Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

It’s just that Grace usually has no desire to eat, and this is even more so after she fell ill.

"no need……"

Nora silently picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of toast and slowly put it to her lips.

"You should eat something."

Grace glanced at Nora, who was leaning towards her.

She still had the same icy face as before, no different, but a person's eyes can reflect so many psychological changes.

Nora's eyes were soft now.

"A little, then."

Grace's unhappy face was pale with a sickly red. She licked her lower lip and finally took a bite obediently.

Then, she chewed hard, and before she swallowed, she used her fork to pick up a piece of toast from her lips.

It felt like feeding a child.

Grace glanced at Nora with a slight frown.

"After this bite, take three more bites."

Nora's expressionless face only shows coldness. If she were to coax a child, she would probably be regarded as a weirdo from somewhere.

Is this a maid's duty?

Grace followed Nora's request and swallowed the sandwich with distinct toast and bacon on the fork.

Nora expertly cut off another piece and stabbed a large chunk with her fork.

This is really like coaxing a child, the amount in one mouthful is almost as large as half of the face.

Two bites indeed.

Grace was still dizzy, but she felt Nora's strong sense of negative boundaries.

Although Nora is smart and calm, she is also very independent and self-centered, and is actually very difficult to control.

Grace put the toast close to her lips and chewed it expressionlessly. Her cheeks, which originally had clear lines, were completely bulged into a round frog shape.

Grace swallowed them with great effort.

"Your Highness, drink some water."

Nora thoughtfully handed a glass of water to her lips. If she hadn't kept a straight face the whole time, I would have thought she was secretly happy.

Grace suddenly drank a glass of water, and only called out the girl's name after she had regained her strength.

"Nora."

"Your Highness, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Nora put away her plates and leaned over to listen to Grace's request.

"I've said before that you don't have to do too much in life. I can take care of eating, bathing and sleeping by myself. What I need you to do is not to take care of my daily life, but to be my eyes behind the scenes."

Grace raised her head, her eyes, red from illness, stared straight at Nora, clear and rational.

"I won't care what hobbies you have or what you want to do, but you must maintain the glory of the name Grace."

"If you want to make potions, I will support you, and you can be a free bird."

"I will also help you, and let you personally trample under your feet those who have bullied and betrayed you. Everything is possible."

"But I don't want you to try to pry or try anything deeper."

“Be my eyes, but don’t open them.”

Grace knew that this was a bit cryptic, but she felt that a smart girl like Nora would understand.

Humans are creatures with the desire to share and vent. Language is a form of venting. If it is not spoken out loud, it will definitely bloom in the mind.

What's going on in Nora's mind must be extremely exciting.

"I understand, Your Highness."

The girl placed the dinner plate quietly on the witch's desk. She was as dull as a piece of wood.

It was so dull that even if you hit it hard with a stick, there would be no response.

"But why did Her Highness Grace choose me?"

But she asked this question unexpectedly, and then turned and stared at Grace.

Grace felt dizzy, but her mind remained clear.

She answered Nora's question very rationally.

"Because you took my earrings, and you seem to have mastered some pretty good illusion techniques. You're also very calm and rational."

Noila's eyebrows jumped slightly, and she asked seriously, "Don't you have any other ideas?"

"No."

Grace seemed a little tired. Her flushed face leaned on the side of the bed, and the scabbed scars on her slender white neck were exposed.

"By the way, where are my earrings?"

"I stored it in a safe place. It's not safe to keep it in the bedroom."

Nora stared at her neck for a long time, as if she was thinking about something.

Grace then remembered that such evil servants would appear in Nora's house at any time and anywhere.

At a certain moment, take away what belongs to her.

But when she thought about Nora's illusion ability, Grace felt that Nora was not actually that weak.

Perhaps she was just looking down on the world like a god watching from the sidelines.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Grace nodded in understanding.

The pressure Nora put on Grace made people feel neither good nor bad.

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

She responded to her master considerately like any ordinary maid, with her slender hands folded in front of her abdomen, looking polite and respectful.

"When I go out to buy medicine today, I will help you see Miss Afro and bring your earrings back."

When Grace thought of Afro, she felt dizzy again and she slowly closed her eyes.

Like a flowing cat, he quietly burrowed into the bed, wrapped himself up in the quilt like a catworm, turned his back to Nora, and coldly left a sentence worth pondering,

"Norah, if she's sad, buy her a bunch of flowers. She's at St. Varissy's."

"What kind of flower is it?"

"Yellow hyacinth." - Grace said in a low nasal voice.

……

"Boss, what does the yellow hyacinth flower mean?"

Nora couldn't help asking as she saw the beautiful florist wrapping the blooming fresh hyacinths into a bouquet.

The small shop is filled with pots of colorful and gorgeous flowers.

The fantasy world of the imperial capital is relatively cold. For a world with magic, it is not uncommon to see flowers blooming in winter.

"Miss, yellow hyacinths mean happiness and contentment."

The lady boss handed over the fragrant bouquet with a beautiful smile.

"However, if a woman gives it to a man, it means: I feel very happy because of you."

Do I feel happy because of you?

Nora felt Grace's inexpressible sincerity in every detail of life.

She clearly said that she didn't care about anyone.

"People who care about these things but pretend not to care are the most boring type."

Lucia's flirtatious voice sounded again in my mind.

She always likes to add a personal value to something, even a dog passing by will be commented on by her.

Of course Nora also knew that Lucia was not a talkative person, but because her mental activities were directly connected to her own mind, all her delusions had to be heard even if she didn't want to.

"really."

Nora agreed, saying that if you like someone, you should express it. Why keep it in your heart?

Lucia's voice was high, "Indeed, I'm talking about you!"

Nora couldn't believe what she heard, "Me?"

"Didn't you say you weren't interested in Grace? Why would someone care about the meaning of a flower when buying one?"

Lucia didn't even show any mercy, and her arrogant tone didn't show any fear of being silenced by someone.

The expression on her face twitched slightly, like a pet being grabbed by the scruff of the neck and unable to struggle anymore, and Nora was too lazy to argue.

"Thank you, Madam."

She skillfully blocked out the witch lady, thanked the boss quietly, and then left the flower shop.

……

The space teleportation array was recently repaired under Lucia's guidance.

Because the bedroom was unsafe and inconvenient to carry, Nora hid Grace's earrings with her adoptive mother Denise.

Adoptive mother Denise's home is also in the west end of St. Wallis.

According to the distance of the relationship, Nora first bought flowers, then went to the doctor to get the potion, went to see her adoptive mother Denise, got her earrings, and finally went to the church.

Adoptive mother Denise's condition has gradually recovered after receiving potion treatment.

But there is still a long way to go before complete recovery, and the gold coins deposited with the doctor are almost not enough.

Because she had tried to sell the emerald earrings before, Nora used a thin cord to pass through the ring holes and decorated them into a necklace.

Considering that to reach the church, one has to cross a civilian street, and the security on the civilian street is not very good and there are often pickpockets, Nora hung the emerald earring around her neck.

As for the question about Hyacinth, Nora thought that based on Grace's tone at the time, "if" meant "must".

When all these things were done, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for believers to go to church freely.

In front of the church, believers dressed in silk and satin and in coarse linen came in and out. The fact that two classes of people could gather together at the same time always gave people a sense of unreality and trance.

Nora was feeling a subtle curiosity as she was about to meet Miss Afro.

She had seen that clean and holy girl in Francis, with long blonde hair, and every move she made seemed as if she was crowned with holy light.

Nora hugged Hyacinth tightly in her arms, lowered her eyes and looked at the shadow stretching out from the gate, then she stepped into the church.

There were many people in the church, but few had a temperament as outstanding as Miss Afro's.

Therefore, Nora found Miss Afro, whom Grace cared about, at a glance.

She was surrounded by several nuns and believers on one side of the church column. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she nodded from time to time to express her agreement with other people's opinions. She was gentle and friendly.

Those emerald green eyes seemed to be able to speak, always accepting people in their eyes with full satisfaction. Even just a glance gave people the illusion that their body and mind were cleansed.

What a dazzling girl.

Nora kept holding the bouquet and watched her talk with the believers for a long time.

Lucia was muted early on because Nora was afraid that she would say something excessive to the goddess Versus in the church.

Finally, after saying goodbye to the believers, Aphrodite walked towards the corridor beside the statue of the goddess. She pushed open the yellow-brown door like a silent ghost.

Finally having some time alone, Nora felt it was time to hand Hyacinth over to her, so she followed quietly.

The long and narrow corridor was empty and extremely quiet, with the heavy wooden door blocking out the noise in the church.

Therefore, when Nora entered, she heard a sobbing sound as small as a mosquito, mournful and pitiful.

Nora poked her head out and saw Afro covering his eyes, with his back to the wall, digesting his sorrow alone.

Are you crying for Grace's disappearance?