Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"But goddess, she... No, this... is it true?"

"Really. She told me that you should eat more and rest well now, and she will take you to paradise when the time is right."

Grace pressed her clothes forcefully on the old man, but the old man still resisted, and then she turned to look at Afro.

And Afro happened to be looking at her, and the two of them stared at each other silently in the cold winter when their breath turned into misty smoke.

Afro saw all of Grace's actions, and she didn't understand why the princess seemed like a different person all of a sudden.

Although I hate Her Royal Highness the Princess, what she is doing now is actually not disgusting.

The confusion in his heart turned into a frown between his brows, and Afro looked at Grace with complicated eyes.

Grace patted the car window childishly, cleared her throat, and solemnly introduced to the old man,

"This person is the future Saint of the Holy See. She can testify for me that everything I said is true. The Saint of the Holy See will not lie, right?"

"Your Majesty the Saint?"

The old woman opened her eyes wide, as if it was the first time she had seen such a person. She trembled and saluted with the sign of the cross on her chest, "So you are Her Majesty the Saint? Forgive my rudeness, I just..."

"You don't need to bow to me. We are all just believers of the goddess."

Afro lowered her eyes, but saw a faint smile suddenly blooming on the delicate face of Her Royal Highness the Princess, like melting winter snow.

In fact... Her Royal Highness the Princess is kind-hearted.

After a fierce psychological struggle, she finally spoke slowly and added to Grace's lies.

"Then, then what she said is true. You don't have to give everything you have to the goddess anymore."

"Really? Will the goddess really come to pick me up in the future?"

The old man spoke excitedly, his cloudy pupils seemed to be cleansed and clear in an instant, shining brightly.

"real."

Afro couldn't bear to expose him, so she nodded. Seeing the old man's faith being affirmed, she felt much better.

But Grace's behavior did not go beyond that.

On her delicate and round jade-like earlobe, she wore a warm and smooth teardrop-shaped gem earring, the clear color of which looked like a turquoise lake.

Grace took off the earring and waved it at the old man.

"Do you see this? I will give it to Her Majesty the Saint, and redeem all your sins in your name. From now on, even if you don't come to the church, as long as you still believe in the goddess in your heart, the goddess will still favor you."

The old woman's eyes were slightly moist, and she kept bowing to Grace.

"Thank you, thank you, dear lady, thank you, no one has ever been so kind to an old fellow like me, thank you..."

Grace supported the old man's body and said, "It's okay, it's okay. We are all believers of the goddess. You don't have to be like this..."

……

After chatting with the old man about his well-being, Grace finally boarded the warm carriage.

Afro was sitting on the far right side of the carriage. She was wearing a fluffy white coat, pursing her lips and frowning, looking alert and confused like a lost deer.

Grace used to have a golden retriever named Wangwang. In winter, she liked to dress Wangwang in a pure white cotton jacket.

Now Afro, with her blonde hair hanging down and wrapped in a white cotton jacket...well, looks a lot like a puppy.

Grace smiled softly and sat down by the car window.

The soft seat, the smooth driving range, and the lightly fragrant interior air made Grace squint her eyes comfortably, and like a lazy and quiet cat, she leaned her forehead against the misty window.

Oh, by the way, I haven’t given the things in my hand to Afro yet.

Grace opened her palm, and an emerald lay quietly on her fair skin.

She poked Aphrodite's side with her elbow and then displayed the precious gem in front of the girl.

"Afro, by the way, I just said I wanted to give this to you."

"That's right. I'll tie it on your collar for you. It will look like a beautiful necklace."

Even though Afro had a stern face, Grace still moved forward lawlessly, with her other palm resting on the cushion.

Afro could even feel the cushion beside her hips slowly collapsing.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is unscrupulously breaking this atmosphere where the two sides should never interact with each other again.

Afro instinctively wanted to retreat, her hands tightly grasping the corner of the nun's uniform, but Grace's hand was about to invade her neck.

Afro looked at the incredibly clean eyes and the white and smooth earlobe with half of the earring missing. His throat moved slightly and he asked softly,

"Why?" - Why treat the old man like this, why treat me like this?

But Grace did not understand the meaning. She just looked at Afro's eyes with burning eyes and praised:

"Because the color of the gemstone is as beautiful as your eyes, I want to give it to you as a gift."

Afro actually wanted to reject Grace's request.

but……

but……

But she didn't refuse.

13.Which special option should I choose? (4k)

The black cowhide collar has a simple and convenient D-shaped buckle, and there is a metal buckle in the center when you wear it.

As long as you string the earrings together with a silver chain, they are actually not much different from the decorative necklaces worn by the upper class.

Afro thought Grace would put it on her herself.

But she just pinched the gem earring between her index finger and thumb, compared it to her neck from a distance of 30 centimeters for a while, then nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Well, it is indeed very suitable."

A three-centimeter silver chain was hung with an exquisite lake green gem. Grace's hand was suspended in mid-air, fully displaying the clear and distinct diamond-shaped carved shape of the gem.

It's just that she leaned forward and seemed very close to him, but she always kept a considerable distance.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to move any closer, and looked at each other with complicated eyes in the air, and then Afro fled in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? This is a bribe from me on behalf of the old man. Be nice to her next time you see her, so that she won't donate money foolishly again."

