Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace took a step forward, her cold voice became passionate,

"Are you saying that the goddess who has protected the continent of Eris for thousands of years and bestowed civilization and fire on mankind does not exist? Or are you questioning the goddess?"

"I mean your remarks are ridiculous. To protect a criminal, you actually used the name of the goddess to lie!"

"So - how to explain this?"

Snap, after a finger snap, a white holy flame appeared between Grace's index fingers. It jumped with the girl's fingertips, burning and deforming the surrounding air.

"How can I cast the Holy Flame Technique without magic power?"

Hiss, the tips of Grace's keen ears twitched slightly, and she vaguely heard a surprised intake of breath, and then the auditorium began to stir, whispering like mosquitoes in summer.

That is the gaze and evaluation that one should bear.

But the most important thing now is the Kalta in front of me.

Grace raised her lips and smiled at him, speaking condescendingly to the arrogant Karta.

——"Stupid one-eyed dragon".

Karta's eyes instantly turned red, and he felt unbearable. His scales were touched, and the flames of anger burned unstoppably.

He could no longer pay attention to when Grace had magic.

All I could hear in my ears were countless voices saying to myself - kill her, kill her!

Kill her!Bitch! ! !Bitch! ! !She actually dared to challenge herself for the mistakes she had made! !

Karta, who was murderous and on the verge of anger, couldn't help but hold the sword in his hand. The veins on his neck bulged, and he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice,

"If you lie in the name of the goddess, you will fall into eternal hell. Why do you use magic props to deceive everyone?"

He was born into the royal family and had an irritable and unstable personality, which almost determined the second prince's defeat.

Emperor Kevin obviously knew this result, so he did not establish a throne for a long time in order to check and balance Victoria.

People with physical disabilities, especially in an environment like the royal family, must have extremely distorted personalities.

Biting fingernails is a sign of mental instability.

This time, Grace has a winning chance.

The flame went out, and the girl slowly raised her hand, using her fair and delicate right hand as a gun to aim at Kalta.

Then she closed her right eye and whispered softly from her cherry-colored lips, "Bang!"

A ball of terrifying flames suddenly condensed at the fingertips, shooting out at high speed like a bullet, fiercely cutting through the dry and cold air.

The scorching heart of flame flew in the field of vision of Kalta's one-eye at a speed that was unobservable to the naked eye.

Like a shining meteor, reaching between the eyebrows.

Karta's eyes widened, and he stepped back. At the same time, he subconsciously took out his long sword to resist the bullet-like flames.

"Brother Imperial, what about this? Is it still an illusion of magic props?"

The crisp sound fell, and then, thousands of flames condensed on the girl's back, and all the bullets were aimed at the life gate.

Grace's black hair floated gently in the roaring air, and her eyes were full of murderous intent, like a siren crawling out of the dark sea water, beautiful and dangerous.

Bang, the long sword broke into two pieces with a soft sound.

The cold light of the sharp blade reflected his frightened face, and Karta's scarlet pupils trembled.

Grace really wants to kill herself! ! !

After the idea of ​​killing the imperial sister emerged, it was out of control.

She wanted to kill herself first!

Anyway, my father wanted to kill her, and everyone wanted to kill her, so my father would definitely forgive me.

Yes, his father was assassinated, and he blocked the attack for them, so his father would definitely forgive him.

Carta could no longer see anyone else in his field of vision. He burst out with astonishing speed in an instant, stepped forward in two steps and locked Grace's fragile throat forcefully.

"Bitch!"

Grace didn't resist at all and let Carta choke her like a little chicken.

Snap, snap, snap, there was a vague sound of fireworks exploding in the ears, and at the same time, the urgent collision of armors sounded.

"Quick, save Her Highness Grace, Her Highness Carta is going crazy!"

The noisy crowd began to surge.

Her neck was red from being pinched, and she was almost out of breath, but even so, the imperial sister was still smiling.

The grip on her throat became tighter and tighter, and the real devil began to speak. She struggled to say,

"You, look... when facing someone who wants to kill you, the action anyone takes must be to kill her first, even if it is a relative or lover."

"I'm not lying, right? Law, judge... Your Excellency?"

51. Welcome to my hell

The broken sword blade and reason, the exploding fireworks and the crowd, the scarlet eyes and the pinched red neck.

Everyone on stage and off stage has their own agenda, some are noisy, some are crazy, some are anxious, some are panicked, some are watching with cold eyes.

Everyone in the court turned into absurd colors and jointly painted a picture of "The Last Supper".

It is only in the worst evil that one can see the human heart.

Grace liked this feeling, it was so real and terrifying.

