Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Don't employ people you doubt, and trust people you employ. This is also Grace's invisible creed.

……

Nora was pushed awake by some unknown force while she was in a trance.

She also had a story about a witch and a saint in her pure white dream.

Of course, dreams are just dreams and can never replace the living reality.

Nora looked at Grace sleepily from under the thick quilt, with a blank look like a turtle.

The girl's back was facing him, and the smooth lines of her beautiful butterfly-like shoulder blades moved as her arms were raised high.

The dress gradually covered the perfect bare back and round buttocks.

It was a beautiful picture, with the setting sun gradually coming into the window, and the flickering orange light and shadow were like a paintbrush, depicting the most beautiful oil painting Nora had ever seen in her life.

Swish!

But that look seemed to have noticed something and turned back like lightning.

Miss Nora jumped out of the bed alertly, like a dying fish.

Those eyes, bone-chillingly cold and as if to devour someone, stared at him fiercely and intently.

It was as if I was experiencing the previous coldness again.

She seldom talked to anyone, but at this moment she didn't know what to say.

Her arms, as white as lotus roots, were exposed, and the cold air invaded her skin. She couldn't help but wrap herself in the quilt, as if she was trying to cover up her ears and steal a bell.

Grace, who had put on her clothes, tapped the wooden bedside cabinet gently and asked in a cold voice with strong pressure,

"Don't you need an explanation, Miss Nora, the maid?"

"Feel sorry."

Nora wrapped herself up like a small dumpling, revealing only an expressionless and pretty face.

It feels like it was done on purpose.

"Do you think an apology would be helpful?"

Grace pulled the corners of her mouth and narrowed her scarlet eyes slightly.

"I can forgive some insignificant episodes, but I need you to tell me what the meaning of your doing these things is? And what is that coldness?"

Noila's long eyelashes fluttered, and she stared at Grace like a doll, thinking for a long time, and then slowly spoke:

"I lost control before because I was cursed by the 'Soul Stealer' curse. The coldness you suffered was also cursed by the 'Lover's Frost' curse. All of this is related to the Tears of Arturus."

After saying so many words in one breath, Grace finally believed that Nora was not a mute.

She raised her eyebrows and got the key to the question, "Tears of Arturus?"

"A magic item..."

Nora had a stern face, but she stretched out a slender, white hand and slowly moved it across the bed sheet, trying to hook away the clothes scattered on the bed.

But as if he didn't want to draw attention to himself, his movements were very restrained.

"The onset of the curse is uncertain. To break it, a large area of ​​skin contact is required, as we did just now..."

But such behavior was still noticed by the perceptive Grace.

When their eyes met, Nora couldn't help but tremble slightly with guilt, and then lowered her head.

"I'm sorry if that's offensive."

Grace glanced at him calmly, she touched her round earlobe and asked coldly,

"What about my earrings?"

"I hid it well, but it's not here. I'll take you to find it later."

Nora, hiding under the heavy quilt, moved furtively. She seemed to be chatting with herself while putting on her clothes in the bed.

But with his expressionless face, he looked a little funny.

Grace remained silent until this point.

She made no further demands of Nora.

Because guilt does not mean absolute loyalty to a person.

She thought that Nora still needed a little more time to test herself.

Then, the heels of her high heels made a dull sound on the wooden floor, and Grace began to walk around in the afterglow of the sunset, looking around the small house.

"Where is this place?"

Overall, the bedroom in front of me is shabby but tidy, but judging from the specifications, it looks like a maid's room in an aristocratic family.

"My bedroom."

Nora answered without hesitation.

Nora's bedroom?

Grace is not afraid of the Empire's investigation now, which may lead to Nora.

The girl's slender index finger brushed across the closed brown-red medicine-making notebook on the desk, making a rustling sound that was a bit rough.

And beneath the sheepskin cover, written in small, beautiful handwriting, was the signature: Nora Francis.

It's a simple truth. Nurky didn't find this person, and judging from the books with her name on them, Nora didn't seem to be lying.

And her appearance alone was enough to keep the Imperial Guards searching for her for a whole month.

In addition, it is impossible for a casino to implement a real-name system that would strangle wallets.

There's no need for Nora to be stupid enough to gamble with her real name.

So, I can stay here with peace of mind for the time being.

