Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace was as quiet and slow as a hamster. She ate until she was 50% full, with more than half of the mushroom salad still left on the plate.

But she really had no appetite to eat again.

Grace put down her knife and fork, gently touched her flat belly, and quietly looked out at the blue night sky.

I don’t know why, but I always feel my head is a little heavy, the blood is rushing to my cheeks and they are hot, and my weak limbs are a little weak.

Maybe it's a side effect of that cursed "lover cream"?

The house was silent, and the long-lost silence made Grace start to think.

Nora has many secrets.

Before gaining her trust, Grace understood that she should not touch other people's restricted areas.

Just like the tree house now.

Grace knew whose territory this was, and where the Witch of Disaster once lived.

How did Nora find this place? And how did she use the magic circle similar to a compass to locate it?

Countless secrets are like a fine net, trapping Grace like a prey.

Nora couldn't answer, so she couldn't get the answer.

All in all, let's take it one step at a time.

Grace stopped thinking about anything else and opened her panel again after a few days.

Character Grace【SP：3/3】

Skills: [Advanced Holy Flame] [Mirror of Insight] [Patrol Positioning] [Ice and Snow Perception Full]

Status: [Weak][Cursed]

what is this?

Grace frowned her delicate eyebrows seriously.

The curse should be "Lover Frost", but when were [Weakness] and [Full Ice and Snow Sense] added?

[Weakness] does not refer to an ankle injury. I have never had this condition before. Is it a negative effect of the curse?

And [Ice and Snow Perception Full].

Grace could not think of any other possibility related to ice and snow, except for the sudden coldness from the inside out when the Lover's Frost broke out in the afternoon...

Is this a positive benefit brought by Cursed Lover Cream?

The wooden table scratched lightly on the floor, and Grace stood up from her chair.

But this stop seemed to break some kind of boundary.

The delayed dizziness and pain in the head appeared instantly as I stood up, and it felt awkward and uncomfortable.

I think I have a cold... ?

The fireplace in Nora's room was not very warm, and her body was very weak.

It would be strange if you don’t catch a cold with only a short white towel to keep you warm.

Grace rested her slender white palms on the mahogany table, and used her other hand to gently support her uncomfortable forehead.

Maybe I just need to take a good sleep like before if I feel uncomfortable.

I need to meet the owner of the Koda Casino tomorrow and get some benefits from him...

Grace shook her head slightly, trying to make herself feel better, and picked up the cane that was leaning against the edge of the chair.

But such efforts were in vain.

But Grace didn't care about the slight pain at all.

Compared to the torture of death strangling my throat and tearing my body apart, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Forget it, let’s go to bed first - Grace made the decision.

……

After Grace finished washing up on the second floor, she decided to go to sleep in the bedroom on the third floor of the tree house.

Because of the related dreams, every step I took on the stairs of the spiral corridor seemed as difficult to distinguish as Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

The saint, Miss Lucia, initially slept on the carpet on the second floor.

After her relationship with the Witch of Disaster gradually became friendly, she moved into the bedroom on the third floor openly.

Of course, Saint Lucia initially only managed to sleep in a hammock made of vines on the third floor.

But in the end, she still used some tricks to climb onto the warm bed and spend the night with the legendary witch of disaster who did all kinds of evil.

The bedroom on the third floor has a floor mat for Lucia to sleep on.

So Grace was not worried about having to share a bed with Nora.

The witch's bedroom, of course, also has a very witch style.

Magic books of all sizes were piled up all over the wall. A gorgeous dome-shaped floor-to-ceiling mirror with a gold-rimmed edge and fluorescent blue lines on the headboard of the reddish-brown bed outlined an intricate magic circle.

The yellowish light created a mysterious atmosphere, and everything was decorated just right, making Grace feel as if she had fallen into a fantasy world.

The maid, Miss Nora, lay quietly on the bed, facing the window where the flower pots were placed, leaving only her caterpillar-like body hidden in the quilt for Grace.

On the left side of the bed, in the center of the room, a layer of floor mat has been laid out with a pure white and soft quilt on the reddish-brown carpet.

Hmm...? Nora is really meticulous. She actually remembers every word she said.

Grace was somewhat surprised at the girl's clever mind.

My forehead ached and I felt dizzy, and I had no strength at all. I had just climbed a few steps, but my weak body was already sweating.

Maybe I'll feel better if I go to bed early...?

So Grace walked straight to the floor, without even casting a concerned look at Nora who was lying motionless beside the bed.

She unbuttoned the buttons one by one, slowly took off the black winter skirt along the shoulders, undid the knot of the stockings, lifted her feet, and pulled her calf skin as white as milk out of the black fabric.

The last piece is a silk lingerie dress, which she will wear as pajamas tonight.

After stacking them neatly aside, Grace covered herself with the quilt and waited for the night to fall.

The rustling sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, and Nora listened to the whole thing almost with her ears perked up.

Her legs couldn't help but cross gently in the warm quilt, Nora pricked up her ears and tried to hold back the emotions in her chest...

What would she say?

What on earth did she see in me?

My heart was pounding slightly nervously, but it wasn't because of love or anticipation.

Rather, it is a subtle tension caused by unknown future events.

Why is she sleeping on the floor?

But in the end, all Grace did was to blow out the kerosene lamp that illuminated the room, and then fell asleep quietly in the place that should have belonged to her.

From beginning to end, he was very quiet and didn't even say good night.

Like strangers.

The relationship between him and Grace wasn't bad, it was just that when two introverted people got together it was like waiting for the ice and snow to melt in an extremely cold day.

Nora's tense muscles relaxed. She tucked in the quilt to prevent any air from coming in, and said to the Nora in her mind,

"Look, Grace has gone to sleep on the floor. How could she possibly like me... as you said?"

Grace is actually not that bad...

It seemed that it was only because Lucia kept on talking nonsense that people thought Grace was a pervert.

"She has a very dull personality. You didn't even talk to her, so of course she ignored you."

No matter what Lucia said, it was as if she had a three-dimensional defense, always refuting from all angles with her frivolous voice.

"Forget it, Lucia, I think your thoughts are sometimes too unreasonable, so you should go to bed early."

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you really not going to give it a try? Even if it's just to say goodnight..."

Lucia was still shouting in her mind relentlessly, but someone forcibly pressed the mute button in the middle of the voice.

Nora sighed softly, feeling helpless towards the witch.

The current Lucia can no longer be considered the remnant soul of the Witch of Disaster, but rather the incarnation of Cupid, the god of love, who only thinks about bringing together two people who have no chemistry at all.

It’s ridiculous.

Nora admitted that although Princess Grace was a little cute and sometimes a little crazy, she also had some secrets that people wanted to explore in depth.

But isn't it ridiculous to want to fall in love with someone just based on these advantages?

Why didn't Grace ask herself to sleep in the bed?

Noila couldn't help her curiosity. She clenched her fists and couldn't help but whispered,

"Good night, Your Highness Grace."

It's just right to start the conversation with a good night.

"Good night, Nora."

The other party, in the moonlit night, also made a corresponding response.

It was just a soft voice with a nasal tone, but it made Nora feel a little dazed.

This was an experience she rarely had...

Nora is an unwelcome, excluded person in Francis, and the same is true in the college.

Although I have friends who I can barely say hello to, they become distant because of my cold and expressionless face.

I am not from the same world as them.

While her classmates were worrying about what kind of gorgeous dresses to buy and what kind of exquisite magic props to use, Nora was thinking -

How to escape from Francis, how to survive this hopeless day, how to try your best to survive.

Life is tiring, but I still want to live, I don’t know why.

Maybe he is looking forward to the day when there is no betrayal?

The silence is especially beautiful now. Although the distance is far, it is safe enough for conversation.

No one will cross the line.

Nora rubbed her cheek against the pillow, like a dog that lacked its owner's comfort, and asked:

"Your Highness Grace, why are you sleeping on the floor? Is it because of me?"

"It's just a habit, it's not your fault."

Grace rejected it outright, then seemed to have discovered something and said subtly, "I thought you listened to me carefully?"

The quietness of the night made the atmosphere at this moment particularly peaceful, and Grace's slightly emotional words made the atmosphere a bit like a night chat between friends.

"Didn't I say this before? Because things that are too beautiful will make people nostalgic, right? The same goes for a warm bed and delicious food..."

Nora finally understood why Grace was similar to herself.

But all the similarities are just to find a little similarity in the differences, so that different souls can find a sense of recognition.

Nora knew very well that Grace's coldness was because her heart was filled with too many things, while her own heart was empty.

Growing up, I had nothing.

Nora buried half of her head in the quilt, trying to simulate the warmth of others to wrap herself up, and said sullenly,

"I can't understand it. Can anyone really hate something that makes people happy?"

“People often can’t get what they like. Rather than losing it, it’s better not to get it in the first place.”

Grace paused, her voice unusually firm.

“Everything in this world can be discarded. The key is whether you can move forward on your own path.”

Nora couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart again, "Her Highness Grace is so clear about life..."

It's really hard to imagine.