Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

She apologized again sullenly, and in order to make the contact area of ​​her body larger, Nora almost put all her body weight on Grace.

The corner where the head is placed is Grace's delicate shoulder, where one can smell the special scent that belongs only to a young girl.

"Cold...cold..."

Only by being so close to her could I hear what she was whispering from her slightly trembling lips.

Softly, barely perceptible, like a cat scratching your heart.

Nora couldn't think too much, even anyone knew that Grace's life was in danger.

All she wished at this moment was that Grace could survive this cold.

The signal of Lucia in her mind had been blocked. Nora only said to her anxiously, "Relieve the curse quickly! Lucia!" and then quickly blocked Nora's voice again.

The reason is simple: Nora doesn't want Lucia to disturb her heart.

It's similar to when you were in school, if the people around you always like to make trouble for those who have inexplicable thoughts about you, then this thought can easily evolve into a strange emotion.

After two seconds of silence, a boiling power seemed to overflow from the skin and slowly flowed into Grace's cold body.

With her cheek pressed against Grace's profile, Nora was so nervous that her breathing stagnated. She dared not move at all, just like a stiff piece of wood.

It was as if the magic power of all magic circuits was being slowly sucked away by something.

The chill from their close contact gradually dissipated, and Grace's frozen body gradually softened.

Nora's body became increasingly tired and heavy, and her eyes kept blinking sleepily.

Again and again, even though Nora tried her best to restrain herself, she fell into the soft, fragrant and warm beauty in her arms due to her sleepiness.

The darkness inadvertently encroached on the vision, and Nora fell asleep exhaustedly on Grace's body.

……

A fire caused by the aftermath of magic swept through the Koda Casino. The fire burned so fast that it almost made people wonder if it was arson.

Thick black smoke curled hundreds of meters across the gray winter sky.

The servants rushed into the bedroom as quickly as possible, but did not find Grace's body.

The ill-fated Fifth Princess of the Empire seemed to have evaporated in the flames and no one heard from her anymore.

Such a raging fire and such explosive news spread among the countless witnesses as quickly as the crowing of a rooster in the morning.

In just half a day, almost everyone in the imperial capital knew that a terrorist attack had occurred at the Koda Casino, resulting in countless casualties.

The West District of San Huali is adjacent to the Suko District. Afro also noticed the thick black smoke while praying.

She even made the sign of the cross in front of her body, praying to the goddess Veers to protect people from harm.

But Afro never thought that things were beyond her imagination.

The church is a place where good and bad people mix together, and the speed at which gossip spreads is no less than that of any intelligence field.

As Afro walked on the red carpet past one church pillar after another, preparing to lead the believers to start the afternoon prayer activities, she heard some subtle rumors.

Afro was not going to listen at first because it was very rude.

But her ears couldn't help but pick up the sounds around her. The words "fire", "death", "princess" and "murder" made Afro stop.

She glanced at the nuns whispering behind the intricately carved marble pillars and frowned slightly.

"What? Did the Fifth Princess really die in the fire?"

"Really...even the bodies were burned in the flames."

"Will someone rescue her?"

"Who can save her from such a terrible fire? The Fifth Princess hasn't returned to the palace yet. What do you think?"

Grace... ?

His head exploded with a loud bang, as if it was smashed into pieces by a steel hammer. The light in Afro's eyes dimmed in an instant, and all that was left was the trembling of the earth-shattering sky.

Afro held onto the marble pillar and tried to move the muscles in his cheeks, but found himself as stiff as a corpse.

The girl's breathing first stagnated, and she held her breath until her face turned blue.

"Ha ha……"

Then he swallowed and spit out food in big gulps as if he was drowning.

Afro covered his cold heart and forced himself to calm down.

This has to be...it has to be fake news, right?

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My family members listened to my explanation and told me that it was the Kingdom of Tears cassette that arrived today.

104. The Stupid Witch's Love

Under the thick sheets, the two of them were intimately intertwined like a pair of overlapping dragonflies.

The coldness that originally invaded Grace's body was gradually dispelled by some warm and burning force.

The light consciousness seems to be walking in the clouds, or patrolling in the sea.

The only thing that was somewhat concerning was that it felt like something soft and warm was always squeezing my chest tightly.

what is it then?

It's heavy and makes people concerned.

My consciousness was swept away by the whirlpool in the deep sea, and thick white fog and pure white memories swept over me.

Grace had a meaningful dream.

……

Long, long ago, on the continent of Eris, there was a vast kingdom called Rhine.

In this kingdom that believes in the goddess Veils, every twenty years, the Holy See of Light, which is in charge of the country's faith, will select a young and beautiful saint in accordance with Veils' will during a festival of flowers and laughter.

As a saint, she will be responsible for communicating with Veils and conveying the will of the goddess to the kingdom.

In the south of the kingdom, at this time, there was a witch who was born because of disaster.

