Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace lowered her eyes, then suddenly raised her head and asked,

"Sister, have you found those who tried to assassinate me?"

Victoria exhaled seriously and angrily through her nose, and her gloomy red eyes revealed a bloodthirsty and crazy murderous intent.

"The results are out today. Father said it was done by the Prudens in the south."

Prudence Grace had read in the World Geography that to the south of the Rhine there was a vast Sark Sea between the two countries.

Pruden has a humid and warm climate, its borders are densely covered with jungles and swamps, its resources are abundant, and its national strength is completely inferior to that of Rhine.

Grace was thinking at the time that this place was suitable soil for colonization no matter how you looked at it.

"Father said he would wipe out Pruden to avenge the assassination of the royal princess."

When these words came out, Grace instantly understood what Kevin meant.

In the Game of Thrones, the truth doesn't matter, and the result is that Kevin wants to use this to get something from the Prudens.

In other words, he wanted to use this as an excuse to send troops.

Looking at Victoria, whose eyes were red and filled with anger, Grace felt a little uneasy.

How could such a cruel person like her have such emotions?

Or is she just pretending to be so?

Grace didn't care about such emotions at all. She pulled the lace ruffles of Victoria's wide sleeves and asked, "Sister, is the palace really safe?"

"No. But I will protect you."

Victoria's tone was as safe as that of a loving mother.

"is it?"

Grace asked in a clear voice, and then she pointed directly at the target of today's conversation and took the initiative to ask,

"Sister, I have read all the books Caroline gave me... I wonder if I can help you by any chance. Is there anything I can do..."

Victoria knew that this was the chance to test him, so she asked hesitantly,

"Do you really want to go down this path? Once you get stuck in it, there's no way to get out."

"Yes, I want to be someone that the royal sister cannot live without and someone who will never be abandoned."

The imperial sister, like before, spoke words that were solemn but pitiful.

But Victoria was in a particularly strange mood, and she could feel the subtle changes in emotions.

Even if amnesia really brings about a huge change in a person, even if one has reluctantly accepted this fact.

But there was always a voice in my subconscious telling me that Grace was not Grace.

That's why I followed Caroline's advice again and again to test whether Grace was completely trustworthy, right?

"In the Suko District, the Ministry of the Interior has recently been conducting a strict investigation into the casino problem. If you have any ideas, I can ask Caroline to take you to have a look."

Victoria softly and tenderly released the colorful bait wrapped in family affection,

"Of course, if you hate these things, it's okay to let her handle it."

The consequences of biting the hook are always bloody.

"I have no problem at all, sister."

Victoria looked at Grace. The girl's eyes were firm, as if no one in the world could stop her will.

Grace now has a decisive goal, the courage to question and confront Karta.

Completely different from the cautious and soft-as-a-rabbit person she was before.

What exactly changed her?

"really?"

Victoria couldn't help but sigh with mixed emotions, "Grace really seems like a completely different person."

Grace sat up straight, her clear eyes seemed to want to see through something, staring straight at Victoria.

"So, sister, who am I in your eyes?"

The words fell into Victoria's ears, and when the girl's voice disappeared, Victoria seemed to hear the howling of cold wind and snow in late winter outside the window.

Panic puts people in a sea covered with dark clouds and raging waves, and the mood is like a ship capsized under the waves.

In silence, Grace asked again: "If I were not Grace, how would the emperor treat me?"

101. Blindfold, tie up, catch Nora!

The boat was completely overturned by the surging waves, and Victoria seemed to hear the sound of wood crackling.

She said nothing, and her calm silence was like a raging wave that could swallow everything.

The rhinestone nail polish refracted the sunlight, casting a dazzling halo into Grace's eyes. Grace saw the pair of smooth white hands slowly approaching her head.

Victoria was like a witch in the dark night, impossible to understand. She smiled and said gently:

"My dear sister...why would you ask such a question?"

Her black bangs were gently brushed by the movement, but Grace felt that the moody Victoria would strangle her throat in the next second.

Taking an unconventional approach has always been Grace's underlying creed.

She doesn't like to use roundabout ways or calculate gains and losses to achieve her ultimate goal.

She believes in quick, accurate and ruthless inflicting clean and short-term pain.

Instead of letting Victoria secretly doubt and suspect, it is better to just raise the issue first.

Grace let the domineering hands caress her forehead. She tried to make her tone closer to that of the original Fifth Princess.

"Because didn't my sister say that I was like a different person? I forgot a lot of memories and did strange things that my previous self would never do."

"Some things and emotions are no longer the same as before. With this change, can you accept it, sister?"

The emotions in Victoria's eyes were floating and twisted, as subtle as if she was performing "Hamlet".

"Life is always changing, Grace, you don't have to think too much."

After she finished speaking, she pulled out the gorgeous rose that was stuck in her crown bun and casually threw it on the bedside table.

Abandoned and losing all vitality, the rose bud lies dejectedly, like the corpse of a beautiful woman.

Grace lowered her eyes meekly, looked at Rose without any emotion, and said:

"Got it, sister."

As if looking for a reason to remedy her own arbitrariness and tyranny, Victoria brought up a new topic to divert attention.

"Grace, there will be a large Duke's banquet next week. Do you want to go? You can meet many new friends there. Your foot will be almost recovered by then."

"Go, of course."

Grace's eyes lit up and she agreed without hesitation.

She looked out the window excitedly. The spring of the empire was about to arrive and the canary was about to come out of the cage.

I have been recuperating in Victoria's "imprisonment" for nearly a week.

At such a large banquet, countless secrets and transactions would grow wildly and intertwined like the complex roots of trees tangled underground.

This is Grace's chance.

……

Afro has been having a hard time lately.

She was always absent-minded, both at home and at church.

A certain figure is like a moon in the water or a flower in the mirror, which makes people haunted.

It was a strange emotion that Afro had never experienced before.

When eating, I would think about that special princess, whether she ate her lunch well today, and why she hates sweets.

When I go to sleep, I would think of the cute princess who was afraid of contact, shivering slightly under my hands in the warm bed.

I thought of the soothing nocturne that the girl played for me in the night sky, the rational and crazy look of the girl in the court, and the way she fell from the sky like a meteor...

When the cold winter wind blows across your face, when the bathtub is filled with mist...

At every moment, Grace seemed to be an indispensable part of life, making missing her a habit.

"Holy goddess, please tell the lost lambs and show the way forward. Now...what should I do?"

The confused Afro stood in a trance under the statue of the goddess in St. Varisi Church, muttering to himself.

The colorful glass on the goddess statue reflects the winter sunshine, and wonderful light dust floats around her little by little, creating a warm and sacred atmosphere.

Aphrodite was still very confused. She gently placed her tender white hands on the gray-white resonance stone on the base of the goddess statue, hoping that the questions in her heart could be answered.

The resonance is very dim.

no respond.

The goddess has too many believers, and she is just an inconspicuous one among thousands of believers.

How could one possibly get definite approval on such a matter?

Afro slowly closed his eyes and sighed in self-mockery.

At the moment when she closed her eyes, she was still thinking about Grace's smile after it melted away from the cold, and how pretty and beautiful her jade-white back was.

From the slender neck to the plump earlobes, the skin of the body quickly turned red.

Afro opened her eyes in surprise.

How can I think about these things under the statue of the goddess!

She slapped her slightly red cheeks twice, trying to make herself more sober.

Now I have completely degenerated into a shameless and disloyal heretic.

It is completely contrary to the original beliefs!

You can't fall any further.

At the very least, keep a proper distance from Grace.

Afro rubbed and twisted her legs impatiently, and made a hesitant decision with a frown on her brow.

But for the eighteen-year-old Afro, there are too many things in this world that she cannot understand.

She didn't understand why she was so obsessed with Grace, nor did she know where this sudden, heart-pounding emotion came from.

She also didn't know that when unstoppable desire attacked, there was no need to shout about shame, and she couldn't care about dignity and ideals.

Frost and snow will burn automatically, and reason will become a slave to lust.

……

Time passes by unknowingly.

Grace's ankle recovered well under Afro's care.

In just one week, Grace was able to get out of bed and walk around freely for a while.

However, what puzzled Grace was that Afro's attitude became strange after he got drunk.

She was deliberately distancing herself.

Afro's expression was still holy and pure when she came, but she would blush secretly every time she saw herself.

But his eyes became suppressed, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Grace is in a state of absolute emotional closure.

She seldom takes the initiative, and most of the time she is like a noble young lady, waiting for the right person to knock on the door.

So, Grace maintained her indifferent attitude as before.

The two of them seemed to be in harmony with each other but were actually distant from each other. There was no closer physical contact, nor deep spiritual fusion, and the relationship became subtle.

Of course, Grace wasn't in a hurry.

With a cheating system, she could clearly see the status behind the [Afro] message box, with the words [Anxious] [Missing] [Send ○] clearly written on it.