Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Your Highness Grace, there is no need to treat me as a fool. When you threatened me... you didn't act like someone who had lost his memory."

"I did lose my memory, but if you don't believe me, forget it. Tell me about your father first."

Afro gradually became immune to Grace's wild imagination. She rubbed the smooth teacup back and forth with her fingertips, lowered her head and thought carefully about answering Grace's questions.

"Father became a member of the Ministry of Finance eight years ago, um... and then he worked diligently, and then..."

She racked her brains but couldn't come up with any useful information. She could only sigh and said in self-abandonment:

“I don’t really understand political things.”

It was not much different from what Grace had imagined. Afro's personality did not seem like he was suitable for a career in politics.

The Ministry of Finance is the position second only to the Prime Minister. If one can become a minister, it is not without reasons to frame and win over others.

So, Grace changed the question, "Do many people give gifts at the banquets you hold at home? How often do they do so..."

"In recent years, there have been many... Especially in the past three months, I seem to have frequently received gifts from other nobles."

In the past three months? Is there a chance of promotion? Or is there something that needs to be flattered? Or did you take advantage of someone else's cake?

Grace's eyes lit up, and she suddenly caught the key point of the news, "What has your father done in the past three months? Is his immediate boss leaving? Or has he succeeded in joining the team?"

Afro shook his head and answered blankly: "I don't know, my father's position has not changed in the past few months."

It seemed that her teammates were completely useless. Grace spread her hands, looked at Afro and sighed slightly.

What a pure white lotus that is ignorant of the world.

Grace wanted to ask specifically about the current situation of the fight for the throne in the palace, but was interrupted by a deep male voice.

"Dear guests, your order has arrived."

Grace looked in the direction of the voice and saw a waiter in a tuxedo. He was pushing a cart with food. He folded his right hand on his left chest and bowed respectfully.

After getting permission through eye contact, he opened the lid of the plate and served a plate of shiny steak, followed by caviar and confit salmon, and finally dessert - strawberry cake coated with a thick layer of icing.

Of course, these are all for Afro to eat.

Grace's food consisted of simple, sour, dry bread, and she even kindly asked the front desk not to put any sugar in it.

"Dear guests, all the food you ordered has been served. I wish you a pleasant meal."

As the waiter left, the table became filled with food.

Afro raised her head slightly and saw Grace's pitiful amount of food at a glance.

A piece of dry bread placed on a round porcelain plate is exclusive to the poor who are struggling to make ends meet.

Even in the most luxurious restaurant in the imperial capital, Godia's Dream, it is difficult to make it taste rich.

Afro looked carefully and saw that there was not even a bit of velvet sauce or chocolate sauce on the bread for decoration.

Grace had ordered the meal, and it was clear she knew what precious and delicious ingredients were.

But Afro didn't understand why she treated herself in such an extreme way?

Almost everything about Grace is a mystery.

Afro looked down at the greasy foie gras, then looked at the dry bread. The comparison made the kind nun feel uncomfortable.

Grace raised her knife and fork gracefully, and then cut the dry and hard bread piece by piece, as if she was eating not bread but expensive steak.

Then, a feeling of curiosity and confusion once again surged into her heart and turned into a concrete question. She asked softly:

"Your Highness Grace, why did you only order dry bread for yourself?"

During Grace's eight-year career of revenge, abstinence and continuous upward climbing have become almost everything to her.

She never eats any food that can bring a sense of happiness and satisfaction, because it will wear down one's will.

It is this belief that makes the temperament emanating from Grace's soul as cold and desolate as snow.

"Because food that is too sweet will make people lose the will to move forward. Only those who are not afraid of losing everything can stand to the end."

Grace narrated simply without even raising her head, but Afro felt that Her Royal Highness had an unusual side.

In Afro's opinion, Grace, as the fifth princess, actually possesses wealth and glory that ordinary people can hardly enjoy.

As a favored child who grew up in a honeypot, she can be extravagant or indulge in luxury.

But it can't be like this now... It seems that some kind of compassion is budding, but it only appears a little bit and then disappears like the wind.

Her Royal Highness Princess Grace is an absolute liar!

How could I be so naive to believe her?

"I didn't expect Her Highness Grace to be such a self-controlled person."

Afro supported her head with her left hand, and her eyes were always focused on Grace.

It seems that Her Royal Highness has some kind of magic that makes people attracted to her.

She looked at the girl who was chewing like a hamster with curiosity, and couldn't help but ask sincerely:

"Is there any unattainable goal for Her Highness Grace now?"

The system seemed to be monitoring the conversation between the two at all times, before Afro finished speaking.

A mechanical electronic sound suddenly rang in my mind.

[Simply insulting and scolding her won't make Afro surrender. She still harbors complex hostility towards you.]

[System prompt: The task of establishing the master's majesty has not been completed. Please control Afuluo's eating and let her understand the true meaning of the master. ]

[Recommended options: 1. Forced feeding 2. Rice bowl training 3. Feeding instruction 4. Human feast]

[Tip: After completing the task, you will be rewarded with Intermediate Holy Flame Technique. ]

Endless gaming options?

Grace frowned somewhat rebelliously.

Maybe the system was not satisfied with just a tug on the collar.

Now according to the system options, she must choose one to execute.

So... the question is, which option should I choose now?

14. You were born to be a tableware!

Grace was hesitating when the system made a ding sound, like a devil from the abyss that leads people to fall, and issued a new prompt.

[System prompts, Afro's current favorability is 25, sanity is 65, and mental submission is 10%. If you establish the master's majesty with negative favorability, the task reward will become Advanced Holy Flame Technique.]

Grace was a little surprised that Afro actually had a good impression of her.

But emotions are more complicated than any mathematical problem and cannot be simply measured with numbers.

Grace only believed what she saw of Afro's attitude.

The system seems to be obsessed with leading itself into evil.

If one's behavior is not recognized by the system, it will issue more severe tasks next time.

Choosing any one of these recommended options will not create a good impression in someone's mind, and may even destroy the personality that was previously constructed.

It seems that the villain character cannot be separated from me? Then I might as well stick to the same path.

Although Grace advocates truth, goodness and beauty, she is not a selfless saint.

When there is a fork in life, many people will be confused and hesitant, but the stubborn Grace will only make a choice without hesitation and never regret going all the way.

Because for Grace, even if she traveled through time, this world was just a simple holographic game.

She was not the poisoned Fifth Princess at all, nor did she have any sense of belonging.

So Grace quickly made her choice - the most difficult option 4.

Human body feast, as the name suggests, is a way of serving food using the human body as a plate.

Most of the time, this way of dining is carried out in a naked manner, which is considered a marginal form of service. Once chosen, there is no room for maneuver.

Grace imagined it.

Well... since we are all women, there is actually nothing we can do.

So she put down her knife and fork, folded her hands on the table, and looked intently over the flickering candlelight on the table and directly into Afro's eyes.

She deconstructed the man from head to toe as if examining him, while answering Afro's questions:

"It's not that I can't achieve my goal, I'm just used to it. But I'm thinking about something very special right now."

"Is there anything special that deserves your Highness Grace to think so much?"

Afro leaned forward and answered naturally, an instinct for listening that came from countless times in the confessional listening to believers' sins.

However, Grace smiled softly at this moment.

This time, there was no smile in her eyes, but a sense of arrogance and pride that came from an absolute right to conquer.

She was completely different from who she was a second ago, and more like the unruly princess who asked him to put a collar on her when they first met.

Afro had a vague bad premonition in his heart.

Grace raised her fork and poked it gently downwards. The fork stood like a straight monument in the remaining half of the burnt bread.

People have many faces. For Grace, she has long understood what kind of mask she should wear in front of different people.

Since it is a villain, of course it has to be more vicious.

Grace half propped up her head and said arrogantly like an old noble with a weird temper,

"Since Godia's Dream is the most prestigious restaurant in the imperial capital, the bread here is still unpalatable. I wonder if it's a problem with the tableware?"

Afro was a young lady who had been living a life of luxury since she was young. From a very young age, she learned from the nuns in the church how precious food was.

Afro asked in confusion, "Will tableware affect the taste of the food?"

She frowned again, and a certain intuition became stronger and stronger.

People in the Vatican often say that the purer a person's heart is, the more he or she can feel the existence of mystery.

This mystery can be the future, the call of God, or something impossible.

She always felt that Princess Grace was very strange now. Afro even felt that Princess Grace would do something unfavorable to her next.

“Cooking requires both appearance, aroma and taste. If any one of these is not good enough, the flavor of the food will be greatly reduced.”

Grace said this, resting her elbows on the table and resting her pretty face on her crossed hands.

"Just like people tend to choose things with more fancy packaging for the same price, because that makes people feel that their money is more valuable, right?"

Those scarlet eyes finally took on an aggressive and dangerous tone.

Afro tightly grasped the handle of the table knife and secretly became alert. Her body was as straight as a pine tree, and her expression was frozen, keeping people at a distance.

"Your Highness Grace, I don't understand the meaning of what you said."

Her Royal Highness the Princess will definitely do something to her, Afro thought without hesitation.

She looked down at the collar around her neck. For some reason, a light blue magical halo appeared on the black and red cowhide leather collar.

Strange fluctuations, uncontrolled...but still lit up.

Will Grace use this to control herself?

The spacious box fell into silence for a moment, and the originally elegant and quiet piano music outside the hall was replaced by the lively and rhythmic flamenco dance music.

The romantic and lingering music came faintly through the bronze door with exquisite relief, but it made Afro feel depressed.

Grace stood up, placed her hands on the dining table, and leaned forward with a sense of oppression.

"I mean - how about you try being the tableware today?"

"Today's tableware? What do you mean?"

Afro didn't react for a moment. She looked up at the princess in front of her, and then followed her gaze downwards to the silver tableware that was gleaming with a cold light.

Finally realizing how humiliating this was, Afro's eyebrows stood up like sword blades, and he almost endured it through his back teeth as he asked:

"Your Highness, are you serious?"

Grace understood that once she truly took that step from here, there would be no turning back.

She never regrets a decision and only succeeds.