Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Nora's head suddenly drooped, as if she was thinking of some unforgettable scene, her face was gloomy and her eyes were floating.

"It was changed before."

So the name was changed? Now it makes sense.

"Then it doesn't matter."

Grace's brows slowly relaxed.

Lying about the name doesn't really matter. The important thing is whether Afro can find...

Grace's plan is not as simple as completing Victoria's mission. She can make some money from the Koda Casino by faking her death.

"But should I call you Nora or Doris?"

As Grace spoke, the corners of her drooping mouth raised in a smile, and she unzipped the back of her Winter Palace skirt with a swish.

All the clothes you need to wear are ready.

"Nora is fine..."

Nora was so reserved, as if she was attending a social event for the first time, and she was visibly nervous when she answered.

"Sure, Nora."

Grace called the girl who was stunned on the edge of the bed, covered her soft white chest and shallow ravines with her hands, and reminded her in a cold tone,

"As a lady, you should turn away when others are changing their clothes."

Nora has lived alone in the high walls of the Francis family for eighteen years, and she is not used to having someone to accompany her.

"Feel sorry."

She immediately apologized and left her slender back to Grace like an obedient pet.

The dim yellow candlelight lengthened Nora's back, making her look lonely and insignificant.

Grace untied the towel from her body with a rustling sound.

She put on her underwear, lining, and winter skirt one by one slowly, while instructing in an educational tone,

"Nora, I want you to know that there are things I don't need from you. What I need is something more."

"More stuff?"

“I can’t tell you now, but you’re going to love it.

The thoughts between people are like the tip of an iceberg. Beneath the deep, unexpressed surface of the ice, there are subtle thoughts and speculations between the two that cannot be expressed explicitly.

Grace had so many questions she wanted to ask Nora, but she felt it was not the right time to say them.

Getting to know each other in a short period of time cannot eliminate the huge mountain of self-defense between people.

But fortunately...there is the short-sighted head maid Kelly.

Grace glanced lightly at the head maid lying on the cold floor, and couldn't help but praise her in her heart - it's good that you came.

The most important thing for a personal maid is loyalty.

The blow I struck was not simply to help Nora vent her anger.

More importantly, once the fight started, it would mean that the relationship that Nora had been trying to maintain in balance, even if she had to swallow her anger, was now completely broken.

Nora had no other choice but to do it herself.

But she seemed too stupid to realize this.

The corners of Grace's drooping lips curled up slightly, as if she was smiling.

Silence enveloped the entire room for a moment, as if it was some kind of breath-holding competition, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the other person to speak in the subtle awkwardness.

"you……"

Nora tilted her head, not daring to move, looking quite like a gentleman.

Then she fell silent again, like a kite with a broken string.

This was the first time Grace met someone who was even more silent than herself.

"I know what you want to say."

Grace zipped the back of her dress to the top, hiding all her seductive skin under her winter skirt.

"You're worried about what you're going to do next, aren't you?"

Nora was as dull as a stone and gave an unexpected answer: "No, I'm just curious why you don't ask my secret?"

Grace couldn't help but look at her in surprise, her bright and sincere eyes like the sea of ​​stars focused on her curiously.

Curiosity is the source of everything. Now Nora reveals the unique gaze of a pet.

Grace had an illusion that she would soon be able to gain Nora's loyalty.

"Everyone has something unknown, there's no need to ask."

Grace answered nonchalantly while tying the bow on the wide sleeves of her winter dress.

"Just like now, you are also curious about me, right?"

Nora didn't respond, but just looked at herself and blinked woodenly.

Grace even began to doubt whether someone as taciturn as her could be a personal maid, a job that required a lot of coordination and communication.

It's just a piece of wood.

When Grace sat next to the girl, the number on the warning red arrow on the [Patrol Positioning] in her field of vision had shrunk to an astonishing two hundred meters.

So close that it was like a rabbit being cornered by its prey.

Otherwise, tell Afro.

If I really died... would she be sad?

At some point, a tiny, insignificant crack appeared in Grace's dam.

She couldn't think about it anymore, so she just turned her head and looked into Nora's eyes.

She sat upright on the edge of the bed, her expression serious and meticulous. The only difference between her and wood was that wood could not breathe.

"Nora."

"Your Highness Grace."

Two clear voices rang out at the same time.

"You speak first."

Grace raised her eyebrows and decided to give Nora the first move.

"Your Highness Grace, can you give me an advance of some money?"

Nora thought for a long time before she spoke with difficulty, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on her paralyzed face for the first time in a long time.

She patted her slightly heaving chest and promised solemnly, "Of course, I will try my best to repay you with everything I have."

"All of you?"

Grace glanced at her subtly, then propped her hands on the edge of the bed, and her cold face moved closer to Noila.

Each of her slender eyelashes is clearly visible, and even the tiny pores are almost invisible on her delicate skin. Her exquisite facial features are magnified, and the ambiguous atmosphere is a bit inappropriate.

Nora moved back a little embarrassedly, looking around the room randomly.

For some reason, she was a little nervous about what Grace would say next.

Grace stopped at a distance of forty centimeters and looked Nora over from head to toe, as serious as if she was examining the goods.

"If you can maintain absolute loyalty and your wisdom and calmness, financial matters will not be a problem."

"It's not even difficult to overthrow your stepmother."

Grace's tone was full of confidence and determination, so firm that Nora couldn't question it.

But the next second Grace changed the subject, she curled the hair around her ears and said:

“But can you have such value now?”

"I remember that you can perform illusions. Do you have an illusion that can change other people's perceptions so that no one can recognize me?"

"If you have, show me your worth."

Grace stood up from the bed.

Then the girl raised her head and curled the corners of her lips towards Nora, like an NPC issuing quests. No, not just an NPC... more like a boss in a game.

Grace's striking red eyes lit up, and she kicked the unconscious head maid Kelly lying on the ground with her bare feet.

"I'll help you deal with...the unharmonious relationship in your family, and I'll also help you return the unconscious idiot to his place."

Nora seemed to be in a fierce psychological struggle. She was silent for a while and finally agreed to Grace's request.

"Okay, I can simply engrave a new magic circle on the gemstone, but if I encounter a magician of a higher level, it will be easily discovered by the [Insight] spell."

"Got it. As for the money, I'll give it to you in advance when I get back."

Grace raised her eyebrows in satisfaction and readily placed the empty ticket.

Now there was only one thing left to do - and that was to send the head maid's unconscious body back.

Of course, Grace could interrogate this sharp-tongued and sarcastic head maid and teach her a lesson.

However, now it is not only necessary to deal with these minions, but also to deal with Nora's arrogant stepmother, Lady Jima.

Grace slowly inserted her five white fingers into the lace gloves, and stood up, staring at Kelly on the ground, like the ruthless grim reaper.

"Now, move her to your stepmother's bedroom and give her a little surprise, okay?"

……

The stars in the deep night gradually brightened in the dark moonlight.

Afro took advantage of the night and rode at full speed and finally arrived at the Francis family.

Of course, with Argerich's identity, Afro would not be able to visit the Francis family at such an abrupt time and receive a warm welcome from the hostess.

But Gemma Francis was a sincere believer in light. She often donated a lot of money to the goddess Versus to show her piety.

Therefore, Afro received a warm reception from Lady Jima with almost no effort.

Madam Jima stood elegantly under the dazzling chandelier in the hall.

She leaned against a reddish-brown wall with intricate patterns. The fluffy hem of her old-style Rococo dress looked like an open black umbrella. A fluffy white folding fan covered the lower half of her bright and beautiful face, lessening the aggressiveness of her sharp features.

She has a slender waist and walks beautifully, like a beautiful black snake.

The hem of her skirt swayed gracefully as she stepped forward. Madam Jima came forward with extraordinary enthusiasm, "Your Majesty Aphrodite, long time no see."

Grace...

Afro knew that this was her only and last hope, and her heart was beating nervously as if it had lost its soul.

She took a deep breath, climbed up the low red steps to the hall, gave a standard saintly smile in response, lifted her skirt and performed a noble etiquette.

"Good evening, Madam Gema. You are as beautiful as ever."

"You are so flattering. Your Majesty, why are you in the mood to visit the Francis family today? Could it be that the goddess has sent down her oracle?"

Enthusiastic Jima Francis put her arm around Afro's without any hesitation and asked earnestly like two friendly sisters.

Although the Rhine nobility emphasizes elegant behavior and pays attention to a sense of distance.

But for those aristocratic ladies who are keen on socializing, distance is not something that needs to be respected.

On the contrary, only by breaking the distance can a more sincere friendship be revealed.

The overly intimate contact made Afro feel uncomfortable, and he subconsciously moved a little to the side.

She stared closely at the arms intertwined in a friendly manner, and her heart suddenly felt complicated.

I don't know why, but I'm becoming more and more like Her Majesty the Princess...

Afro looked at Jima and got straight to the point, "Madam Jima, I just want to ask about something."

"What's the matter? Your Majesty, have you had dinner yet? Francis hired a chef from Godia's Dream a few days ago, and the truffle cream mushroom soup he made is very delicious..."

Afro knew that this enthusiasm was all due to her status as a candidate for saint.

Gemma Francis, she had heard of this name from her mother - at the tea parties of aristocratic ladies, she always used an enthusiastic attitude and clever words to make herself the center of the tea party.