Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Then bring me a book..."

Avro showed her delicate side at this time, like a well-trained dog, she asked obediently,

"Then do you still have to hold it up like this? Your arms are very tired..."

Grace took a deep breath and said compromisingly: "It's up to you."

She quietly glanced at Avro in her glasses again... The smile on her face was so dazzling that she couldn't look straight at it.

Are you so happy?

"Okay? Then I can just take the book?"

Because his back was to the desk, Afro had to turn around and reach out to take down the books from the bookshelf.

The consequence of doing this is that - I have to have a full embrace with Afro's plump female softness...

"Um……"

Grace closed her eyes tightly and held her breath to hold back. The expression on her face was as if she was going to the battlefield and was ready to die.

She felt the softness and gently rubbed her sensitive back bit by bit through the clothes. At the same time, the nun's leg accidentally rubbed against the muscles of her calf.

Grace frowned and took a deep breath, but she vaguely heard an imperceptible "cute" sound.

"what?"

She opened her eyes warily, turned around and judged in a questioning tone.

The distance between the two of them was extremely close, so close that they could see their own faces clearly in each other's eyes.

Avro's face was full of crimson, her long eyelashes blinked in panic like escaping butterfly wings, and she stuttered:

"No, it's nothing, I'm just a little confused about which book to choose..."

It was almost a kissing distance if you got closer.

Grace was also in a strange mood. She turned her head awkwardly, stared at the hands of the sitting clock opposite, and pretended to say casually:

"Choose whatever you want."

The contact between girls shouldn't be so ambiguous. Avro didn't know what was wrong with him, so he hesitated and picked out a copy of "The Witch's Conquest".

The handing over of books and the touching of fingers are thrilling.

"Well... Your Highness Grace, if I read alone... I will be bored, so can Your Highness Grace read to me?"

"..."

Grace hesitated for a while, then she stroked the hardcover cover and said, "Okay."

[Furniture status is ongoing...9 minutes remaining...]

The system's mechanical beep sounded in Grace's ears.

To be honest, Grace's plan is of course not just to simply complete the system's tasks - but to kill two birds with one stone.

This morning's departure - represents Victoria's confusion.

Now that things have come to this, what would an average person do when they meet a "sister" who has feelings for them?

The speed of light cuts and divides boundaries.

With Victoria's personality and abilities, of course she would do the same.

But the difference is that Victoria has an undeniable desire for control in her character, and she also has a different kind of desire for exclusivity over herself.

She can tolerate her liking for her, but she will not tolerate another person suddenly breaking into this impure family relationship.

Therefore, Grace wants to use Afro to stimulate Victoria's special desire for exclusivity so that she will not drive herself away.

Only treasures that are being spied upon should be locked up. Doing so will bring you closer to the imperial sister, right?

It's just that such use is too much for Avro.

She would suffer unprovoked attacks from Victoria.

Grace lowered her eyes, thinking of the determined girl in the secret realm who was not afraid of life and death, and couldn't help but ask softly:

"Afro, if one day someone takes advantage of your sincerity and does something extreme, will you be angry?"

The moment she asked this question, Grace regretted it.

He shouldn't have cared about Avro's emotions.

"Of course I would be angry."

Avro's holy voice answered without hesitation,

"Cheating is an act that needs to be punished. Didn't I tell you last time? Your tongue will be pulled out after death."

"...Is that so?"

Even if Afro doesn't want to, it has been implemented now...

Grace pinched the edge of the book and looked at the slender hour hand that kept spinning and never retreated.

She won't regret her decision.

It is now 11:30.

It's dinner time in half an hour, and Victoria should come to eat with her...

"Since you ask this question, Her Highness Grace must have done something sorry for me, right?"

Avro faintly heard the torture from his soul coming from behind.

"No……"

Sitting in the girl's arms, Grace couldn't say any more words to argue or explain, and all her movements stopped as if she were petrified.

"Really? But if Her Highness Grace did such a thing, I wouldn't be angry."

Avro said softly, his hands unconsciously placed on the girl's soft waist, his posture was as ambiguous as a lover's.

Grace's pupils shrank and she had no time to pay attention to the position of her hands. She was surprised by the girl's words and could only stare at the clock blankly.

"why would you say so?"

"We are friends, and Your Highness Grace, you always have a reason for doing such a thing, right?"

"In the moment of life and death, people who never flinch and are greedy for life and fear of death will never do anything too extreme, right? As long as there is a reasonable reason, I think they will be forgiven."

The clear and sincere voice flowed into my ears word by word. Afro was like a clear spring in this troubled world, enough to wash away any mental filth in others.

"..."

Grace pursed her lips, her mood was complicated, and her originally decisive red eyes became a little hesitant.

Afro... Afro...

