Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"understood."

Of course Nora didn't care, she shouldn't have been involved in the girl's emotions.

Nora quietly placed the medicine beside the bed, and leaned over to say attentively,

"Your Highness, if you need anything, you can call me. I'm practicing medicine downstairs."

She didn't care about Grace. No matter from which perspective, as a patient, she needed special care, right?

When Nora left, her footsteps were light, and it seemed as if nothing had changed between the opening and closing of the door.

Grace struggled to get out of bed. Her fever had subsided for the time being, but her mind was still groggy.

Maybe people always reveal their vulnerable side when they are sick.

When Grace was alone, she thought of Miss Irene again.

If it were Irene, what would she do when she was sick? She would turn down all her work and stay with herself without sleep.

Hold your hand tightly, or kiss your forehead or cheek without any disgust, to give you a sense of security.

They will also subdue them mercilessly, torture them like an enemy, and touch every inch of their skin.

People always have a terrible duality.

So is my trust in Miss Afulo correct now?

Is it true that she won't betray herself one day because of something?

Ah... I forgot, she still has a loyal goddess.

When faith and trust cannot coexist, who will she choose?

Grace supported herself on the head of the bed with her frail arms, panting and struggling to pick up the potion placed beside the bed, her mind wandering.

Maybe we should keep some distance and not let our guard down anymore.

Aphrodite is a natural hunter and a harmless predator.

Grace swallowed the bitter potion in one gulp. Tormented by her thoughts, she felt as if she was going through a life-or-death decision.

[Saint Aphrodite's □□□ increased to 98. 】

[System reminder to lower Saint Aphrodite's □□□ as soon as possible]

[System reminder to lower Saint Aphrodite's □□□ as soon as possible]

After sending it twice in a row, Grace could feel the urgency of the system even though she was unconscious.

It didn’t go down last time, maybe it didn’t reach the threshold, and nothing special happened.

At the same time, a sharper sound was heard, causing Grace to weakly lie on the bed and hold her head.

[System Task: Miss Saint Afro's Thoughts, please meet Saint Afro within two hours.]

Grace could no longer tell whether this was a task issued by the system or Aphrodite's idea.

Could not be completed.

She tried to get out of bed but couldn't.

Grace looked at her own decadent appearance from afar through the golden birdcage floor-length mirror in the witch's room.

His cheeks were sickly red and his eyes were dreamy and cloudy.

His clothes were disheveled, with half of his round shoulder exposed, and a scar on it that had just scabbed over was slowly oozing bright red blood.

How could I possibly go see Afro in this situation?

I shouldn't have gone to see Afro either.

It seems like there is no way to control the direction of people's hearts.

Grace lay half-leaning on the bed, letting her body begin to become light and fluttery from the pain and the torture of the system.

Not completing the task will cause unbearable pain, a feeling of the body being torn apart spreading from the ankles to the brain.

"Hahaha……"

Grace was panting, and sweat was soaking through her thin dress.

I don’t want my destiny to be controlled by anyone, and I don’t want to open my heart to anyone again.

If you can avoid intense joy, you will naturally not be sad.

The pain came like a tide, like sinking into the deep sea. Breathing became difficult and my consciousness was tortured by the pain and began to blur.

The burning sensation and the pain that felt like being beaten made people forget everything.

Not only that, but his chest was also aching slightly, as if he could feel Afuluo's sadness violently.

In the blur, someone hugged me with his body, warm and soft, like a mother's warm embrace.

"Erin...why?"

Grace couldn't help but murmur the forbidden name once again.

Nora, who was hugging Grace and patting her back, was startled. She couldn't help but mutter to Lucia curiously in her mind,

"Irene, is that Afro's name? Or Lucia, do you know that name?"

"I don't know, but I think it's Miss Afro's nickname? Why don't you just ask next time?"

"Hmm... makes sense. I'll ask next time."

Nora said, looking down at the cold and weak girl in her arms.

A crystal tear slid silently from the corner of her eye. She leaned on her shoulder, finally showing a different pitiful posture.

That cold face shows a fragility that is enough to arouse people's desire to protect it.

Nora just kept on fulfilling her duty of taking care of her master, but inevitably a little curiosity arose in her heart.

What is Grace's past like?

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The countdown to being kicked down begins.

It seems to be within chapter 1. I will try my best to sprint and get Crybaby Meng online.

Shashasha, Afro cried and asked Grace why she didn't believe in herself. It felt very nice.

