Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro thought that she would question what she had done, or even punish herself like she had before.

But she just asked herself again whether she could give up her beliefs.

The answer is of course obvious.

"No."

Afro answered without hesitation, "I'm sorry..."

Ah... I rejected Her Highness Grace again. Her Highness Grace must be very sad.

Afro couldn't help but lower her head, feeling even more guilty towards Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"Really?" - the voice was still as cold as the snow.

Grace's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, showing neither disappointment nor anger.

Humans have souls.

Afro, who rejects himself at this moment, is the living and real existence.

"Then how are you going to compensate me?"

She turned to look at Afro and tentatively suggested,

"Well...how about coming with me to find Nora Francis?"

"No, no, no!"

Like a vigilant sheepdog that had spotted some subtle danger, Afro immediately sat up straight and refused.

"..."

Grace didn't say anything, and her expression couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry, but Afro vaguely felt that a dark haze was looming between the two of them.

The large princess bed also looked like a place of torture.

A long time, a long time.

Grace's eyes were like a silent knife that tortured Afro.

The breath is stuck in the chest, making it hard to breathe as if you are suffocating.

Afro persisted for a long time in a depressed mood as if she was sulking, but finally she gave in to the clear and scrutinizing red eyes.

She clenched the sheets tightly, and her bony hands loosened as if in compromise, "Okay..."

Grace smiled softly for the first time in a long time, and the coldness on her face melted away, making her as stunning as a new rose bud about to bloom.

"That's not enough. Considering what you did yesterday, I will continue to bully you... You are not allowed to complain, and you need to take off the collar from my neck."

Grace spoke softly as she tapped the black and red collar on her fair neck with her index finger.

Smile at me more—for some reason, Afro's vague and coquettish words suddenly popped up in his mind.

So, is Grace now fulfilling her words from yesterday?

The pain was so severe that she wanted to bury herself in the ground and turn herself into an ostrich. Afro suddenly covered her head tightly with the quilt.

Like a reptile hiding in a dark corner, I anxiously apologized in my heart.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lady Veils, I'm sorry!!

"With this attitude, do you want to continue enjoying the pleasure of controlling me? Don't you want to be responsible for your own actions?"

A cold and accusing voice came faintly into her ears, like a sharp needle piercing Afulo's pain point.

What is the pleasure of controlling her?

So, how much did I accomplish yesterday?

Afro covered her head and tried hard to recall it in the dark bed...

She only remembered some intertwined fragments, and even the terrible scene of kissing Her Highness Grace, which made her blush and heartbeat.

Not only in the bathtub, but also now by the bedside...

The images are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Afro took a deep breath and decided to face it all.

But you have to take responsibility for what you do, right?

She suddenly emerged from the misty and hot bed, and placed her strong and firm hands firmly on the girl's shoulders.

But the atmosphere of the eye contact was a little subtle, and Afro felt a little shy looking at those clear and translucent red eyes.

Her ears felt slightly hot, and she couldn't help but quietly lower her head and promised seriously,

"Of course I will take responsibility. From now on, I will unconditionally carry out Her Highness Grace's orders."

It felt like a marriage proposal...

Grace glanced at her, "Where's the collar?"

"what……"

Afro raised her head belatedly, her cheeks slightly red, and she refused with an inexplicable firmness,

"No collar."

"..."

Grace exhaled a long breath from her nose, gnashing her teeth slightly, and firmly brushed her thin white hand down her shoulder and ordered,

"Don't come tomorrow."

"Eh...? As for the collar... No, no, I don't know how to remove it."

The determination on Afro's face collapsed immediately. She blinked in panic and racked her brains to come up with some ridiculous reasons to try to convince Grace.

"And...and, Your Highness Grace, you often do dangerous things."

"Yes, I need this to hold you back."

After saying this, she nodded vigorously and pointed at the collar in the air to make her statement more convincing.