Avro is such a good boy with a clear heart.

The hand on her waist rubbed gently, "Your Highness Grace, why don't you speak?"

Grace lowered her head and could not raise her head again to give the girl an answer. She only left a cold sentence - "Because I am reading a book."

"Don't you want to read it to me?"

There was no rejection or response, but the air was stagnant for 30 seconds, and then a cold voice echoed in the huge palace, speaking softly.

"The world-destroying calamity witch Lucia corrupted three thousand acres of fertile farmland and plundered countless cattle and sheep, just to make up for the magic power she lacked. For a moment, the place where Lucia went was dark and dark, and there was no light all day long... "

"Lucia has a cruel and unpredictable temperament. If she is dissatisfied at all, she will raise her hand to destroy a city with a tornado..."

"In the end, in the Eternal Forest, the witch's lair, Grand Magister Dur, the president of the Royal Magic Association of Rhine, led more than 300 magicians and fought fiercely with the witch for three days and three nights, killing the witch Lucia and more than [-] of her followers. Wipe them all out."

……

There was no one around in the quiet study, but Victoria was no longer in the mood to deal with official duties.

She crossed her fingers and looked at the mist-covered glass, tapping her toes on the ground anxiously, waiting for the return of the maid Sarah...

I don’t know how long it took, but finally there was a knock on the door in the quiet study.

"Come in."

As the door creaked open, Victoria's boredom reached its peak.

"Your Highness Victoria, you want the diary of the Fifth Princess."

The maid Sarah came to him with steady steps, bowed respectfully, and handed the diary over with both hands.

"Go down."

"Yes."

The tightly closed brown diary is like a dusty Pandora's box, lying quietly on the table.

Grace had the habit of writing a diary a long time ago, and her maid Sarah reported it to herself.

Of course, in order to maintain respect for the privacy of the imperial sister, I have never opened it for sure...

Even if the diary has been carefully maintained, you can still see the traces of time left on it.

Grace has been using it for a long time...then will she also record the unethical emotions in her diary?

The bright moonlight, the hot breath, the gentle touch, the moist lips, and the strange bedfellows, the memories of last night came to my mind again.

Victoria leaned back on the back of her seat and stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling extremely hesitant for a moment.

Forget it... I didn't show any cowardice when negotiating with the Cardans alone, so what are you afraid of now?

She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and gently opened the diary.

The pages of the book were gently turned by the slender fingertips, but what they brought was a heavy mountain—pressing on Victoria's eyebrows.

In every minute and second that passed, there was never a moment of relaxation. Instead, it was like a sling holding the throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Victoria flipped through the page from beginning to end. The dark, dry ink ball that once soaked the paper was exactly her current chaotic mood.

She closed the diary irritably and let out a muffled sigh.

The imperial sister likes him much more than she imagined, and this emotion is beyond what he can accept.

That's why...she drank the poisoned wine so decisively.

Forget it, it's all in the past, and the imperial sister has forgotten this matter.

Victoria lowered her eyes and thought deeply for a long time. She took out a golden pen and a piece of paper from the desk, and wrote a paragraph at her desk:

"Nurki Argerich, Grace has been injured recently. As the fiancé-in-law of the royal sister Grace, although it is inconvenient for you to enter the palace, I hope you can keep in touch with her through letters.

If nothing else works, he sends his servant to give her a beautiful bouquet of tulips as a gift every day.

I wish you a happy and long-lasting marriage in the future - Victoria Laing. "

That should work, right?

Victoria looked at the letter in front of her, which was written in black and white, and her heart felt like a dirty river had been blocked.

Although it is what I want to express, it always feels like something is wrong.

She folded the letter paper and put it into a hardcover envelope, then gave it to the maid and asked her to deliver it to the Argerich family outside the palace.

Victoria walked all the way through the long and narrow corridor and arrived heavily at the door of Grace's bedroom.

Even though the door was closed, she could still vaguely hear someone talking in the room through a little overflowing volume.

Victoria thought it was the maids serving Grace, and pushed the door open without thinking.

"Lucia struggled and argued - 'The disaster itself is magic, not me!', but on the first day she became a witch, she had already accumulated too many sins and killed countless people..."

With a creak, the door opened, and the princess's sweet voice, like the rustling of light snow, stopped abruptly.

"Queen..."

"Your Highness Victoria..."

The imperial sister who secretly kissed him last night was now being held in her arms by Avro like a baby, her cheeks flushed.

And after seeing themselves, the two people's faces looked panicked as if they had been caught in an act of rape.

Do ordinary girls get along with each other in this way?

The extreme gap seemed like deception, and Victoria's mood suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

Dark clouds filled my forehead densely, and the torrential rain that swallowed up the heaven and earth seemed to be coming in the next moment.