Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"..."

Grace sighed softly and stared at Avro with her faint red eyes for a long time.

That gaze lingered on the edge of hesitation, as if he was just about to reach the end.

Maybe……?Will Her Royal Highness become frank at this moment?

Avro was vaguely looking forward to it, and finally Grace's red lips opened slightly, "You go back first..."

Eh?

Avro's expression was as stunned as if he was petrified.

Her Highness Grace is extremely awkward, maybe we should give her a reason?

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace..."

Avro's eyes couldn't help but look at the collar restricted to her slender neck.

A bright blue light flashed, and body control was activated.

The red pupils suddenly shrank and became frightened, and Grace's originally reluctant body began to move.

Hold the hem of the lower skirt with both hands and pull it up little by little.

Grace, who could see what her body was doing, looked at Avro with red eyes as fiercely as if she wanted to eat a child.

The cold cheeks also turned as red as cherry blossoms due to the surge of energy and blood.

"Don't worry, it's just a massage with medicine."

Avro controlled the part where his hands reached his knees and stopped.

God gave Grace the face and skin that she loved so much, and he did not skimp on her love for other parts of her body.

The shape of the feet is small and exquisite, the skin is as white as jade, and the calves are slender and thin.

There is a deformed bulge on the ankle, which is caused by a fracture.

Under someone's murderous eyes, Avro poured a little of the smoking potion into his hand.

Kneading the hot potion with her slender fingers, Afro deliberately and maliciously let Grace have permission to speak.

She thought Grace would grit her teeth and look at her as cutely and blushing as she did last time.

But she just remained silent, with a slightly murderous and thoughtful look in her eyes.

Are you really thinking about how to kill yourself?

Avro quickly threw this boring thought out of his mind.

She said these words softly, "If it hurts, you can say it."

Then, Avro's hand touched her calf, which was as cold as a human being. The cold feeling was so cold that she thought she was touching snow.

Even if he controls Grace's body, he can feel her shaking.

Avro asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"

There was no answer, but it seemed a little painful from the expression on Grace's eyebrows that suddenly sank.

According to the method taught by my brother, I haven't started yet.

Avro originally wanted to give the stubborn Grace a lesson, but couldn't help but slow down her movements.

The delicate skin moves and rubs on the calf muscles, ankles and other places.

Because no one was talking, the ambiguous rustling between skin felt noisy.

Avro was concentrating on applying the magic potion all over the magic lines on his lower body, and his energy was seldom diverted to other things.

She accidentally looked up and saw that the face of the empress, who was so embarrassed and angry, was as red as blood, and even her delicate earlobes were stained with this bright red.

The atmosphere seemed to be different.

Avro suddenly felt the blood on her face surging. When she looked at Grace's ankle, she could no longer treat it calmly.

She raised her right calf slightly and asked, "Your Highness Grace, does it hurt like this?"

"..."

Grace wouldn't answer, so Afro could only look at Grace's expression.

Her Royal Highness was lying on her back on the bed, half of her face pressed against the head of the bed, her pupils were red, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

And he was holding her calf up... It was a bit bad no matter how he thought about it?

But what comes next is the most painful thing. He has to apply special magic to the ankle with the potion, and then connect the broken bones.

Avro took a deep breath and tried to make his movements fast and accurate to reduce Grace's pain.

There was a "click" - and then, "um... ha... ha...".

There was an uncomfortable sound of breathing in the palace, and Her Royal Highness finally gasped in great pain.

The girl immediately fell sideways into the soft quilt next to the bed. Her half-exposed eyebrows were wrinkled like ravaged paper balls, and her eyes could no longer even stare at herself fiercely.

Cold sweat broke out on his cheeks, and his whole body turned pale.

Ah... Oops, I tried too hard.

Avro let go of Grace's body control, pulled the girl's sleeves somewhat distressedly, and said softly while trying to calm her down:

"Your Highness Grace, you can scream if it hurts."

"There is no shame in pain. You don't have to endure it alone. As a friend, I will always be by your side."

"Ha ha……"

Grace lay on the quilt and relaxed like a dead fish for a long time, and then got up after a while.

