Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Ha ha……"

The girl let out a painful, patient gasp.

Such a huge impact was like splitting a life apart, and the entire internal organs were pulled to pieces. Grace's mind was spinning and buzzing, and she couldn't think of anything for a moment.

The ankle hit the ground, and the entire bone seemed to be twisted. Grace lost her mobility, and severe pain occupied every part of her body.

The puppet's attack will not stop here. It swishes and retracts one of its arms, swaying in the air as if it is looking for the next attack.

The next time, it will be shattered to pieces.

Maybe, he will probably die like this.

The soft hands passed through the armpits in pain, and Grace felt her body become lighter in a daze.

No, it wasn't lightness, but someone hugged me.

The tip of her nose smelled a familiar fragrance among the blood, and Grace vaguely saw a strand of blond hair like the sun, as well as a steady stream of healing magic that was injecting vitality into herself.

The blond girl's expression had never been so anxious as at this moment, and a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

But she gritted her molars and persisted, her beautiful eyes filled with determination to ride the wind and waves.

Ah...it's the kind-hearted Miss Avro.

However, it has been of no avail.

If he were running alone, it would still be too late, but if Afro was allowed to run like a princess, he would soon be caught up.

The approaching sounds of cracking and splitting of boards also proved this once again.

Oh, another fierce punch, and a strong wind full of power brushed his cheek.

Grace knew she couldn't delay it any longer...

Grace, who was as quiet as a weak cat in her arms, struggled to move for the first time, and her slender fingers gently grasped Avro's pajamas.

Avro felt as if his heart was being pulled by a rope. On the other end of the rope was the conceited Royal Highness. Every time she took a trembling breath, her heart suddenly tightened.

The girl leaned on her chest and tried hard to close to her ear. She said in an extremely weak voice,

"No need...to treat me any more."

"How can that be!"

Even if she has no feeling in her legs, even if she is fighting death, she cannot give up...give up Grace.

But the good news is that as you approach the stairwell of the circular corridor, the thickness of the floor continues to increase, and the doll can no longer penetrate the floor with brute force.

It needs to climb upstairs to have a chance to kill itself.

"Healing me would only be a waste of...your magic."

The girl's voice became weaker and weaker, as if it was melting like snow in the dry and cold air.

Avro was so anxious that he was about to cry. He gritted his teeth and retorted,

"Can that be called a waste? Your life is mine!"

The doll's voice became faint, and Avro quietly placed Grace against a mirror, trying to use magic to heal the damage to Grace's body.

"My ankle is broken and I can't run."

Grace lay weakly against the wall, her slender legs hanging on the floor, and coughed painfully.

There was no trace of blood on Avro's pale cheeks.

But her red eyes were exceptionally bright, like the vibrant orange-red sunrise in the morning.

"You also noticed it, right? I am the target of the puppet. It never attacked you from the beginning to the end. You were the one who was accidentally involved."

Grace grabbed Avro's sleeve, then took out the handle to carry a sharp dagger with her, and said every word with unusual calmness:

"If I pierce my chest with a dagger, I won't die when the illusion is lifted. Avro, I remember that you have the magic to maintain your vitality, right?"

"My life is yours...remember to protect it."

She raised the dagger high, without any hesitation or hesitation, and stabbed towards the thin chest without blinking.

A metallic cold light like ice edges flashed in Avro's eyes, and she instantly understood what Grace wanted to do, and imagined a bloody future.

no!no!You will definitely die if you do that!If the illusion is really so easy to unravel, why is it listed as a forbidden technique?

Avro's heart felt like it had been crushed, and the blood in her body was as hot as if it was being dried out. She snatched the dagger angrily.

"Grace!!! I won't allow anyone to die in front of me in this way!"

"That's better than not having any hope at all!! I can't run anymore."

Grace's calm eyes were straight, like a sharp knife piercing the girl's eyes and heart.

She squeezed Avro's shoulders and said in an unprecedentedly serious and determined tone:

"Afro, now I order you to kill me!"

66. Grace, you are important!

On the road of life, there are countless street lights that fail to light up, and tombstones of different types, old and new, are buried in the wilderness.

Avro knows that not many people can reach the end they envision.

If someone like Grace died in such a ridiculous and crazy way...

Thinking of that possibility, Avro felt as if he was being burned by fire.

Never allow it!

The goddess said that life is supreme.

It’s not the time to gamble your life yet!There is no need to gamble with Grace's life.

Avro's emerald eyes were burning and red with nameless anger.

The meaning of a saint is to listen to the will of the goddess, convey the gospel of this world to hard-working and kind-hearted believers, and eliminate sins.

If you are greedy for life and afraid of death at this time, and make huge bets with the lives of others, how can you be worthy of the believers?Are you worthy of your own heart?