Grace tried to pretend to be annoyed, rubbed her temples, and asked:

"Do you know what you did last night?"

Afro immediately clenched her muscles, she became panicked, holding her breath and not daring to breathe.

He only dared to look at Grace secretly with a cautious and evasive look.

"You got drunk and bit my collarbone and said - the cake was delicious."

Grace touched her collarbone covered by the black veil with cold eyes.

There was a certain gloomy tone in his voice, and there was a slight blush on his fair face.

"..."

Afro stared at the beautiful pink color, feeling a little weird and a little absent-minded.

Are you shy?

No! Why am I thinking this! Why did I bite Her Highness Grace's collarbone?

Afro quickly glanced at the swan-like neck wrapped in black gauze...

My cheeks started to feel suspiciously hot again.

"Because of the collar, I couldn't move. And then..."

Grace suddenly stopped narrating, like the calm before a violent storm.

"..."

Afro's Adam's apple couldn't help but move up and down, wondering if she had done anything excessive.

"Then you started to take off your clothes on the bed and said you were a knight in armor. It took me a lot of effort to help you put your clothes on."

"Then what……"

Afro lowered her head in embarrassment and shyness, as if a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds was pressing down on her head.

A cold laugh was heard in the air, as if asking himself why he had the nerve to say the word "then".

Grace's ruthless voice was like a sentence of death for someone, her lips were slightly opened and she continued to narrate,

"You started to take off my clothes again, saying that your body was hot and mine was like ice, very cold, and you kept wanting to get close to me..."

"anything else……"

Afro's head was like a bent rice seedling. He couldn't lift his head at all, and his voice became weak.

Her hands tightly grasped her nightgown, and her green eyes were tightly closed as if she could not bear the humiliation.

"When you sleep, you hold my calves tightly and won't let go."

Afro, who was about to throw the jar into the ground, raised his head tremblingly, "...Have I done anything more extreme?"

Grace's bright red eyes were filled with a strange glow. She looked at Afro in silence for a long time, and finally answered meaningfully,

"That's all... that's all I did."

? ?

Is that all?

"Didn't I... forcefully kiss you?"

Afro looked at the person in front of her blankly, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, the blush on her face looking a little suspicious, and when her eyes made contact, she was like an unruly wild cat.

In my memory, I seem to have done more suspicious things.

But Grace seemed to have no reason at all to lie.

Grace glanced at Afro, tapped the bed with her small knees, and said in a chilling voice:

"If you had done something like this, would you still be here?"

Although Afro believed in her heart that even if she did these things, the soft-hearted Grace would not do anything to her.

But after hearing the answer from the person involved in person, the heavy stone weighing on the girl's heart finally disappeared, and all that was left was a little relief.

Great, as expected... the scene of Grace kissing me before was a dream, right?

She wasn't the type to sneak a kiss while drunk.

He had never had any physical relationship with the princess, nor had he betrayed his beliefs.

"That's right... I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace."

She apologized as if she had survived a disaster, but at the same time, a strange emotion inexplicably arose in her heart.

It's the same regret as not seeing the sunrise after staying up late.

"Apologizing is useless."

Grace coldly pulled a book from the bookshelf and leaned against the golden brown headboard, as if she wanted to end such a boring topic.

"If you still want to come tomorrow... huh? No, if you still want to be with me after that, you have to agree to my request."

"Nora?"

"Yes, you must do your best to work with me to find and convince her."

persuade?

Afro suddenly realized something. Was it Her Highness Grace who took the initiative to invite Nora to be a maid?

The girl frowned subconsciously, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis.

……

"Aqiu!"

At the same time, Miss Nora Francis, wrapped in her old aristocratic mink coat, sneezed for no reason.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and their ordinary breathing caused a mist of white smoke to rise in the cold morning air.

The winter in the empire is still cold.

She tucked in her coat and held tightly the low-level magic potion wrapped in a sack in her arms.

"Strange, who is scolding me?"