here fine?"

If Grace had been poisoned, how could she be standing here fine?

In order to verify this conjecture, Afro used magic to detect the vitality of Grace.

How could this happen? Avro frowned.

Grace's current state is not like being poisoned, but like a cup with cracks. Her life force is slowly passing away at an even speed and will dry up soon.

It was obvious that her vitality was constantly weakening, but Her Royal Highness's face never showed any signs of weakness. She remained calm.

"It doesn't matter that I stand here, the evidence has the final say. Even if I am not poisoned, it is still a crime to attempt a crime."

The cold voice echoed in the confessional room, and Grace took a step forward to close the distance between the two.

The small confessional room was extremely quiet for a while, and Avro could even hear the distorted chatter outside the confessional room through the wood.

Her Royal Highness was wearing high heels and was a bit shorter than herself, so Afro could only lower her head, look into Grace's beautiful eyes, and retort:

"But how could my brother murder His Highness? You are his fiancée."

Grace smiled contemptuously, "So what? I heard that someone heard Nurki once said a lot of bad things about me when he was drunk. There was a motive for the crime."

Isn't this just spreading rumors?

Avro's heart is like a mirror. Although she is gentle, she will never let anyone manipulate her.

She is very smart, smarter than most people, but she remains peaceful and does not fight, just because she has the purest and most pious heart.

Avro was not in a hurry, she retorted very calmly,

"Your Highness, I know my brother's personality very well. He is an upright man, obsessed with medicine, and has never been an alcoholic."

"is it?"

Grace took a step forward. The distance between the two was less than twenty centimeters, and the atmosphere was tense.

At this moment, Afro could even smell the faint scent of perfume belonging to Grace. It was a floral fragrance mixed with teak wood and jasmine, which was elegant and unique.

Her eyes stared at herself eagerly in a scrutinizing way, "This is not necessarily true. I heard that some murderers will disguise themselves very well before execution."

"And as long as the judge finds it to be evidence, then it becomes evidence and it doesn't matter what the truth is."

She spoke in an understatement, her lips opening and closing like a Pandora's Box of bewildering people, making people have no choice but to believe her.

Then Afro watched her take off the collar from her hand, her slightly cold hand slid across her palm like snowflakes, and then she pointed the collar at her cheek.

The girl turned a blind eye, looked at Avro through the collar, and threatened softly,

"What do you think is the crime of murdering the princess? If the crime is proven, everything in Argerich will be burned, including you, who will end his short life on the gallows."

"You are still so young and a candidate for a saint. Your future is bright and bright."

At this time, most people would choose to compromise because of their own interests, but Afro was surprisingly calm at this time.

She seemed to realize something, narrowed her eyes and entered a state of alert, and asked in the same cold tone,

"So, Your Royal Highness, what do you want to say?"

Grace had to say that Avro's cold face was more pleasing to the eye than her previous holy and gentle form.

The half-way reminder countdown and the hands gradually losing strength confirmed that Grace's time was running out.

It was not surprising that such a situation occurred. Grace had even imagined Afro's clean and upright expression when he rejected her.

Only such a person will not be conquered by the protagonist played by the player, and only such a person who shines like a diamond can be worthy of the title of Saint.

Grace continued to play the villain according to her own plan A. At this moment, the black and white girl showed a bright smile like a rose.

She pulled down Avro's hand and placed the collar on the girl's hand again, giving her the right to choose.

"Now put on the collar. Then, I will save your brother for you."

"what……"

Avro let out a helpless sigh. She took a step back to draw a firm line with Grace, and pressed her back against the slightly cold wall of the confessional.

Her tone was calm, without much fluctuation, calm and confident.

"Your Highness, there are magic waves on your collar. This is something I knew from the beginning."

"Although I don't understand political struggles, His Highness also said it - your words don't count, so why should I believe your promise?"

"If it's just for playing house like this, I think you can use it for other purposes, such as pleasing His Majesty the King."

From the moment the magic wave was spoken, Grace knew that her plan A had completely failed.

This was expected, as long as plan B was activated, but what surprised Grace was Avro's attitude.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes, as clear as lake water, looked straight at herself, as if trying to find the answer to a math problem, and asked stubbornly,