Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Afro has gone downstairs.

At this moment, Grace decided to do something.

In the best 20 years of Grace's life, as the eldest daughter of a chaebol, she accepted the etiquette of the aristocracy.

Piano, violin, and painting were all things that filled her childhood.

Oh, and there are countless difficult and obscure books.

But she didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she enjoyed this process of enriching herself.

She played the piano very well and had deliberately participated in youth competitions, so it was no problem for whom to play a piece of music for.

The window was open, the moonlight was clear, and stars of all sizes were scattered like chess pieces.

She slowly sat down in front of the black and white piano.

……

Avro was a little angry.

I should have known earlier that this was a hot face against a cold butt, and I thought she really needed company.

As a result, I choked myself back like ice the whole time.

She is a completely arrogant and indifferent woman!Why do I care about her so much!

If it weren't for my brother's sake...

Wait, the hurried steps downstairs echoed in the stairwell. Afro couldn't help but take a deep breath. The sympathy he had for Grace just now seemed to have disappeared.

She stormed out of the palace door, feeling ridiculous at her absurd idea.

In the cold and quiet snowy night, a misty piano sound came from nowhere.

It floats out from the open window on the second floor. The music is gentle and romantic. The piano that has accumulated over time has an indescribable lightness, like a holy sound coming from the sky.

How should I describe this feeling?

It was quiet all around, the clean snow and the bone-chilling darkness wiped out all life, and the warm candlelight was cut off by the closed mist-covered windows.

Therefore, in the wilderness of heaven and earth, the only thing you can see is the night sky and the stars, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of the piano in that window.

The original complaints seemed to dissipate in the darkness like the breath exhaled from the tip of the nose.

Avro suddenly became peaceful, and she stopped quietly, looking up at the half-open window and the lonely moon in the sky.

A human voice joined the piano playing.

"City of Stars, do you shine only for me..."

The girl's cold voice sang softly, without a trace of emotion, but a cold voice that was stronger than any emotion.

At the same time, countless groups of terrifying flames danced like sparks in the night sky.

It was the previous Holy Flame Technique.

Grace had also used the Holy Flame to turn into fireworks to anger the second prince.

At this moment, they are not in the air to show off their aggression, but rather they are starting to put on a gorgeous show with heaven and earth as the curtain.

Bang, a ball of flame exploded gorgeously like fireworks.

Taking this as a signal, tens of thousands of fireworks bloomed with the soft voice.

Then, the world began to gradually become restless. The closed windows of thousands of houses were opened, and countless servants poked their heads out, chirping in wonder and admiring this rare grand scene.

The cold winter is starting to get warmer.

Avro has seen miracles and seen the beauty of the world, but he never thought that someone would use sacred magic wantonly to create a prosperous and dazzling celebration fireworks, just to please himself.

Grace…

She is crazy, she is indifferent, and she is the most unscrupulous blasphemer in this serious court.

But she wanted to cover up everything and only became a romantic and pious believer at this moment.

Grace's music ended and disappeared into the noise of the world, but the gorgeous performance in the bright starry night did not stop.

The graceful figure of the girl appeared at the window. She looked up at the dome, and the colorful lights and shadows flickered on her pale face.

Countless meteors flying backwards were wiped out in a flash of brilliance.

Avro could no longer pay attention to the fireworks that would disappear in a moment.

Because I feel like there are people who are more fragile than that.

Bang, the last of thousands of fireworks stopped.

Romance has an end.

Her Highness Grace, who was pale and panting slightly, finally focused her gaze on herself.

She didn't say anything, her red eyes were particularly clear in the dark blue night, like a deep whirlpool that made people's soul sink.

She didn't need to say anything, Avro knew it.

She was saying, "Happy birthday, Miss Afro."

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54. Would you be sad if I died?

All words are understood in each other's eyes.

Grace was still as cold as snow.

But Avro suddenly felt a little better. Maybe it was because the music he had never heard before was intoxicating both physically and mentally. Maybe it was because he was inexplicably moved by the fact that so many people were enjoying the fireworks with him.

