Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

In this world, people who make excuses for failure are the most incompetent.

"Do you think I'm kidding you, Miss Aphrodite?"

Grace walked towards Aphrodite as if she was dancing gracefully, looking at a treasure.

"There is no beautiful tableware in the world that is as exquisite and holy as you. I should say that you are the most perfect tableware in the world."

"Your skin is more beautiful than white porcelain, and your warm body temperature can reduce the heat dissipation. You are born to be such a vessel, aren't you?"

Clank! The cutlery slammed crisply onto the porcelain plate with a hint of anger, like the sharp sound of gunfire breaking the silence of the battlefield.

Afro's chest was heaving violently, and he was looking at her with great anger.

15. Be my personal toy

There is an unwritten rule in dinner table negotiations, which is that once someone puts down the chopsticks or the wine glass, it means that the negotiations between the two parties are on the verge of ending.

Either everyone is happy, or it ends in unhappiness.

The sound of the knives and forks falling was like the first shot fired, and the war was about to spread.

Afro stood up without showing any weakness.

The innocent memories of her youth and the protection of her father and brothers allowed her to grow up brilliantly like a flower in a greenhouse and develop a kind and upright character.

But people are complex individuals, and no matter how kind they are, they have the potential to be aggressive.

This kind of offensiveness is often only revealed at the moment of counterattack, because only this moment is just.

She looked straight into Grace's eyes coldly, proud and unyielding, as if nothing in the world could make her bow down.

"Your Highness Grace, I tolerate you for only two reasons. One is because of your promise to protect my brother, and the other is because the Goddess Chronicles says that we should treat others with tolerance."

"First of all, I know very well that my brother would not do such a thing, so even if you don't agree, I think my brother will be acquitted."

"The Ministry of Justice is the most sacred place for the laws of the Rhine Empire. I believe it is the last fig leaf of this country."

Afro touched the collar around her neck, her brows furrowed in disgust, and her soft voice gradually became louder.

"I put on your collar not because I'm afraid of your power, but because I discovered that your vitality is closely related to the collar. If a princess dies in the church, it will be difficult to balance the imperial power and the church."

"But I don't have any special fetishes, nor am I a servant that you can humiliate at will!"

"If you want to use the body control of the collar to make me submit, I can tell you one thing very clearly."

"My family is not a traditional religious family. The reason why I was selected as a candidate saint is that I was blessed by the goddess and possessed the dangerous power magic that can master taboos."

At the same time, Afro stretched out his hand, and a raging blue flame ignited in the center of his white palm.

The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted.

The faint blue flame stretched between the two of them, like the eternal fire between heaven and hell, forever blocking Grace's thoughts of taking any further steps.

"It requires a little bit of sacrifice, and by touching the body of the cursed object, any curse can be dispelled."

She threatened the rude man in front of her softly, without any scruples.

The price of sacrifice is not just a little, but the price of one's life, in order to use forbidden magic.

Afro knew this very well, and she had to downplay this point in the negotiations as a means of maintaining her dignity.

"Your Highness, your control over my body is the same. I hope you will stop doing things that insult others' personalities."

"I am a citizen of the Rhine Empire, not Her Majesty's personal toy."

Afro finished his words in one breath, extinguished the fire, then exhaled a breath of foul air from his chest, took a step back, and thought he had returned to a safe area.

In this way, the princess should give up.

Afro glanced at Grace's face. She didn't seem to care at all about what she said.

There was a highlight in those red eyes, shining like stars, as if they were looking forward to this.

"is it?"

Grace smiled at her and downplayed Afro's warnings.

As if there was a strong wind blowing, Afro's flowing and smooth golden hair floated in the air, "I never joke."

Aphrodite possesses the qualities of an eagle.

To tame such a person, you must use the technique of training a hawk, and keep fighting with her until she is exhausted, and then she will completely surrender.

Faced with such a difficult challenge, Grace became very excited. The more she resisted, the more she wanted to win.

That's why there is a greater sense of accomplishment at the moment of taming.

Then try to press Afro to the extreme and then release the reaction.

Before that, what Grace needed to do was to close the door of the box.

Click, click, click. Grace turned around in silence, her high heels tapping on the wooden floor, and then - with a snap, the copper door was completely closed.

The melodious and passionate flamenco piano dance music in the hall suddenly faded, and then the only sound in the entire box was the breathing of the two people.

Grace even thoughtfully locked it.

Finally, she turned around and decided to act completely like a villain. She was cold and silent, like a cobra lurking in the darkness. She said softly:

"Then why not give it a try? Become my personal toy..."

At this moment, Grace completely gave up on portraying a kind but coerced character. Since she had chosen to play the villain, she had to perform perfectly in her acting.

Anyway, this is also the game world after time travel, isn’t it?

"you……!"

The words that Afro wanted to say were stuck in his throat as if someone was strangling him.

Her body was controlled once again, and only her glass-clear eyeballs could move.

The light in his pupils dispersed and reorganized in surprise and disbelief, and then the image of the princess reflected in his eyes walked towards him step by step.

This time, she wanted to be serious.

The collar around her neck gradually tightened, and then the princess who had been saved by him came closer to within only thirty centimeters.

At a distance that could be considered intimate, she saw the diamond-shaped crystal on the D-shaped buckle of the collar around her neck was flashing a blue light.

Grace did nothing but sat down at her dining seat and pulled out a pair of lace and white-patterned gloves from the pocket of her winter dress, slowly rubbing them over her pale skin, covering her beautiful, flawless hands.

After doing all this, she tilted her head and smiled, whispering like a devil:

"It's just a meal, don't be too scared."

16. Remember who is the real boss

Grace hates being touched.

Because people have warmth, once they are attached to a hug, the pace of running will stop.

People can betray too.

So in order to isolate the feeling of skin contact, she chose to wear lace gloves.

At first, he pushed Afro against the wall because his body was helpless, and later he pulled her collar because of his helplessness.

Grace once again swore on her character that she had no bad habits.

As for what food to choose...

Grace's eyes swept across the delicacies on the table.

Foie gras? Caviar? Strawberry shortcake?

In fact, it doesn’t matter what you choose, the greasy fat will be difficult to deal with. In the end, Grace chose strawberry cake.

Afro's beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with hatred and anger, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

It's very strange. A girl as innocent as her should show an expression of fear and terror, right?

Sure enough, there is a reason why she can become the saint who is the sadistic harem king of Her Highness the Third Princess and cannot be conquered by her.

Her character is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and she is tougher than anyone else.

What should be done now?

If it's a human feast... just use your back.

It has a smoothly curved back, beautiful shoulder blades, and is overall relatively stable, making it perfect for serving food.

Because of Miss Sister's figure, Grace secretly glanced at someone's curvy curves, which was not very convenient in the front.

This glance happened to meet Afro's eyes.

It was so ferocious that it was like a beast that kept hitting the cage. It could jump out at any second and eat a person in one bite.

Grace moved her mind, and the Ring of Reason on the girl's slender neck seemed to have received an order. The crystal stone on the D-shaped buckle, which was glowing with blue magic light, occasionally flashed a red light.

Aphrodite's body moved like a stiff stage puppet.

The nun raised her right arm and her whole body was shaking.

Why?! My hand went to my collar?

No, no, you can't!

Afro resisted with all her heart and soul, but no matter how her consciousness gave orders, she could not control her body at all.

Gray! You will go to hell!

Your world will be a dark place without light, your parents will be ashamed of you, your friends will despise you, and you will spend every day of your life in loneliness and regret.

There is no god's favor in your world anymore!

But the cursed Princess Grace simply pushed the dishes on the table to the other side, deliberately leaving a space on the table for people to lie down.

She said lightly, "Don't look at me like that. I know why you are angry."

As the provocative words fell, his hands involuntarily unbuttoned the buttons of his coat one by one.

Afro was extremely angry, but powerless to resist. Humiliation and disgust spread like crawlers to every inch of her skin.

She could only recite the maxims in the "History of the Goddesses" in her mind over and over again.

"Are you wondering why you have to endure such humiliation?"

'The road of justice is surrounded by tyrannical and selfish villains' - the fluffy mink coat fell heavily, and the cold penetrated along the winter palace skirt, making the body shiver.

"No reason, you have done nothing wrong, you are kind and merciful, because I am the one who is guilty."

'To guide the weak with compassion and kindness' - and then the hands tore open the lace bow of the thin winter palace dress,

"You can't control things in this world. You can't decide your brother's safety, and you can't escape from me."

'Blessed are those who have the courage to pass through the dark road, for they will take care of their companions and find the lost lambs.' - Her hands went around her slender neck and went straight to the zipper on the back.

Going forward... we will...

"Your persistence and justice cannot solve problems. Your so-called faith is just a tool to rule the ignorant people."

"I will take revenge on those who dare to harm me and my companions." - With the zipper pulled to the bottom, the cold winter air invaded the smooth back.

"But I - your god, Grace, can help you solve any problem."

"Then you will know my name as Versus." - The winter palace dress that was too thin for winter was pulled open along the shoulder blades in a half-covered posture.

For some unknown reason, the dress was eventually forcibly pulled up with both hands around it.

Only her back was exposed, and Afro managed to retain her human dignity for the time being.

Grace finally finished her words. She raised a steel fork and twirled it in her hand, as if she had the whole world at her fingertips.

"You should understand my thoughts, Miss Afro. I don't like your attitude, so you need a little punishment."

Is that a punishment?!

The cold wind blew into her body, and Afro felt as if her whole body was burning. Anger swept over everything, and she even wanted to use magic to tear the girl in front of her into pieces.

Burn with flames, suffocate with sea water, and return the humiliation with multiple times!

The devil made the final judgment and said, "You must remember who is your true god and true master."

Her cheek was lying humiliatingly on the lace tablecloth on the dining table. The deep lace marks embedded in her cheek became an unforgettable humiliation in her life.