Grace gently closed the alchemy notebook with her index finger, retracted her gaze, and discussed with Nora in a negotiating tone,

"I'm going to stay here for a few days. Do you have any objection?"

Nora's hands and feet were very nimble. Even though she couldn't see and even though she could only lock herself in the quilt, she still put on her winter skirt neatly and efficiently.

It was a cotton winter skirt that was almost the same as those worn by ordinary people, but it was filled with goose down at the key waist and abdomen to keep out the cold.

But even so, the heavy clothes still couldn't hide her feminine figure.

Nora blinked expressionlessly, as if she had racked her brains to come up with a way to reject herself.

“My place is shabby.”

Is it broken?

Being able to have a door or wall that can protect you from the cold is an unspeakable happiness.

Grace had experienced a life even more miserable than that of a homeless person. She scanned every inch of the room with satisfaction and made the decision without any hesitation.

"It's okay. Isn't this nice? Is there a place to take a shower?"

Nora shook her head, "You can't take a shower here..."

Grace frowned, took two steps at a time and came to Nora, staring straight at the girl who was almost the same height as her.

"Nora, I remembered something. It was you who wanted to be my personal maid, right?"

"Ah."

Nora was dazed for a moment, but still admitted it frankly.

"Isn't it your job to get hot water for the master to take a bath?"

The two of them were at the same level, but Grace seemed to be looking down at Nora from a high position, and gave orders softly,

"Even if I ask you to help me take a bath, you should do it, do you understand?"

Nora shifted her gaze slightly and couldn't help asking:

"Why do you want to stay here?"

Grace's red eyes were shining like a predator, and her excitement, joy and anticipation were evident in her expressions.

She curled her lips slightly and explained,

"Because I'm waiting for the news of Grace's death to spread."

"..."

Nora opened her lips slightly, wanting to speak but stopping herself. After thinking for a long time, her cherry-colored lips reopened and she said:

"People who care about you will be sad."

This kind of statement is really funny.

In this imperial city where people’s hearts are in turmoil, who cares about me?

Grace shook her head disdainfully. Is there really anyone who would choose her so unwaveringly?

She suddenly thought of the night when the Milky Way shone through the window and filled the room.

A young girl, with a red face from drinking, said angrily and softly, "I want to be the one who walks into the wilderness."

Will Aphrodite be sad?

The only person in this game world who cares about me...

Grace was stunned for only a second, and then replied,

"There is no one who cares about me, and I don't need anyone who cares about me."

Nora listened to her low, cold voice, and the fire in the fireplace burned as wildly as a bonfire in midsummer.

But the air pressure was extremely low, as if frost and snow had been there just a second ago.

Nora wanted to comfort her, but was discouraged by her obvious indifference.

Grace is the same kind of person as me.

"There's nothing to talk about. Go get some hot water. I want to wash the blood off my body."

Grace tilted her neck, and the bright red blood stain left on the left side of her neck, which was as white as jade, spread out thickly, like a gorgeous rose splashed with ink.

106. Heartbroken Afro

Death, as cruel and silent a word, is something that most young people have never imagined.

Afro knew that Grace was suffering from some kind of curse and her body was very weak.

The imperial physician said that she would not live long and was waiting for death to come at any time and anywhere, but the dazzling girl said firmly, "I will not die."

Her Royal Highness the Princess possesses a different temperament from others. The words that come out of her mouth seem to be the truth of the world and have a power that cannot be doubted.

But now… ?

No news.

In accordance with the agreement with the children, Afro comes to Rhodes Welfare Home to help every Sunday afternoon.

Last Sunday was the trial day for his brother Nurkic, and Afro missed the appointment.

Today is undoubtedly a difficult and heart-wrenching day for Afulo.

Grace disappeared into the VIP bedroom of the Koda Casino after a loud explosion of magic.

Of course, the messages in the church are generally more likely to be rumors than true news.

But this was enough to make the girl feel uneasy all day long.

She came here to escape from her anxious heart and to refuse to face the answer.

The wandering mind is like a small boat floating in the storm on the sea. With a snap, the boat capsizes.

"Sister Afro, your spoon spilled."

A soft child's voice reminded her, interrupting Afro's thoughts.

The dazed pupils gathered in a panic, "Ah, sorry."

On the rustic wooden table, a layer of soup with a slightly oily sheen was spreading outwards.