Afro pondered for a long time, and finally hesitantly stretched out his hand and silently placed the green gem in his palm.

Even after being held in the princess's palm for so long, the gem still felt cold to the touch, just like her.

Afro had the most tender compassion for the old woman, so she softened her voice and said, "You don't have to tell me, I will do the same to her."

But Afro was afraid that Grace would misunderstand that she was being friendly to her. So, she deliberately leaned her soft body to the other side and added in a cold tone,

"Also, if it is not necessary, Your Highness, please stay away from me."

Afro pursed her lips after saying this, and decided to throw away the things Her Royal Highness had given her when she got back, and also the clothes she had worn...

Grace has become accustomed to the almost childish rebelliousness.

In fact, people who show their happiness on their faces are the easiest to control.

She retreated, but couldn't help but praise him as if he were a dog.

"Well...Afro is such a kind and good child."

This kind of praise should have been commonplace for Afro, who heard the voices of believers every day, but it was particularly strange when it came from Grace's mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Afro's brows were tightly knitted together, and she tilted her head to look out the window. The magnificent Rococo buildings passed by her eyes one by one, and the light snow fell all over the roof and flew past the window.

She secretly looked at the girl in the foggy glass, and muttered with disgust, "I don't need you to say that." - I don't need your praise.

The best way to deal with a tsundere is to obey him/her three times and then rebel once.

In this way, she will be confused for a long time, wondering why she doesn't obey me, and will begin to doubt whether there is something wrong with her.

"Well, I won't say it next time."

Grace was as docile as a tamed cat and hardly responded to her with any rebuttal.

Therefore——the result was that Sister Aphrodite gave him a surprised and confused look.

Grace took in all these looks.

She didn't need to give any response, but just quietly admired the snow scene outside the window.

As for the rest, let the nun guess it herself.

……

As for the place to have dinner, Grace followed Afro's advice and chose the most famous music restaurant in the capital, "Gotiya's Dream".

Godia's Dream is the most upscale dining spot in the imperial capital.

The restaurant's environment is extremely elegant, and is dominated by the delicate and luxurious Rococo style.

In the center of the restaurant is a raised and reinforced round table. A very charming lady in a backless evening dress is sitting in the center, her white fingers dancing on the black and white piano keys.

A burgundy velvet blanket embroidered with tulips unfolds layer by layer from the center like a scroll, filling the entire restaurant with melodious and elegant piano sounds, creating a luxurious and decadent atmosphere.

The guests were dressed in long skirts, suits and ties, and spoke softly and elegantly.

The waiters who came and went were dressed in black and white tuxedos, with elegant figures, moving back and forth in the restaurant like swimming fish.

In a small private room with the curtain drawn.

Afro sat opposite Grace. Behind her was a huge oil painting of the starry sky, and she was sitting in the painting.

The white porcelain cup on the table was filled with mist. The nun took a sip of black tea, her eyes full of worry.

"The banquet was held by His Majesty the King to welcome the Third Princess Victoria back to the court. My brother attended the banquet at six o'clock. He also told me in the afternoon that he had recently discovered a new medical use for the scarlet blue grass."

"Then he didn't come home all night. I thought he was drunk or went to the alchemy factory. Unexpectedly, at noon, news came from the palace saying that Your Highness had been poisoned and that my brother was the murderer."

Unfortunately, this was not the news Grace wanted.

"Speak the key."

Grace reminded, "Has your brother offended anyone recently? And does your father have any political interests with others recently?"

Anyone who could put the blame on Afro's brother and poison himself must be in a high position of power.

The key point is what his purpose is. Is he looking for a scapegoat, or is his target the Argerich family?

Afro frowned. She didn't even need to search her memory. She looked determined and said without thinking:

"It's impossible for my brother to offend other people. He is in the alchemy factory every day... At most, he will only interact with professors in the academy."

"How could the young ladies and masters in the academy poison you, Your Highness?"

Still no nutrition at all, Grace sighed helplessly.

Tapping the rim of the cup with her slender index finger, Grace looked into Afro's eyes and asked a series of questions in a more detailed and rapid-fire manner.

"What about your father? His position? Has he taken on any important matters recently? Or does he have any dealings with others in terms of interests?"

Afro was a little surprised. She frowned and asked, "Your Highness, don't you know this?"

At the beginning - I heard that it was Her Royal Highness the Princess who voluntarily chose Argerich.

Shouldn't Her Royal Highness know exactly what Argerich's conditions are?

Grace admitted frankly, "The poisoning has a side effect. I lost my memory."

Well, inheriting the initial save file of a game character you don't know is kind of like amnesia.

"By the way, don't call me Your Highness, call me Grace. It's easy to confuse me with the Third Princess."

It was as if a stone was thrown into her emerald eyes, and the trembling pupils spread out like ripples. Afro asked in disbelief,

"Have you lost your memory?"

"Yes, I don't even know the way to the palace now. But that's not important. I want to catch the guy who poisoned me now."

And then - kill him cleanly.

Grace spoke calmly, like a noble lady chatting about which perfume smelled better.

Her pupils expanded and then shrank. Afro was confused for only a moment, and then she reacted. She lowered her beautiful eyes and said very calmly: