Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

How is it possible that Lucia has had experience in love?

Nora was extremely aggressive, not giving Lucia any face at all, and she complained coldly:

"Lucia, someone like you, who looks like a witch who has been single for hundreds of years, has no credibility when it comes to what you say."

"It feels like you're the kind of idiot who's been tricked into having no pants left."

"Hmm~?"

Lucia uttered a questioning sound, "I won't argue anything because this is the truth."

"But speaking of it, she should be reincarnated in heaven according to the time. According to the favor of the goddess, this time, she should still be a beautiful royal princess at the very least."

When the word "she" was mentioned, Lucia's high spirits seemed to drop for a moment.

It's like a tree that has been hollowed out by ants, leaving only a barely maintained shell.

Nora, who has been poisoned by the idea of ​​femininity, has no time to care that Lucia likes the princess instead of the prince.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise. "It's incredible that someone like you actually has experience in love... Do you like her very much?"

The loneliness was indeed temporary, and Lucia's voice became frivolous again.

"It's better to say that she likes me and has deep feelings for me. Nora, witches don't have feelings. We are born to bring sin."

Obviously, this is a lie.

Nora didn't expose her. After all, a shameless and unreliable witch like her would only shout loudly in her mind: "Don't try to guess the mind of the witch of disaster."

"Lucia, you seem more normal when you're abnormal."

"Thanks for the compliment."

……

The civilian streets in the inner city and the imperial capital Klein are no different, and are more like a space that is independently replicated using a space array.

As it is a black market, there are also many people in the early morning, and various magicians in black robes are wandering on the cobblestone streets.

Various stalls were displayed along the streets, and magical props emitting dazzling lights of various colors appeared one after another.

Rather than some upper-class aristocratic place, this place is more like some kind of country fair where anyone can sell their items as they please.

Casual, free and lively.

Nora didn't plan to sell her potion, but followed Lucia's advice and decided to take a quick look at the market.

After all, Lucia is the Witch of Disaster, so maybe she can find some treasures.

Nora's eyes swept across a beautiful red umbrella that could launch magic bullets, and Lucia in her mind suddenly exclaimed,

"Wait a minute, Nora, stop!"

"What's wrong?" - Did you find anything?

"To the left!"

Nora maintained her unchanged expression and followed Lucia's orders strictly.

Lucia cursed wildly, "Left! I told you to turn left! Nora, can't you tell left from right?!"

Nora's good manners made her turn to the right.

"Lucia...If you make a wrong judgment, it's very rude to put the blame on others."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, anyway, it's all right. See if it's there. Yes, yes, that's it."

On a stall filled with all kinds of magic props, in an inconspicuous corner there was an old brown-yellow disc that looked like a compass.

The silver pointer that pointed the direction was broken in half, and the iron shell was oxidized and had large patches of yellow.

There was no sign of any magical fluctuations from her simple appearance.

Rather than a magic item, it is more like an old item of little value.

"The Tears of Arturus. Legend has it that the goddess of beauty Arturus, who was born in the extremely cold land, dripped her tears on the magic crystal after leaving her homeland. This is a sacred relic that the legendary magic weapon master Archipard spent eight years to create."

Lucia introduced it slowly in a frivolous voice, just like a tour guide's explanation during a tour.

Is it such a powerful thing?

“Isn’t that something from legend???”

Nora didn't believe that she could encounter such a treasure in a place like this. After all, she had always had bad luck since she was a child. "How could I encounter such a thing in a place like this?"

"Then didn't you also meet the legendary me?"

Lucia said this with high spirits and shamelessness, and then poured a bucket of cold water on Nora.

"What are you thinking? It's a beat-up teleporter."

"Buy it and look through my private money. It contains the Tears of Arturus, which can speed up your magical perception and improve efficiency. This should be the way you want to improve your strength, right?"

In fact, although Lucia is unreliable, she is a nice person.

Nora was slightly touched, pursed her lips in confusion, and then said "thank you" to Lucia from the bottom of her heart.

"You're welcome. I'd rather you and Grace get married as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Nora was silent for a long time and muted the vulgar Lucia.

……

Why look for Nora Francis?

Why would Grace be so proactive in looking for someone?

Is there anything special about her?

This is a question that makes Afro feel uneasy.

She wanted to ask Grace why, but she didn't dare to ask.

Therefore, he could only stare at the slender figure with deep and confused eyes, like a dog circling around its owner.

He hoped that by staring at Grace for a long time, she would understand his thoughts and explain them to him.

Afro knew that even if she asked these questions in person, Grace would not answer them.

Your Highness, the princess has never opened her heart to accept me.

Looking at the hazy white mist rising slightly on the bay window glass, and looking out through the misty window, the scenery of the world looks like it is covered with a layer of frost-like milk cap.

Aphrodite leaned against the bed dejectedly, like a golden tulip that was about to wither because no one cared for or watered it.

She sighed, "Ah..."

The big, gorgeous rose was deliberately placed in the vase, the invitation was deliberate, the behavior was deliberate, and the understanding was deliberate, but Grace's emotions could not be read.

It's really uncomfortable.

"Why are you sighing? Go wash up and go home early."

Grace pulled the small rope beside the bed, turned her head quietly, and looked at him at a distance of less than sixty centimeters.

If Afro wanted to, she could just move her legs slightly to touch Grace's slender calves under her cool nightgown.

The distance between us has obviously become closer, and Grace has obviously accepted me as a friend...

"understood."

Afro replied in a low voice, and she reluctantly pushed herself up from the soft mattress.

She felt a sense of anxiety as if ants were gnawing at her, and coupled with the slight headache from the hangover, she felt uncomfortable all over.

She looked at Grace pitifully and nostalgically, and it was unknown what emotion she was feeling.

It is always difficult to get a definite answer to the emotions of adolescent girls, just like running on a circular track and ending up back at the same place after walking for a long time.

"Grace..."

She called softly to the girl who was reading a book with her head down, and she was still as cold as the snow.

The spring of the empire is coming soon, right? When will Grace's aloofness melt away?

Her slender eyebrows slightly frowned, and her clear red eyes raised her head patiently. Grace was about to listen carefully to what she was going to say next.

"If...you need me, I can be your sword."

Aphrodite lowered her head and whispered in a tiny voice, but her voice was too insignificant compared to the huge palace.

It seemed that the sound of flipping papers could cover it up.

"Like you said... you have no one you can trust in the palace. I will become someone you can completely trust, just like at the beginning."

Sincere words can hardly be rejected by anyone.

Grace had no way of rejecting this sincerity. She pinched the edge of the book, and the wall of her heart might have thought of loosening in her hesitation.

But in the end she suppressed the thought.

"You will not be my sword, there will never be such a time."

It won't be my knife...what does that mean?

Afro frowned and chewed and savored Grace's words carefully, as seriously and devoutly as if he were treating a theology book.

Won't you take advantage of yourself?

The thinking time was not too long, as it was interrupted by a crisp squeak.

The maid, Miss Sarah, pushed the door open and walked to the bedside with gentle steps. She bowed slightly to Grace.

"Good morning, Your Highness Grace. Do you want me to prepare a bath for you?"

"Yes."

Grace nodded, her eyes glanced at Afro, she thought for a moment and finally spoke,

"Take Miss Afro to wash up, and remember to cook some hangover soup."

Hangover soup? Is this for yourself...?

Afro was keenly aware of the key words in the words.

It seems that Grace always says one thing and means another, but when will she really open up to herself?

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid Sarah nodded and replied.

What happened last night would be hard for an ordinary person to accept.

But Grace had quickly calmed down after a night of clarity and calmness.

Although there were some mistakes in the hangover operation at night, which resulted in Afro's □□□ not being reduced at all, the system did not give any punishment. Judging from the final result, it was not bad.

There is no need to have any physical contact with Afro that goes beyond friendship.

Moreover, Afulo was not in a state of being ready to explode at any time today.

Everything is going in a good direction.

But Sarah's simple words made things a little more subtle.

"Your Highness, your jade earrings were not found during the routine inventory recently."

As a personal maid, Sarah was never satisfied with what she did.

To be honest, she exaggerated her power and was good at making decisions, and sometimes it even seemed that she was the one who dominated the five princesses.

This made Grace a little unhappy. She lowered her eyebrows coldly and did not respond to Sarah.

"This is a relic left to you by your mother, so I want to ask you if you have been to any place recently that caused you to lose it..."

A relic? This is the first time I know about it.

Grace couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, since you have accepted the identity of the fifth princess, you should also accept her likes and dislikes.

This is what she should do when she occupies her identity.

One of the crystal clear emerald earrings was given to Aphrodite, and the other was stolen by Nora...

Grace couldn't help but drop her eyes to Afro's fair neck.

In the center of the cup surrounded by the pure white neck, delicate and translucent diamond-shaped earrings were hung from a slender chain.