I like the selfishness and incompetence shown in Karta's anger under the real suffocation feeling of dying.

Boom, boom, boom, the hammer of the Inquisition has never struck at such a rapid rate.

The ignorant judge shouted loudly - "Quick! Pull Her Highness Carta and Her Highness Grace away!"

The force on his neck became heavier and heavier, his throat felt like it was about to be crushed, and there was a ringing in his ears.

Death is approaching.

Even though her throat could no longer utter a single syllable, Grace still faced Carta with a smile and said with lips:

--Come!Brother Emperor, kill me!

madman! !A complete lunatic!

The hand holding his neck was pulled away by the guarding knight.

"Get away!" Karta took half a step back, staggered, and roughly threw away the knight who was arguing.

His handsome face was covered with horrifying veins, and he was breathing heavily. His eyes could no longer tolerate anything else, only the red color of anger and fear.

He pointed at his nose and showed his ugliest expression.

"Grace! You are completely possessed by a demon!! You are completely crazy!"

Grace gained the right to breathe fresh air. She took out a handkerchief embroidered with redbud flowers from her beautiful and clean little white dress, and wiped the remaining fingerprints on her neck gracefully.

Then he lightly straightened his wrinkled collar.

Whether Nurki stays or goes, and who is the poisoner, the outcome no longer matters.

The news that will spread throughout the Rhine Empire tomorrow is one and only - Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess, who was almost poisoned to death, has become a person blessed by the goddess.

For any royal family there is only good news and no scandal.

At the same time, you are announcing to the father you have never met - the Grace you don't like is now something valuable.

Please protect her now.

"Your Highness Karta, please stay calm."

The guarding knights once again held Karta's body hostage to prevent him from doing anything drastic.

Even Miles came up to him and asked anxiously like a loyal dog:

"Your Highness Karta, are you okay?"

"let me go."

Karta struggled, his chest heaving rapidly. He picked up half of the broken sword from the ground, his eyes were blood red, and he wanted to stab himself through like a broken steel knife.

"You should arrest Grace. There is a devil living in her body! She is not my royal sister!"

As if he was so crazy that he lost his mind, he grabbed Miles's collar again and forced him crazily.

"Yes, Miles, you arrest her first and sentence her!!"

It's really ugly.

"Brother..."

Grace still held the handkerchief in front of Carta lightly, lowered her body as if giving alms and said:

"Look around you, who is crazy?"

Karta woke up from a dream and stood up from the ground in confusion.

From his narrow left eye, he saw countless pairs of eyes.

Disgusted, fearful, and disgusted, everyone looked at him, and every look seemed to fall on his own mutilated parts.

Even Miles, who had bribed himself, cast a strange look, and everyone seemed to be saying that he was crazy.

My heart, burned with anger, felt as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on it during the cold weather.

Karta calmed down.

Although he has a bad temper, he is not that irritable to begin with, unless he is under some illusion or someone poisons him.

Karta's heart suddenly tightened, and some intuition forced him to look down the stage.

Victoria sat on the chair and smiled, like a swaying brilliant rose, covered with thorns, but incredibly beautiful.

Tooth for tooth, eye for eye - she uttered these words with the shape of her lips.

Then, he casually admired his five fingers, which were as slender as peeled onions.

Karta raised his right hand in horror, and the flattened fingernails seemed to indicate something.

It was Victoria, the bitch, who poisoned herself! ! !

So what then...?What would my father think of me?

Karta's heart was occupied by a nameless panic. He supported the witness stand in despair and began to think about the consequences.

Carta already seems to have recovered?

Grace noticed the changes in the royal brother, her eyes passed over Carta, and finally landed on the fair judge.

"Your Honor, do you think my previous testimony is still lying?"

The judge's face was a little pale, his plump lips could not be closed for a long time, and his eyes were escaping like an army in retreat.

People who don't want their lives are the most terrifying.

Having been in the officialdom for a long time, Miles knows this truth well.

The crazy Karta treated Her Royal Highness like this just now, but she was still able to smile...

This is an existence more terrifying than the devil! !

Miles looked at Kalta, only to find that his pupils were dilated and he was in a daze. Having lost her guide, she muttered,

"You...should not be lying."

"Ah."

The girl's clear voice was without any emotion, as cold as the wind and snow in the valley,

"It seems that your Honor, Judge Miles, is very fair."

This is undoubtedly a farce, and the farce must eventually end.

Grace turned and looked at the audience behind her.

Avro was in the audience, her eyes as hot as concentrated sunlight, locked on her.

She showed a clean and trustworthy smile to the holy nun like a blooming tulip, her lips parted slightly and she announced softly: