Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Your Highness, your character is really bad, so you need a little punishment."

The holy voice seemed to be pronouncing judgment on the murderer on the cross, full of sternness and solemnity.

"?"

Another special aspect?Like before, shed your meek shell and reveal your true nature.

Grace couldn't help but look at Avro.

She stood in front of the desk and picked up a bottle of potion with frightening dark green bubbles from behind the roses and tulips.

No, but judging from the bottle that was covered with a layer of mist by the corrosive hot smoke, Grace even thought it was poisonous that would definitely lead to death if swallowed.

The corners of the girl's mouth were drooped, and the words "I'm unhappy" were written all over her face. Some strange colors danced in her green eyes.

At this moment, Grace finally understood why Afro locked the door when entering.

"So...that's why you locked the door?"

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

Avro nodded, gently shook the Erlenmeyer flask in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth to 30 degrees to perfunctory believers.

Because he was suppressing his restless emotions, such a holy smile didn't look very friendly.

"To take off your clothes for treatment, you need to lock the door, right? But because it is a special potion, it...will be very painful?"

"Originally, the pain would have been relieved by giving me a massage, but... Her Highness Grace's attitude today was so bad."

"So I will be very forceful... Please don't make strange noises and be patient. Otherwise, Your Highness Victoria will think that I am bullying you."

Rather than feeling scared, Grace blinked in surprise.

It turns out...Afluo's attributes include some dark side?

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87. Having special feelings

Nurki belongs to the Imperial Alchemy. Unlike the imperial doctors, the people at the Alchemy are mainly responsible for taking a broader step in magical medicine.

After ordinary magic medicine is absorbed by the human body, it will follow the magic lines of the body to gradually relieve the dead energy that hinders the body's recovery.

In recent years, the atmosphere of the entire Rhine Empire has been in a stage where hundreds of rivals are competing and everything is flourishing, so new things are constantly being born.

Unlike the traditional conservative potion refiners, the late legendary potion master Marcia, whom Nurki studied under, belongs to the new school of potion.

The new method is to ask the patient to take the pure concoction of magic juice, and at the same time combine it with external application and massage guidance from the assistant, and use the pure magic medicine to counteract the death energy.

The old-school process is somewhat similar to diversion and flood control, while the new-school approach will be a hundred thousand times more painful than the old-school approach.

But it will also get better faster.

Avro pinched the bottleneck of the potion and looked at Grace in a condescending manner beside the bed.

Like the tranquility when snowflakes fall, Grace quietly leans against the bed, folding her hands in front of her belly.

Her eyelashes were long and her red pupils stared straight into her eyes. Her delicate face was like a cold doll. She refused,

"No, I don't need to reduce the pain. If you put it there, I can drink it myself."

"This is not for drinking."

But now, just putting on a cold expression is no longer enough to dissuade Avro.

Aren't those red pupils as clear as glass filled with watery expectations?

Grace actually didn't object to what she was doing, she just habitually refused and stayed away from people.

but……

This is just a small punishment added to the treatment. Isn't it normal to have pain during treatment?

Of course, the ultimate goal is not to deliberately punish Her Royal Highness, but as a friend, you must open your heart, right?

For a person as withdrawn and difficult as Grace, who else could have a sincere chat with her except her perverted possessive sister?

Even though Miss Avro had already said harsh words, she still had a kind and soft nature, but she still stopped at the last moment.

You can't treat others like that.

"As long as Your Highness Grace, you tell me the reason, I can immediately put down the potion and leave..."

She softened her tone, bent down, and moved her delicate and clean cheek forward, trying to keep their eyes level as much as possible.

Generally speaking, the princess's personal maid must accompany the princess from a very young age.

For a royal princess, a personal maid must have complete credibility.

Something must have happened to suddenly need to change the maid, but Grace wouldn't say anything.

This made Avro feel helpless, as if all his care was wasted and he could do nothing but stamp his feet.

"Why does Her Majesty Grace need to find another one when she already has a personal maid?"

The saintly girl's question reached Grace's ears, her voice as soft and pious as praying to God.

The thick walls of my heart have not yet been opened.

Of course, Grace couldn't tell her how precarious her situation was now.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Grace's eyes moved to the window, as if avoiding someone's sight, and said without any ups and downs:

"I told you before, you just don't believe me."

Another attack failed.

The layers of events piled up on top of each other, and Avro scratched his head and head, feeling itchy and unbearable, as if there were ants crawling all over his body.

She simply popped open the cork of the unknown potion bottle, shook it, and frightening white smoke came out from the mouth of the bottle.

She asked again, "So, Her Highness Grace's choice is to accept punishment, right?"

"I have no choice."

Grace turned her face sideways and uttered four words in a stern tone.

The smooth and delicate profile is all painted in Avro's eyes, and the small earlobes as smooth as white jade are rarely exposed like buds emerging from the ground, which is very suitable for playing with.

Of course, it's still cold.

But with the expression of the flower of the high mountain, coupled with Grace's tone and movements, Avro felt a subtle desire to resist and welcome.

My mood improved a little.

Her Royal Highness, who refused to let herself go and pretended not to care, was very cute.

Like a wanton but weak and proud cat, if you try to reach out and pet her, you will get a painful scratch.

But once you get a little away from her, she will wag her tail and meow in front of you pretending to be nonchalant.

It will be even cuter when you scratch your belly later~

"But! This is both punishment and treatment, so Grace, you have no choice."

The color in Avro's eyes was embellished with some kind of pleasant sweetness, shining brightly.

She waved her hands deliberately in front of Grace, and her voice couldn't help but draw out a long tone, which was greasy and soft, as if she was coaxing a child.

"Just like a child who is afraid of pain, he cannot choose not to treat his illness just because the potion is painful, right?"

"Ah……"

Grace glanced gloomily at the claws waving in front of her, and finally remained silent, simply picking up the book she just read and continuing to read.

Silence in many cases is acquiescence.

Avro placed the opened potion bottle smoothly on the desk next to him, and then started to climb onto the bed.

The bed began to collapse, and Afro slowly approached Grace like a four-legged puppy.

Grace, who had been holding her book high and not looking at anyone, had her eyebrows beating.

She put the book in front of her belly and couldn't help but gritted her teeth and asked, "What are you doing? Did I ask you to come up?"

"I've said it many times."

Avro smiled brightly, never seeming to realize that her current behavior was rude.

——One hand was placed on Grace's shoulder, and the other hand was holding the edge of the quilt, as if to lift the entire quilt.

Especially to bring out this Grace who is nesting in her comfort zone.

"I hate people touching me. It's very rude, Miss Avro Argerich, and I don't want to play any more boring games with you."

Grace's sharp eyes stared straight at Miss Avro, who was less than thirty centimeters in front of her.

The girl's face was gloomy after being offended, and her voice was slightly lowered, like a cat that arched its body and meowed in a low voice to threaten.

"If you want to play house, you can play with the maid outside."

"Your ankle is completely broken and needs to be unblocked along the magic lines of both feet. If you want to return to walking faster, you must supplement it with massage."

Avro looked like a gentleman at this moment, her dog-like drooping almond eyes narrowed into a slit, she smiled and said,

"As long as Victoria is competent, I can leave immediately."

"..."

Grace closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a sword.

"But did I ask you to take off my clothes?"

Yes, Afro not only lifted off the quilt wrapping Grace's cold body, but also her thin white hands began to grasp the hem of her nightgown...

Keep lifting up...

The feeling went from warm to cold, plus the fabric brushed against the thin calves.

Even with the constant temperature magic circle turned on, the temperature in the room has not reached the level where you can go shirtless in summer.

The instinct of stress was like a paralyzing electric current, causing Grace's flabby muscles to tighten and contract in an instant.

For the first time, she took the initiative to grab the girl's wrist.

"Afro! Don't you think your current behavior is rude?"

Grace asked seriously, narrowing her eyes, like a ferocious beast crawling on its four paws and entering a defensive posture.

Avro slowed down his movements, glanced outside the door, and said innocently:

"Then I call the maid outside?"

"..."

Grace let go of her hand and fell silent again.

If Afro wasn't a nun, she wouldn't have any unwanted thoughts about others easily.

"No! You didn't understand - I don't need...don't need..."

Grace wanted to say something, but she didn't know what reason to use to deal with Afro.

She needs quick treatment for her ankle so that she can better navigate the political field, but she feels awkward and resists contact with Afro.

The forced feeling would remind her of that woman, imprisoned in the hospital bed with her disgusting hugs and touches.

"This is just medication, Your Highness Grace."

But it was completely different from that woman. Avro immediately took his hand back and explained gently.

Like a dog that obediently stands at attention after receiving an order from its owner, it sits on the bed like a duck.