Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro lowered her head and saw a little girl about ten years old. She was holding a piece of bread in her rough hands and a yellow wooden bowl in her right hand carefully.

The girl's face was a little yellow due to malnutrition, her hair was dry and curly, and she had a gray, slightly furry scarf around her neck.

The worn, patched beige cotton jacket still seemed a little small on the girl's thin body.

It was Carol, who was soft and innocent. She liked to pester me with some whimsical questions, and occasionally gave me some beautiful flowers that grew in the garden of the orphanage.

There are many children like this in the Rod Orphanage in the west district of St. Walter.

Behind Carol, children of all ages gathered together and lined up in a long line, waiting for today's dinner in an orderly manner like slow ants.

The Rhodes Orphanage is mainly funded by Father Morton from the West District of St. Wallace.

Even though there are many donations from enthusiastic people, the children’s meals are not very good because the welfare home needs to maintain its long-term financial support.

A piece of slightly hard bread with a little seasoned butter and a vegetable soup with a little minced meat.

Afro quickly waved the spoon and gently poured the broth mixed with vegetables into the bowl.

She forced a friendly smile on her holy and kind face and whispered,

"You need to eat well today, Carol-chan."

"Thank you, Sister Afro."

Carol smiled sweetly, holding the small bowl full of soup in her hand as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in her life.

The team moved forward slowly, and Afro raised the soup spoon in inexplicable anxiety.

Goddess, if I believe in you, I will find the only answer to my liberation. If only you can show me the way forward.

If it were only you... this believer would give everything in exchange for your protection of her.

The spoon filled the empty bowl again and again, but it could never fill the hole that was gradually eating away at my heart.

The crowd dispersed and the entire cafeteria was empty except for Afro.

The blood-red glow shone obliquely in from the gate, just like the desperate and ruthless twilight at the end of the sinner in "Chronicles of the Goddess".

The girl sat on the chair in a daze, with her right hand hanging limply.

Of course, Afro knew that she shouldn't believe the rumors, and she also knew that it was useless to worry.

But emotions are like sudden love, a white horse that refuses to be reined in, and a moth that flies into the fire.

Even though we know it is impossible, we still can't help but move forward in the wrong direction.

She didn't dare to enter the palace immediately to find out the truth of the matter.

I don't have the courage to be sure, so I can only escape here in confusion.

"Grace..."

She murmured someone's name, hoping that when she arrived at the palace, the girl with a temperament as cold as snow would still be lying on the bed, reading a book quietly.

Pretending to be indifferent, but actually looking at me with great concern out of the corner of my eyes.

He even said in a creative and expressionless manner: "Afro, I have found a new idea to bully you."

Afro stood up in a trance, then sat down quietly, covering his chest.

Dong, dong, dong, the sound of a long bell rang in the distance, and it felt vaguely like the will of a goddess.

It was as if someone had hit her head hard, and Afro stood up in astonishment as if she had just woken up from a dream.

If you want to know the answer, just go to the palace.

No matter what emotion it is, whether it is love or worry...

The sound of footsteps thumping on the stone slabs echoed in the huge cafeteria.

The gust of wind lifted her skirt, and Afro pursed her lips and ran as fast as she could towards the palace.

……

In the conference room of the Council Hall, Victoria sat at the head of the round table, quietly listening to the report given to her by Colonel Nicol, who was wearing a Rhine military uniform.

The two golden imperial medals hanging on his military uniform represented his outstanding military achievements in two battles.

Along with this came a horrifying scar on his left cheek.

But fortunately, he has a healthy face and a strong body, so these two long and narrow scars are more like a symbol of honor.

"With the support of the Alliance Army, the army led by Phoenix is ​​about to break through Manta."

The colonel's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but his words were enough to make people feel the anxiety on the battlefield.

"The naturalized Ibros are at the bottom of the imperial citizenry, and the Ibros are very resentful. In addition, the refugees rioted due to the flood... So when Phoenix appeared, the Ibros responded with one voice, and the imperial army stationed in Manta was completely defeated."

"Princess Phoenix not only raised the banner of restoring the country, but also demanded that Rhine return the ten border cities and hand over the Fifth Princess..."

Manta is the center of the province of Ibrox and was also the original capital.

The port in the city has waterways that extend in all directions. Once Phoenix controls Manta, it means that Ibro may be able to restore its country.

As for why the imperial sister had to be handed over, the reason was very simple.

Because Grace's mother is a treasonous witch and a red disaster star.

As the newly promoted head of Ibro, Phoenix might execute the traitor to show Ibro his might as a monarch and win the hearts of the people.

Victoria folded her hands and looked at the battle report on the table with her eyes lowered. Her calm expression showed no joy or sadness.

"Where's General Fornock?"

"General Fornok is guarding the last line of defense of Manta, and the northwest border is now providing support..."

Colonel Nickel was reporting with a serious expression, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

The clear voice echoed in the conference room, and Colonel Nickel looked troubled.

"come in."

Victoria nodded to him and told the person outside to come in in a soft female voice.

Caroline walked in with a blank expression on her face, wearing a neatly ironed black and white maid uniform.

She briefly locked eyes with Nikhil and asked, "Colonel Nikhil, could you please wait outside the door for a moment?"

As a soldier who had worked his way up to the position of colonel, Nickel's emotional intelligence was not low. He nodded tactfully, straightened his back and quietly closed the door.

Seeing the door creak shut tightly, Caroline lowered her head and leaned close to Victoria's ear, reporting softly,

"Your Highness Victoria, Your Highness Grace has not been found. The results of the procuratorate did not find any bones, but the central area has huge and complex magical fluctuations."

"We are currently unable to detect what type of magic it was. The prosecutor's office's speculation is that it was a magical attack."

Victoria pushed the left wall of the cavity with the tip of her tongue, her eyes calm and expressionless.

Caroline knew that was a sign that Her Royal Highness was entering a state of anger.

She narrowed her eyes like a hunting leopard and continued to ask:

"What about the women with the imperial sister?"

"The name recorded in the casino is Lucia, but the casino does not register the identity of the guests in a real and specific manner."

"At the same time, according to the guards, the woman who entered the room with Her Highness Grace was named Nora."

"All people with the same name as Nora in the Imperial Capital have been identified, a total of 156 people. The Imperial Guards are investigating closely, but they cannot rule out the possibility that it is a false name."

Caroline reported clearly, and she looked tentatively at Victoria's red eyes.

"Your Highness Victoria, do you have anything else to say?"

This time, to put it bluntly, it was actually my own fault for not doing my job well.

Caroline thought she was going to be subjected to a violent reprimand, but in the end Victoria just asked her to investigate closely.

This is a bit surprising.

Victoria pondered for a long time, then slowly gave the order,

"Draft an official document to the Emperor, and have all the casinos in the Saint-Wallis West District closed down for a month on this ground. The Koda Casino will be closed for six months for rectification."

"Yes."

Caroline nodded respectfully and continued to ask, "What about Her Highness Grace?"

Victoria delivered the order calmer than usual, as if her heart was as hard as steel.

"Continue to look for other possibilities of escape. Find a few priests with evil intentions and have them sacrifice their vitality to use the Holy Spirit Technique to ask the goddess whether Grace is alive now."

After saying all this, Victoria's strong voice gradually became tired. She rubbed her temples, leaned on the headrest of the chair, and slowly closed her eyes.

"You go down first. By the way, take Colonel Nickel to have dinner for the time being. I want to rest first."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Caroline bowed respectfully and then tiptoed out of the meeting room.

Only when she was sure that the door was closed did Victoria slowly let out the breath that was pent up in her chest.

Digest alone.

Until things are settled, all negative emotions will only become an obstacle to achieving your goals.

She always keeps her teacher's teachings in mind, and only with strong mental qualities can she get through to the end.

So, what do my father and my brother Karta think?

Victoria opened her eyes clearly.

Judging from the results of the investigation, it seems that they did not commit the murder, but it was more like an accidental incident.

But ever since the poisoned wine incident, things started to happen to Grace one after another, and death was approaching.

It was more like a death arranged by fate being disrupted by chance, so the whole world was working towards the goal of killing "Grace".

……

The carriage sped along the avenue in front of the Victoria Palace at an extraordinary speed, bringing up gusts of cold winter wind.

The dusk of twilight has vanished, the moon and stars are dim tonight, and it is so gloomy that the future cannot be seen.

Afro was extremely anxious. She sat by the carriage window and looked out again and again at the palace that was getting closer and closer.

She longed to see Grace in the next second, and then Her Royal Highness, still buried her head in the book as usual, said coldly:

"Will I die so easily? Rumors stop at the wise. Your anxiety shows that you have no sophistication at all."

After saying that, she closed the book and pretended to be indifferent, and used a lame excuse to invite myself to stay in her bedroom and sleep with her.

But the light in Grace's bedroom in the distance was a ruthless black, like the grim reaper walking by.

All the lights in the surrounding windows were on, except for hers...

My mood suddenly sank as if to the bottom of an icy cold water and I couldn't stay calm anymore.

Afro lifted her skirt, ignored the knights guarding the gate, and the maids who were shouting and trying to stop her, and ran straight and recklessly towards Grace's bedroom.

The girl gasped for the cold air.

Maybe Grace was kidding herself?

How could someone like her be willing to lose something so ordinary...

Yes, she was very nasty. She must be angry about her neglect in the past few days.

"Ms. Afro Argerich... Her Highness Grace is really not in the palace right now."

I could no longer hear the sounds around me and just wanted to run faster to the girl's bedroom and pull her out of the closet where she was hiding.

He stepped over the stairs and ran quickly through the corridor. Bang! The door was brutally opened.

It was empty, without even the chirping of winter cicadas, and all that was left was the silence of death.

The expression on Afro's face shattered like porcelain.

She lifted the quilt, opened the closet, drew aside the curtains, and searched every place thoroughly.

"Ms. Afro, Her Highness Grace is really not in the palace. If you still want to do this... I can only ask the knight to take you away."

Grace's personal maid, Miss Sarah, quietly dissuaded her.

Afro reluctantly pulled the muscles on his face and gave a "I know" smile.

The fingers that were gripping the window were almost white from the force they were holding on to. The uncontrollable discomfort drowned her breathing like drowning. She numbly looked around at the maids who were surrounding her.