Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

So a princess disappeared after a fire in a casino... or died?

Such a result might even be enough to shut down the Koda Casino completely.

Grace's eyes shone like stars. She dragged her heavy and aching body and endured the coldness that was devouring her sanity.

She stood up from the orange-yellow flames like crazy, picked up the goose down folding fan on the table, and directed the dancing flames to every corner of the bedroom.

The swaying body looked like a fluttering black butterfly flying into the fire.

After doing all this, the raging flames almost covered the entire bedroom, and no one could escape from it.

The girl was looking forward to the news of "Grace's" death.

"All right."

Grace threw the burning fan casually onto the bed with shaking hands and looked at Nora.

The dull maid lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake and was waiting to be reprimanded by an adult. She stretched out her hand,

"hand……"

Grace placed her hand over Nora's palm, which she didn't mind because of the lace gloves.

Nora didn't know from where she took out a compass-like bronze instrument plate, which glowed with light. A hexagram of fluorescent blue magic circle lit up dazzlingly, and the two people standing side by side disappeared in the firelight.

The next second, the scene that appeared before his eyes was no longer the raging flames, but a quiet and peaceful girl's bedroom.

A simple, neatly made bed, an antique wooden table with colorful potions on it, and a paint-chipped bookcase piled high with books.

"Good, good, cold..."

Grace's body was soaked in the nameless cold. She leaned against the wall, not only was her body trembling, but even her long and thick eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

The fair skin that didn't know what the sun was was morbidly red.

Nora pursed her lips, her hand stretched stiffly in the air, as if there was a chasm between them and she would never be able to touch the girl's shoulder.

"Nora! What are you still hesitating about! She was cursed by Arturus's 'Lover's Frost' because of you. If you don't let me pass the power of disaster to her to suppress the curse, she will really freeze to death."

Lucia cursed in her mind seriously, without any sense of unreliability, as if she were a benevolent doctor who devoted herself to her patients. Then this seriousness suddenly turned into frivolity.

"She didn't even blame you for beating her, so how can she blame you for hugging her?"

"I'm telling you, if you want her to survive, you might even have to take off your clothes. Why are you still being so pretentious?"

103. Grace? Press it!

The Ninth Heaven is the residence of God. What is ordinary to God is a disaster to mortals.

"Lover's Frost" according to Lucia is a wisp of frost in extremely cold weather.

When an attack occurs, it will bring piercing cold. In severe cases, even the blood in the body will freeze, causing the warm body to evolve into an ice sculpture.

Moreover, the time of onset is uncertain and extremely dangerous. Currently, there is no way to resolve it except Lucia's power of disaster.

Lover's Frost is, after all, a thing created by chance by the gods. While it bears the corresponding curse, it also has certain benefits - especially the control and affinity for ice and snow, which rises to an unimaginable level.

Therefore, compared to the curse of "Soul Stealing", "Lover's Frost" is more like a powerful blessing with negative effects.

Logically, Grace would die the moment she was cursed, but Lucia said that Grace, whose personality was almost as cold as hers, possessed the blood of Ibrox and could resist the destined death.

Ibro is the royal bloodline of the kingdom blessed by Weiers, but under Rhine's muskets and cavalry, Ibro has been reduced to a small province of the empire.

"Um……"

Grace let out an unbearable groan from her nose, interrupting Nora's thoughts.

Her slender, white, and tender hands kept rubbing her arms, trying to generate heat through friction to dispel the cold.

But this is no way to fight against the coldness brought by the curse.

Grace was leaning against the yellow wall. The water vapor in the air began to condense. The wound on her slender neck cut by the fragments and the blood flowing from it were frozen into glaring, tiny blood slags by the cold air.

At the same time, silvery white frost began to spread with the girl as the center.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

Lucia shouted anxiously, "If you don't save her, she will really die. Don't you see it?"

Nora didn't hate contact with Grace. She even said that after the soul-stealing attack, she used her body to block the impact of the aftermath of the magic for Grace.

The blood-stained sapphire ring was a strange crimson, and the cold blood was slowly sliding down the back of Nora's hand.

She watched the red slowly slide down in the air, silently splashing a flower of blood on the wooden floor.

"I didn't hesitate. It was as if I was cursed when I got close to her... I was just afraid that the Imperius would take effect and hurt her again."

Nora answered Lucia's question in her mind with some guilt.

But her hands never stopped moving, and she lit the fireplace neatly.

"It's just a coincidence. How can it be that she will explode if you get close to her? What's so special about Grace, except that she is the blood of the Ibro Kingdom?"

"Admit it, you like her... and you're so nervous. I can see through your thoughts."

Lucia's frivolous and flamboyant voice was cheering in her mind, but this time she was too lazy to care.

Just want to do my own thing.

Bang, bang, Nora used her hands and feet to hammer open the old cotton wool in the closet, took out all the quilts used to keep out the cold, and piled them thickly on the bed.

Soul-stealing must...not occur again.

My heart was in turmoil due to guilt, and my emotions seemed to have overturned all the colors of paint. I couldn't describe the feeling.