When the Witch of Disaster was born, all living creatures within a five-kilometer radius died, and all plants on the vast plains turned into scorched earth overnight.

It is said that she has killed countless people, and that she has three heads and six arms, and that even if you just glance at her, you will be reborn in the River Styx.

But only a few people know that the vicious witch of disaster is just a woman who is not good at speaking.

She lived in seclusion in the southern forest of the Rhine Kingdom.

His biggest hobby is raising pets, or capturing hunters and travelers who are lost in the forest and forcing them to take the magic potions he developed.

Occasionally, when I feel like it, I will chat with these lost people about family matters.

But those people were very afraid of her. They were either frightened to the point of peeing their pants or stammering and unable to utter a word.

Many times, Miss Disaster Witch wondered if she was really ugly.

Of course, as a witch who does all kinds of evil, there are also things that she must face - wave after wave of conquering armies.

For her, who had an extremely unstable schedule and was active at night and stayed out during the day, these punitive armies were undoubtedly annoying, regular alarm clocks.

She would take some time to clean up these desperate expeditionary forces.

But he didn't have the leisure to wipe out all these punitive troops who were holding magic wands and making noises.

A lot of murder? A lot of blood?

The Witch of Disaster never feels guilty about her actions.

She is an alien born in a very evil place.

It is impossible to empathize with those rude people who come to my door every day and knock on it.

This went on for a long time, and over time, the southern forest became a restricted area.

And those magic armies that come to attack never feel discouraged.

They were stationed far outside the forest, like foxes always eyeing the fat sheep.

The Witch of Disaster didn't understand why they were obsessed with her.

Is there a magic crystal buried under my feet, or have I polluted the surrounding groundwater and river water?

But she could feel that the alarm clock toys were visiting less and less frequently.

The boring daily life has become even more boring. The Witch of Disaster is worried about this. How can she make it more interesting?

Then, she had an idea.

During the coronation ceremony of the Saint of the Holy See of Light, she kidnapped the much-anticipated Saint and took her to her own lair.

It's so cool, just like the evil dragon in fairy tales.

She thought that the people from the Holy See of Light would hunt her down day and night.

Now my life won't be so boring anymore.

As another protagonist in the story, the saint lady was picked up by the witch of disaster in public, and was taken away with her arms flapping in the air like a chick.

The saint was just like the princess in the fairy tale. She cried and made a fuss when she was first abducted.

But she was no match for the powerful witch.

The Witch of Disaster easily brought the holy and beautiful Saint back to her lair in the southern forest - a tree house with a simple exterior but a unique interior.

As soon as she arrived in the tree house, Miss Saint began to cry softly in an even more penetrating voice, as if she was enduring the greatest humiliation in the world.

The voice was eerie, like a vengeful ghost stealing souls.

The Witch of Disaster couldn't sleep because of her noise, so she angrily took the quilt and said to the unlucky Saint,

"It's so noisy! Don't cry anymore. I will send you back tomorrow and then you can cry in your mother's arms."

The Witch of Disaster slammed the door frame vigorously, "Now!! I'm going to sleep, do you understand?"

The saintly lady who had originally looked so pitiful and tearful, and who had been leaning against the wall heartbroken and trembling with fear, seemed like a completely different person at this moment.

She wiped away her tears neatly, dusted herself off, and her sharp nails made a harsh friction sound against the wall. She said with a fearless attitude:

"Don't send me back, or I'll kill you."

This was the first time in Miss Witch's long career that she met such a special person.

She was not afraid at all, and could even talk to me about ancient classics.

Like a kaleidoscope that accidentally appeared in the children's world, the Saint Lady completely attracted the attention of the Witch of Disaster with her strong and interesting attitude.

The days ahead will not be boring anymore.

The Witch of Disaster suddenly had this feeling.

I didn't ask her why she didn't want to go back, I just kept her here based on my intuition that I liked her.

So, the Saint gave Miss Witch more surprises.

Although she has wonderful ideas and always gives people a sense of freshness, she is not a flamboyant or extroverted person. On the contrary, she is very gentle and introverted.

She has exquisite cooking skills and can turn ordinary ingredients found in the forest or nearby markets into delicious delicacies.

Yes, because there were too many lost people who were released, and there were also many expeditionary forces stationed at the edge of the forest.

The river water corroded by the disaster was also deliberately purified so that a certain saint lady could bathe at any time.

The right time, place and people led to the formation of a thriving small town on the outskirts of the southern forest.

When she has nothing to do, the saint will invite the witch to go to the market to buy some food.

But for the saint, her favorite thing to do is to write novels.

However, compared with those traditional literary works with rich connotations, her works are only fit to be used as tablecloths.

Miss Saint always likes to write some third-rate novels that are confusing...

Once the Witch of Disaster asked the reason, she would say very seriously: "This is faith."

However, for the Witch of Disaster, being drafted to listen to her stories was a form of entertainment.

The saint is particularly fond of novels in which a domineering male protagonist falls in love with an innocent little white flower.