Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Before she could ask, Afro cautiously sensed the presence of someone.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears and the dejection on her face, and then returned to her original sunny appearance.

"Is there anything I can help you with, this believer?"

That kind of intense sadness can be clearly felt without even having to say it.

That is the feeling of being loved, the precious emotion that there is always someone thinking of you and crying for you.

Nora stood in the backlit shadow and pursed her lips.

She hugged the bouquet tightly in her hands, feeling an indescribable mood, as if the mood was slightly sour, like water soaked in lemon.

She doesn't envy others for having towering buildings or millions of gold, but she only envies the fact of being loved.

She knew too well that the pain that was evident on the surface was far less than the tears that were secretly hidden in the corner.

Afro should also care about the princess very much.

What a great relationship.

"This believer?"

It was not until Afro's voice once again reached Nora's ears that the girl came to her senses.

Nora took a long breath and calmed down.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Afro Argerich?"

Afro nodded, "Yes."

"I was asked to give you a bunch of yellow hyacinths."

"hyacinth……"

Afro's tearful face frowned slightly. She seemed to realize something and walked towards Nora anxiously, stepping on the sunlight between light and shadow.

"Miss, can we sit down and talk for a while?"

115. Afro betrayed his faith

Girls like Afro are the most likable.

There is neither the fatigue and maturity of an adult, nor the excessive childishness of a young child.

Even though he was just in a sad stage, it was difficult to conceal the holiness and sunshine emanating from his pure heart.

Nora felt an enviable emotion as she watched the people running towards her, shuttling between light and shadow, like a drowning person finding a ray of hope.

But Nora Francis knew she wasn't good with words.

She and Miss Afro had nothing to say to each other.

"I'm sorry, Miss Afro Argerich, I have something else to do later and don't have time to chat with you."

Nora heard the cold words coming out of her mouth.

She knew how such words would be a torture to a young girl who was full of expectations.

"It doesn't matter……"

Afro's running footsteps stopped one meter away. She stood in the dark shadow, like a child who was at a loss after being blamed, and the smile on her face was barely maintained.

"If you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'm just curious. Really curious... who sent it?"

Grace's only request was to see if she was sad, and she asked me not to tell her name.

So even though the girl in front of him was already heartbroken.

Nora still answered calmly, "I don't know."

Afro's smile was uglier than her cry. She put her palm on her chest, as if she was testing someone on the edge, and asked with a trembling voice:

"Um...wait a minute, I think I saw you at Francis's house, by the corridor, right?"

Only then did Nora realize that she seemed to have made a fundamental mistake - she did not use illusion to disguise herself.

But it didn't matter, Grace just asked that her name not be told.

Once recognized, there is no need to deny it.

So Nora nodded and admitted frankly, "Yes."

The expression on Afro's face was unimaginably complicated, and the light in her clear eyes seemed to be suddenly infused with vitality and brightened up.

"Then you, then you, then you... Never mind, thank you."

She stammered as she tried to say something, her long eyelashes drooping, and finally asked carefully,

"Can you tell me your name?"

Her eyes are full of waves, as if she is a lost deer that can't find its way home. Anyone who sees her will feel pity for her.

"No."

Nora wanted to tell her, but in the end she still rejected her like a robot.

Disappointment was instantly visible in his eyes, but Afro still took a step forward.

She clenched her fists, as if unwilling to give in, and continued to ask what was on her mind.

"Excuse me, is your name Nora Francis?"

"No."

Nora decisively denied the girl again, and it would be a bit too much to say any more.

“That’s all I can answer.”

Nora handed over the yellow hyacinths blooming in winter. She always fulfilled her duties as a personal maid and observed Afro from the perspective of an observer.

"what……"

The blonde girl let out a long sigh, which contained complex emotions including relief, confusion, and unwillingness.

Afro finally raised her head and carefully took the beautiful hyacinths. She looked at Nora and said sincerely, as if she had decided to give up something and let it go.

"Please help me say this to the person who sent me the flowers..."

It was a mixture of emotions that was hard to taste, but Nora could understand her emotions.

However, the words suddenly paused, Avro's breathing froze, and her pupils trembled, as if the scene in a nightmare was reappearing.