Then let Nora close the door quietly! Perfect!

116. Between Master and Servant

Grace will not linger in anyone's arms.

The faint fragrance of a young girl penetrated into my nose, and my chestnut-colored hair tickled the side of my neck, making it a little itchy.

After drinking the potion, the body seemed to gradually return to normal.

Her head was still dizzy and she still felt pain, but Grace had begun to adapt.

She lay in that soft chest for a long time, and in a trance she finally realized that she had stayed in someone's arms for a long time.

Even though her hands were limp after being sick, she was still able to push away the person in front of her cleanly and neatly. Grace looked up at the expressionless girl and said from a distance,

"Thank you."

Nora seemed to be still used to Grace's alienation. She leaned over and wrung out the wet towel in the basin, saying,

"Your Highness, it's just my duty."

She raised her arm and was about to wipe Grace's smooth, sweaty forehead with the steaming hot towel, but she stopped and stretched it in front of Grace.

"Your Highness, you should do it yourself. I remember you hate my touch."

"It's not that I hate it, I'm just not used to it."

Grace took the towel and explained that she knew she had been thinking about the wrong woman in her dream, and she felt a little depressed and angry.

Noila glanced sideways, and her blue eyes seemed to notice something on Grace's neck.

She walked towards the cabinet on the desk in the bedroom and said to Grace,

"I'll move the alchemy tools to the bedroom. If you need anything, just call my name."

"I will always be here." - The girl's back is slender and frail, and even if only her back is left to Grace, it is enough to make people feel a sense of security.

It was as if she would transform into a steadfast and loyal dog.

The bedroom is an extremely private place, and animals all have a sense of territory.

Even though Nora was to be Grace's personal maid, the two of them didn't spend much time together.

"I've already taken the medicine, there's no need to do these things."

Grace had not yet completely accepted Nora's plan. She touched the slightly cold left side of her neck, and the dried blood was stuck to her skin.

"I know."

Nora opened the medicine box for bandaging wounds, turned around suddenly, and stared straight at the girl's neck.

"But Your Highness Grace, your physical condition looks very poor, and you can feel it too."

"It's not a cold, don't worry about it."

Grace remained cold, with an attitude that nothing could stir up any ripples in her eyes.

"Didn't I tell you not to pry into deeper things?"

The girl's brows were tightly knitted together as she leaned gently against the headboard. Strands of black hair stuck to the sides of her forehead and cheeks. Her snow-white collar was slightly open, looking messy yet beautiful.

"But what is the deeper thing for Her Highness Grace?"

Nora swiftly brought the medicine box to the bedside. Her tone was icy but not inhumane. On the contrary, it contained a dull sense of concern.

"My mother told me before. What a sick person needs most is companionship. Isn't this the duty of a personal maid?"

"I am here for the sake of my health. If I don't need it, I can leave."

She glanced at Grace's neck again, frowned her long eyebrows, and reminded seriously,

"And Your Highness Grace, the wound on your neck has also split open."

Grace hesitated in silence. She watched the girl take the gauze and skillfully cut it into the required shape.

During the process, just by moving my neck slightly, I could feel a splitting pain.

So Grace said, "Bandage me first."

"Yes, Your Highness. It may be a little painful, but it shouldn't be a problem for Your Highness."

Nora expertly pulled off the bandage tape and set her eyes on the wound moistened with blood.

"Your Highness, please temporarily remove the clothing on your entire right shoulder."

It wasn't an embarrassing request, and Grace wasn't one to be shy.

She unbuttoned her clothes neatly, revealing her white jade-like shoulders with distinct collarbones.

In the sunlight, the red of the blood made the skin look too pale.

"excuse me."

Nora folded her hands and bowed, then knelt quietly beside the bed and began to bandage Grace.

Her technique was gentle and skillful, and she seemed to be used to bandaging people.

Bandaging is something that requires mental concentration.

Their cheeks were very close, and Nora's long eyelashes trembled slightly, concentrating on the girl's neck.

Use your cool fingertips to gently apply the ointment to the wound.

Grace's hot breath stagnated for a moment, and all of it hit Nora's cheek.

Is this a bit ambiguous?

I was so close to the princess that I could almost see the yellowish hair on her face and the faint fragrance.

Nora couldn't help but look away a little. The scene of yesterday reappeared in front of her, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red uncontrollably.

This is not because of a crush, but because of the natural shyness caused by the atmosphere.