If you want to have the determination to fight to the death, you must do it yourself.

The kindness and perseverance in Avro's bones are all transformed into the indomitable green eyes at this moment.

The clear and resolute eyes were incredibly bright, like the scorching sun in the sky, like the most shining and precious diamond in the world.

"I won't do it."

She pinned the dagger to her leg ring, and then pushed away Grace's hand on her body without hesitation, "It's not that time yet."

The crisp sound was clear and powerful, penetrating the air and echoing from the mirror, like a divine voice coming from the ninth heaven.

"And life is supreme. I won't allow it, and neither will the goddess!"

The pain in his body has not gone away, and Afro is still sending healing magic to himself stubbornly.

My ankle is feeling a little better, but once I turn it slightly, I feel a sharp and heart-piercing pain.

Even though Grace has experienced the pain of being near death many times, she is still afraid of pain.

Who is not afraid of pain?

You need to endure these by yourself.

But if Afro uses all his magic to heal himself, how will he escape?

Even if she only knows a little bit about magic, Grace knows that within a period of time, the magic power stored in the human body is limited.

The magic power is equivalent to the MP blue bar value in the game, and it takes about a full week to recover after it is exhausted.

We cannot sit still and wait for death now.

Grace gasped and shook her head in disbelief, her tone so rational that it was almost crazy,

"Have you ever thought about how we can get out of this situation? Can you stop being so holy?"

She pushed her body up from the wall.

"Do you want to die here? We are like livestock waiting to be slaughtered in a livestock farm. I can't run for a long time now. As long as my strength is exhausted, the puppet will kill us effortlessly."

The hands moved slowly towards the sharp dagger clenched in Avro's hand. Their movements were secretive and careful, for fear of attracting someone's attention.

Grace's peripheral vision fell on the cold light of the dagger. Even if Avro disagreed, she could only do this.

At the same time, she pointed to the gradual mechanical sound in the distance, diverting Avro's thoughts, and asked loudly with a red face,

"Afro, tell me, how can you go out now without gambling?"

On the slender, beautiful neck with a collar, the girl's fragile green blood vessels slightly emerged due to excitement.

"Grace!"

Avro's eyes trembled angrily, as if they were scattered and then spread again, and his soft chest rose and fell as he breathed out anger.

Simply incredible!Own?Holy Mother's Heart?

How can someone be so careless about their own life?

You actually want to grab the dagger? !

With quick eyes and hands, she grabbed the girl's slender wrist, clenched her fists anxiously and angrily, and yelled, "No one wins all the time!"

"But I will!"—The certainty of Her Royal Highness's tone is incredible.

Avro couldn't help but raise his head to look at her.

Grace's eyes seemed to have been soaked in blood, looking directly at her, exuding a kind of madness and sadness.

"I have never lost in my life! So I won't lose this time either!"

What is she talking about? ! !absurd!Absolutely ridiculous! !

Avro was so angry that no one had ever been as angry as Grace! !

Why would someone despise their own life so much?

Avro thought of the girl's joy yesterday when her brother strangled her neck with his own hands, and her heart felt like she had been stabbed by someone, with red blood flowing continuously.

"My life is worthless, Avro!"

Her Royal Highness once again said words that made people extremely angry.

Afro couldn't bear it any longer. He pressed Grace's shoulders eagerly and reiterated to her in a firm and angry voice:

"Why do you think so little of yourself? Grace, I tell you! You are very important! So you are not allowed to gamble!"

Grace's pupils suddenly froze, and her frowning eyebrows jumped slightly in shock.

It feels like a tiny opening has been carved out of a towering city wall.

Grace's eyes softened at the same time, but her tone remained determined and sharp. She held her head high and retorted straightly,

"Afro, I'm betting on my life. I bet that you have the power to save me. I believe in you! That's why I bet."

Her cheeks moved further forward, strong and domineering, forcing people to have no choice.

"Tell me! What are you afraid of, Avro?"

"afraid of what……"

Avro blinked in a panic, his pupils blurred unconsciously, and his originally firm and persistent voice gradually became weaker.

She never thought that Grace would ask such a question.

Are you afraid?What are you afraid of?

Afraid of the one-tenth probability, afraid of the ruthless knife of fate, afraid of accidents in gambling.

Afraid...that Grace...would die.

But Avro had no time to think about why?If the discussion continues, there will be no time to escape.

She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to find a reason in her heart.

"There is no fear. No matter who is here now, as long as she is a living life and as long as I am still here, this kind of thing will not be allowed to happen."

Even facing the end of common destruction, it is far better than being a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"You are not allowed to say anything now. Don't forget that I can control your body. I will find a way out. I still have some magic power and can try to break the mirrors on the fourth and fifth floors."