According to what Lucia said before, Lucia is now in the form of a residual soul living in her own body.

She couldn't escape the constraints of her own body, but she could suppress the coldness brought by the curse of "Lover's Frost" by transferring the power of disaster to Grace by sticking her skin as close as possible.

That is to say, for a long time in the future, I will have to stay by Grace's side all the time.

I didn't want to be her maid...

But people should always be responsible for what they do, right?

Nora took a deep breath, then moved swiftly and fearlessly toward the icy center.

Grace was shivering all over, the cold that penetrated into her bones made her soul tremble deep inside her body.

She recalled how she felt when ALS struck before she traveled through time.

Countless tempered steel needles were inserted into every pore, and the whole body seemed to be trapped in the coldest hell, accepting the most cruel punishment in the world.

But these will not defeat Grace, and there is no way to defeat Grace.

The only thing that could bring her down was Irene's death.

How can a person disappear for a whole year?

She is such a lonely and beautiful person.

She wants to play with everyone at her will, so how could she bear to forget her most beloved pet?

Irene died in a sudden shooting, which was said to be a deliberate revenge.

It was no different from the process of Irene being executed by just legal punishment.

But Grace couldn't see her crying and wailing at the moment of her death.

Grace didn't care, because the person she hadn't seen for a whole year had long been forgotten.

All that's left is hatred, but I can't remember hatred anymore.

The hatred that supports the pursuit of revenge is like dandelions blown away by the wind. It has lost the reality of memory, but is everywhere.

How would Jingwei, who was filling up the sea, feel when she saw the vast ocean disappear under the scorching sun?

Grace may have been able to completely empathize with him from that moment on.

When a person dies, he is dead. There is nothing worth discussing. It is just that the water has melted into the water.

But...those likes are also genuine.

This is the only love in the world, a love like a moth to a flame.

"Ai... Lin..."

When people are on the verge of death, they will always think of the most unforgettable people and things in their lifetime.

Even though Grace's beautiful heart-shaped lips were almost frozen by frost and snow, she still couldn't help but say the name of the person she hated most in the world.

How could I not let Irene experience this bone-chilling cold?

While in a trance, a warm object suddenly came close to him.

The amount of heat she contained was not high, but it aroused the body's survival instinct, and he couldn't help but move his stiff self a little closer to her.

"I'm sorry... I was trying to save you."

It seemed like someone said something in her ear, but Grace's nerves seemed to be frozen and she couldn't hear anything at all.

Grace felt as if she was being dragged by someone, like a stiff puppet being manipulated by others.

She managed to concentrate and saw Miss Nora, who had the same cold attribute as herself, dragging her to the bedside by force from under her armpits.

An expression of anxiety and guilt appeared on that expressionless face.

She didn't know what Nora was going to do, and her frozen body was eagerly looking forward to and welcoming Nora's arrival.

Even though Grace usually hated physical contact, she didn't have the energy to push Miss Nora away.

Grace lay flat on the bed, the cold air seeping deeper and deeper into her body, her long eyelashes barely able to blink a few times.

The girl's life is in danger.

Nora apologized softly and sincerely, "I'm sorry."

I don't know what kind of mood I was in when I said such words.

Her Adam's apple bounced up and down nervously and Nora's heart was pounding, but she undressed the girl without hesitation.

From the ribbon knot at the neckline to the hem of the skirt, Nora took off the restraints on her body layer by layer without any pause.

Nora had long blocked out Lucia's voice.

Therefore, she made all the decisions on her own.

She had no ulterior motives in saving people, but at the same time she also wanted to preserve her dignity as a woman.

Even though we are all women, not everyone can accept being naked.

Nora tried to remove as much of Grace's outer clothing as possible to protect her from the cold.

Her fair skin turned shockingly pale in the extremely cold temperature. She lay there quietly, like a princess trapped in ice.

The curves and luster of her body are extremely beautiful, her distinct collarbone is as delicate as a butterfly about to fly, her slender waist has no trace of fat, and her legs are long and straight.

Everything seems to be a masterpiece created by God, and is given extraordinary love.

Perfect.

The small bleeding scratch on the neck is not an obstacle, but instead gives people a sense of incomplete and broken beauty.

"it's beautiful……"

She couldn't help but sigh softly. It was the first time she was so close to someone. Nora's emotionless face was stained with a light blush of shyness.

She did not let Grace be exposed to the cold for too long, and quickly covered Grace's body with a thick cotton jacket to prevent the heat from dissipating.

Layer upon layer, even though a thick hill of snow had formed on Grace's body, the biting cold did not disappear.

A mink coat, a winter skirt, and an inner garment, each piece of clothing fluttered down from the air to under the bed.

Nora quickly stripped herself down to her underwear, then tiptoed and hesitantly lifted the quilt.

The bone-chilling cold was like a surging flood rushing towards a lower place, all rushing towards him.

"hiss……"

Nora gasped.

Then the heavy quilt was tossed like waves, and Nora pressed her warm body against Grace's body, which was as cold as ice.

This was almost a lover-like action, and the innocent Nora's ears and cheeks inevitably and quickly blushed.

"I'm sorry... Grace."