"Thanks……"

Nora could feel Afro's suppressed emotions throughout the whole process, which gradually accumulated like sand in a glass.

But after that last glance, Nora heard a crisp snapping sound.

Something shattered into pieces in an instant, and at the same time, the light gathered in the emerald green pupils completely dimmed.

Afro's brows dropped suddenly in disbelief, followed by incomprehensible anger.

Why do you show such emotions? Is there something wrong with you?

Nora didn't quite understand, but nodded in agreement.

"Well, I'll pass it on for you. Then, I'll be leaving first."

The door closed heavily and Nora left quietly.

Afro was the only one left in the long and narrow corridor.

She leaned against the wall, neither sad nor happy, like a porcelain doll that would break if touched.

Her beautiful eyes were dazed and dejected, and her arms were tightly holding the yellow hyacinth in her hands.

Crystal clear tears slid down the fair skin unconsciously, leaving a clear tear mark.

For a long, long time, Afro seemed unaware that she was crying.

She uttered a final sigh and wiped away her tears with her slender fingers.

Fortunately... Her Royal Highness is still alive.

However, Grace's choice was clear.

She also gave her mother's relics to the girl with long chestnut hair. No, should she call her "Nora"?

"what……"

Afro chuckled to himself.

She had never thought that someone could occupy a small corner in Grace's heart like herself.

The girl tightly grasped the emerald green earrings around her neck, raised her head, squinted her eyes to resist the dazzling winter sun outside the window, and it seemed that some seeds of unwillingness in her heart were slowly sprouting under the sunlight.

What kind of mood did Grace have when she gave it to Nora?

Afro could clearly remember that snowy afternoon in winter when Grace said in an annoying yet mysterious way: "Because it looks like your eyes."

She included Nora in her plans but never considered herself.

Afro is not the only one chosen by Grace...

There are so many questions that I want answers to, but they are all weighed down in my pounding heart.

Afro was still in shock, because Her Highness Grace always had things she wanted to do.

She couldn't use her own selfish desires to break Grace's plan, so she could only bury her repressed emotions in a shadow that no one knew about, and bury them in her tears.

Afro took a long time to recover until he heard four dull and long bell sounds.

She pushed the door open and faced a tall and solemn statue of a goddess praying.

However, this time, Afro completely found that he could no longer look into the goddess' eyes.

She couldn't help but laugh softly, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help but quietly cover her blurry vision.

It's ridiculous that the nun actually began to feel ashamed of her faith.

……

Nora didn't stay outside for too long. She visited some magic material stores as quickly as possible and finally returned quickly to the witch tree house.

When Francis returned, the family servants were carrying supplies of all sizes, busy as fish swimming around, one wave after another.

It seems that they are preparing for the engagement party the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the whole family was busy and anxious about this, so Nora did not see the head maid Kelly blocking her door and causing trouble like she did in the past.

Or? She doesn't dare?

Nora didn't think much about it, she just collected some of the magic instruments in the bedroom and moved them to the witch tree house.

When Nora hurriedly pushed open the door of the witch's bedroom, Grace was lying on the bed with a sickly flushed face.

She closed her eyes tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She tried to wrap herself up, but she could not resist the torture of the illness and kept on gasping softly.

Grace, whom Miss Afro loved so much, was too weak.

Like snow in hot areas, precious but easy to melt.

"Your Highness Grace, are you okay? I bought you a potion, please be patient for a while."

Nora couldn't help but speed up her pace and walked towards the bed.

Swish, the pair of red eyes opened, still maintaining strength despite her weakness, as if she would never show a vulnerable moment.

"Aphrodite...how is it?"

Grace's voice was more cautious than ever before.

Nora was a little stunned. In her mind, Lucia's voices of "coming a step late" and "someone else got there first" kept ringing in her mind.

I have never had this thought.

She ignored these words and answered honestly like an honest robot.

"Miss Afro was very sad and wanted to talk to me, but I refused her and didn't tell her my name."

This made all of Grace's tenacity deflated like a ball. She used her white arms to cover her red eyes, seeming to be escaping from reality.

"Got it, you did a great job, Nora, put the medicine by the bed and get out."

Nora, an emotionally marginalized person, was ordered to leave.