Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The noisy witch screamed, her angry voice roaring in my mind,

"Next time if you don't let me speak, I'll be really scary when I get angry!"

Nora sneered.

"Who says they are scary? Lucia, you are just bluffing."

"Really?"

Lucia was too lazy to fight back. She just tutted her tongue twice, like a bystander leisurely eating sunflower seeds, pointing and gossiping.

"You even said you didn't like Grace, but you looked stunned on her face, and your caring look really made me feel suspicious."

Nora behaved properly, showing no shyness or timidity at all, and she argued loudly in her mind,

"When people are sick, they show their most vulnerable side. Grace was so strong even when she was sick..."

"Aren't you curious about when she will reveal her vulnerable and powerless side?"

"Not curious."

Lucia immediately gave a negative answer.

"Why don't you go into her heart and take a look? You won't get the answer just by imagining."

The frivolous voice exudes a strange attraction like a forbidden Pandora's box, making people unable to help but practice the actions implied in the words.

"unnecessary."

Don't need it?

Lucia smiled smugly, "People always veto the truth at the first opportunity. I guess if she waved, you would probably wag your tail."

"Ah……"

Nora was disdainful of this, and she responded confidently,

"Only a witch without moral integrity like you would do such a thing."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a muffled, nasal voice came from outside the door - "Nora, come in for a moment."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora responded loyally like a soldier receiving an order.

"You're still saying no?"

There was a hint of teasing in Lucia's frivolous voice, and her mouth was almost crooked with laughter.

Nora explained calmly: "This is the duty of a personal maid."

Well, wiping your own back is a difficult thing to do.

Nora had already thought about what she would do when she entered the door.

But Grace just leaned weakly on the bed, her dress neatly arranged.

She tilted her head instead of looking at herself, looking at the clear sky outside the window, as if she wanted to feel someone's breath through the breeze through the window.

"If you go out today, can you help me investigate Afro Argerich's recent condition..."

"You can go to her church or ask others about it. But don't tell her your name."

Grace left such words, which made people a little confused.

Avro...should be the girl who was walking with Lady Jima in front of the corridor before, right?

Nora's mood was a little subtle.

So this is someone Grace cares about?

Thinking of the girl's worried look, Nora changed her mind again. No, it should be someone who cares about Grace.

Even though she was scratching her head for an answer, she nodded loyally and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

"It's over. Someone got there first." - Lucia pronounced the final verdict, her tone full of regret.

boring.

Nora was disdainful of this.

I don't like Grace, so why would I care about such things?

……

The bright moon is by the window, and a few stars are twinkling.

Whenever the night falls, Afro always thinks of the girl who is more easily cold and fading than fireworks.

Grace, Grace, Grace...

I miss Grace so much.

Afro hugged her knees and sobbed softly, looking as distraught as a poor little puppy abandoned in the rain.

The corners of his eyes turned red because he couldn't hold back his tears.

My heart had already been broken into pieces after so much running around, and my mind kept recalling Grace's laughter and scolding.

Cute, cool, crazy, rational, and some doting clips.

It seemed that Mrs. Gemma had kept me here just to invite me to dine at the Francis family's house.

Although the dining process was not pleasant - the steak served to me was left on an empty plate halfway through.

For a noble, elegance and face are undoubtedly the most important things.

Mrs. Gemma would have no ill will towards her, and the only people who could have stolen the steak were undoubtedly the servants in the kitchen.

If I point this out, it is very likely that most of the people in the kitchen will be fired.

Afro, who was kind-hearted by nature, chose to conceal this fact and used some salad to fill her stomach which was churning and about to vomit.

She talked to Mrs. Gemma and the church fundraising for a long time, but when they finally talked about Nora, Mrs. Gemma knew nothing about it.

Unable to find Grace, Afro felt like a taut string that was constantly being stressed.

At a certain point, when it can no longer withstand the pressure, it will break completely.

At that time, Afro didn't know what he would do...he even mistook the person for someone else.

What if Grace really died?

His face instantly lost all color and turned pale, and Afro was so panicked that he couldn't breathe.

"No, it won't be like that."

She jumped off the bed like a startled horse and patted her head vigorously for being distracted by her thoughts.

With almost the force of strangling her neck, her right hand tightly grasped the emerald green earrings hanging around her neck.

It seems that only when you feel the force that is about to leave marks can you feel the heaviness of life.

With a face that calmly faces life and death, he no longer has the courage to find out whether a person is alive or dead.

Afro patted his chest again, deceiving himself. "No, no."

The goddess will favor every sincere child.

Grace only disappeared for one day. She must have been hiding somewhere, watching the world with cold eyes.

Afro comforted herself bitterly, trying hard to raise the corners of her lips and appear more optimistic.

But no matter how much she deceived herself, she knew——

Grace, who loves me so much, indulges me so much, and is so hypocritical, how could she bear to see me so sad and keep it hidden from me?

He rubbed his cheek against the emerald green earring, as if he could feel the girl's scent in this way.

Clear tears could not help but slip down from her eyes, and Afro stood in the dark bedroom sobbing silently.

This kind of Grace is really bad.

So bad that it's disgusting, so bad that he should be punished by the pastor for lying.

If I lie, I will never forgive Grace in my life...

I will spend my whole life punishing liars for the goddess.

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Nora: Who the hell are you calling a dog?

Grace: ?

Nora: Woof woof woof!

114. Giving her flowers is giving her your heart

Grace lay quietly beside the witch's bed, with a hot, wet towel on her plump, smooth forehead.

Her health was still bad after the time travel and she was sick, but Grace had gotten used to it.

The weak and feverish body was on the verge of collapse, and anyone with a clear mind knew that the most important thing to do now was to take good care of himself.

But Grace is different. She has reasons to want to and have to go out.

First, she needed to extort a little something from the owner of the Koda Casino, a little gold and a little connections.

If it was just an ordinary explosion, the casino would have made Nora lose all her money, but a princess disappeared here... the seriousness of the matter is another matter.

In any case, the casino owner must be in a very difficult situation now.

The magic drink developed by Nurji, which is similar to the real-life "cow", will require some angel funds when it is first sold.

So where does the money come from? Of course it is impossible to beg for mercy from Victoria.

Grace thought for a long time and decided to target the gamblers who were squandering money in the casino.

A big gambler, when only one copper coin is left, still wants to make back all his wealth in one go.

So Grace needs the connections of casino members.

What she had to do now was to go back and act as a timely help to the owner of the Koda Casino - to tell him that she knew the whereabouts of Her Highness Grace.

Of course, it's in disguise.

Second, she needs to find out the attitudes of the people around her.

Victoria's thoughts were so contradictory that they seemed to be cut off somewhere. She wanted to protect herself, but she was always wary of herself.

Her attitude is very subtle and requires in-depth observation.

And...Afro's attitude.

Grace felt a headache when she thought of this.

A little white flower as pure and innocent as her, who grew up in a greenhouse, would probably be very sad when faced with the question of life and death.

Grace always remembered the girl's slightly shining eyes and the crystal clear tears that flowed from them in the dark bedroom.

delicate and charming.

Is she the only one who worries about herself in this gaming world?

Grace couldn't help but have such a subtle thought.

Ah, no, Grace thought again of the maids in the palace who seemed very friendly to her.

They should also be worried about Grace, but she is only the original fifth princess.

However, Grace seemed to have the answer to the question in her heart.

The winter sun brings light to all living things, but it always has a pale and cold feeling.

Nora stood quietly by the bed, facing the light, looking at Grace with her eyes downcast, and said:

"Your Highness Grace, although this is a bit rude, I hope you can eat some food first."

"People who are sick need to eat more so they can get better faster."

Her slender arms held the iron silver tray.

Grace saw a fresh cheese sandwich on it and some apples cut into small pieces.

At first glance, the taste is very light, which suits my taste.