Avro pulled her up and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Grace didn't answer. She sat up straight, her back straight, even though her cheeks were still blushing and sweaty, there was an indescribable solemnity in her red eyes.

"Aphro, if one day... no, don't you feel that you are betraying your faith and your beloved goddess now?"

"Ok?"

Does it matter?Avro was puzzled.

Grace frowned and looked intently into Avro's eyes.

"In other words, have you developed special feelings for me? And are you willing to give up your beliefs for this?"

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88.Do you like me?

Faith has become a habit.

Stepping out of your comfort zone is hard for anyone.

Apparently the same goes for Avro.

Grace patted her chest and panted slightly to calm her breathing, waiting for Avro's answer.

"Special feelings...?"

The expression on the nun's face suddenly froze, her pupils blurred, and her hand that was patting Grace's back stopped in place.

She sat on the bed in a duck-sitting position, as if a child was being asked for the first time which of her parents she preferred, as if she was at a loss.

What goes through her mind?Wilderness?Starry sky?Or a chase in the cornfield?

Grace doesn't know.

But the area on the foot where the potion had been applied was continuously heating up, and the area where Avro's hands had rubbed still seemed to have a feeling of hair standing on end, like an electric current flowing around.

Grace felt a different kind of fear, as if something was about to burst.

Grace was angry because Avro was completely out of her control.

Afro wants to seize the initiative in the relationship.

Everything that is out of self-control must be cut off quickly for Grace.

Avro's performance is undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Now Avro must learn a lesson.

The conflict between the thoughts in her mind and the subconscious defense mechanism in her heart has resulted in Grace's extremely contradictory behavior now.

Seeing that Afro was still hesitating, Grace clenched her fists slightly and pointed it out directly in a cold tone without emotion:

"To put it simply, do you like me? Like a lover."

"Hi, hi, hi, like...?"

The voice became harsh, the jasper-like lake-like pupils suddenly shrank like pebbles falling into the pond, and the long eyelashes blinked rapidly like escaping butterfly wings.

The emotions spread layer by layer, and Avro was in a panic, not knowing what he was feeling in his heart.

She has never liked anyone else, she doesn't have a natural lover, and she doesn't know what it feels like to like someone.

Although it has been said recently that it looks like I have a lover...

But as a nun, I will never abandon my faith and fall in love with others.

This is the heartfelt mantra uttered while bathing in the grace of the goddess in front of the statue of the goddess.

It took Avro a long time to regain her composure. She didn't know why she began to dodge Her Royal Highness's gaze, which was as hot as judgment.

So, she had no choice but to shrink back slightly, looked at the velvet quilt embroidered with gold thread, and whispered:

"Your Highness Grace, I don't think our relationship is like that."

"I hope we can keep..."

What is the relationship?

Avro lowered his head, and the index fingers of his hands were constantly intertwined like a tangled spiral.

She was at a loss for words for a moment.

If I had to describe it, it would be similar to a relationship between good friends.

We can be honest with each other, we can work together and rely on each other, and we can share each other's favorite and interesting things every moment.

You can see more of the lovely side of Her Royal Highness as before.

Of course, it feels good to hold Grace in bed and talk at night together.

It should be said that as long as we stay together, we will feel very happy...

"You just don't like me, right?"

Avro's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold and distant voice.

She raised her head and looked at Her Royal Highness.

Both her eyes and the expression on her face were still full of freezing coldness, but she felt a different kind of momentum.

It seemed like he would be completely hated the next second.

Avro felt some kind of panic for the first time.

"It's not that I don't like it! It's just that I don't like it like a lover..."

Like a dog who had a premonition that she would be abandoned, she lowered her eyebrows anxiously and gesticulated.

"I like you as my best friend! It's impossible to have any forbidden emotions and betray the goddess..."

However, this explanation did not ease the atmosphere between the two, but instead developed in an extreme direction.

"I see."

Grace seemed to have made up her mind. She sat upright, folded her hands in a gesture of isolation, and glanced at herself as cold as frost.

"Do you have anything else to say today?"

"what?"

Avro's ears twitched alertly. She was naturally sensitive and noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere at this moment.

"If you have nothing to say, you can leave."