Anyway, needless to say, she responded with a smile and then started on her journey home.

……

"Hahaha……"

The carriage disappeared at the end of the snowy night. Grace gasped for breath, and her tense dignity could finally relax.

The feeling of his magic power being drained made his body float a little, and he had to hold on to the window to prevent himself from falling.

Magic like the Advanced Holy Flame spell causes too much damage to the body.

Grace will not continue to use it next time if it is not necessary.

It is better to solve the problem on your own rather than rely on the help of the system.

There is nothing in this world that can be relied on except your own hands and the knowledge in your mind.

Grace calmed down for a long time, until her frail body was no longer dizzy, and she stood up again.

Time to read that diary...

She has always been obsessed with her diary. Before she could reach the bookshelf, she was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk, and then, a soft and gentle female voice came from outside the door.

"Your Highness Grace, I am your personal maid Sarah. Victoria asked me to pack your luggage tonight. Can I come in now?"

By the way, I have to stay with Victoria tonight.

Maybe it’s time to let down your guard against Victoria?

Even if you only read a little of the original diary of the Fifth Princess, it is enough to see that the Fifth Princess has considerable trust in Victoria.

From all aspects of her behavior, she is a little strange and possessive, but there is nothing wrong with her.

Did you even get yourself a cat?In short, this is not the behavior of a normal sister.

"come in."

Grace asked Sarah to come in first, and then she bent down in front of the bookshelf and pulled out the diary without hesitation.

A maid like this who works as a personal caretaker and cleans the room should know about the existence of a diary.

It is better to be secretive than to watch openly.

But when Grace turned to the first page, the silent maid finally couldn't help but speak.

"Your Highness Grace, you have been very silent recently..."

"Do you think something about me has changed?"

Grace glanced up at Sarah, the personal maid.

She was busy standing in front of the desk, placing scattered stationery or decorations into categories one by one in storage boxes.

Sarah replied while packing away the books that Grace once loved to read,

"Yes, His Highness used to like chatting with me, but after he recovered, he became very cold. Besides, His Highness usually likes to do some handicrafts, desserts, or practice piano, or go to the orphanage outside the palace to play with the children."

"After recovery, you seem to be completely uninterested in these things."

Grace's previous impression of softness and kindness was vividly reflected in the attitude between master and servant.

Sarah's attitude was very relaxed, which was a good thing.

"I lost a little bit of my memory after the poisoning. The difference is normal, Sarah."

Sarah was not surprised at all, as if she had already known the result.

She moved her gaze over.

This maid has soft white hair that does not match the darkness of the night, a delicate face, and soft blue eyes, all of which give her a gentle and gentle temperament.

After looking at Grace carefully for a while, Sarah slowly came to a conclusion,

"But I think Your Highness Grace, you are still the same as before, you are just a little bit quieter than before."

"is it?"

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Grace did not take her words to heart and did not intend to talk to her again.

I am not naturally indifferent, I can empathize with others, help strangers who have no interests in dealing with me, and show a little love.

But if she wants to have a deeper relationship with others, Grace needs to seriously think about how sincere she can be.

"After you've packed up, take me to Victoria's bedroom."

Grace stopped continuing the topic, and returned her gaze to the diary filled with Juanxiu's small words. This was obviously a more important matter.

"11.13 Rain

Brother Karta is here again. Every time he sees me, he always says that I caused his eyes.

He still waved his sword in front of me today and I was scared.

He has become so strange now, so violent and scary that one day he will really stab my eyes with that sword...

I read many ancient books, but could not find the magic potion formula to heal his eyes.

If his eyes get better, Brother Karta will become what he was before. "

"11.29 Yin

Today is the birthday of the goddess, and I specially made strawberry cakes for all the children in the orphanage.

Jimmy said today that he will be adopted next month.

I should have been happy for him, but I felt a little bit reluctant for some reason.

These little kids can't stay in an orphanage forever.

Their lives should not stay in a small yard for the rest of their lives.

It would be nice if I could be free too.

12.24 Snow

It's snowing today and it's very cold.

Carol actually wrote my name on the snow today with a tree branch.