Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

She bent down and lifted up the hem of Grace's skirt. At the same time, she remembered that the girl's ankle seemed to be inconvenient, so she folded her cane and umbrella and handed it to Grace.

"Your Highness, the cane."

Nora was walking on the busy street, and she heard Lucia's angry words coming out of her mind.

"Why aren't you grateful for the potion I gave you? Do you still regard me as your teacher?"

Nora didn't answer this time. She just stared at Grace as she turned her head and took the cane with a slightly bright look in her eyes.

As if completing the signing of some kind of contract, he clenched it tightly in his five white fingers, and then moved forward.

……

I have never eaten any particularly delicious food since I was a child.

Occasionally, I could only eat greasy and meaty dishes at Francis family banquets or my father’s birthday parties.

Of course, although Nora likes to eat those exquisite and delicious foods, she is not rare.

Food is just food, and eating it in the cold winter will only convert into calories.

As long as you are in the kitchen in the summer, the food will not go bad.

Nora sat hesitantly on the expensive and soft goose down cushioned chair. Her expressionless face could not hide her panicked eyes that were darting around, and her skin was slightly red.

A faint fragrance lingered in Godia's private room, and the table was filled with a variety of rich dishes, clear red wine, swaying candlelight, and bright flowers.

Elegance, along with the quiet piano sounds coming from outside the door from time to time, filled the entire box.

She looked at the expensive dishes on the table, poked the steak with a fork, but was afraid to eat.

“It should be very expensive…”

Grace sat nearby, on the table she sat was a piece of white bread that was not befitting of her status, and a half-empty glass of red wine that looked like blood.

"The money is all yours. There will be many more days like this in the future. You will trample Francis' people under your feet, and you will enjoy a better life."

She supported her head with her hands and looked at Nora tiltedly, like one of those elegant "gentleman" in novels who wanted to make a beautiful woman smile.

Those clear red eyes were like a beacon storing the light of the soul, never going out and always shining.

Nora just felt that even if Grace fell into madness, she would never lose her goals and pursuits.

She is like a witch who has lived for a thousand years, so that everyone is childish in front of her.

Nora held back the restlessness in her body that she wanted to vent. Her throat moved slightly. She held the fork tightly and asked,

"Your Highness Grace, why... do you treat me like this? Am I worthy of anything?"

"How many times have I said that?"

Grace didn't react much. She picked up a large shrimp from the porcelain plate and peeled the shell as if she was killing time.

"Because you are calm and smart, you can cast illusions, and you have no one to rely on, so you are the most suitable chess piece and servant to be used."

For some reason, even though it was said so bluntly, Nora didn't find it offensive.

On the contrary, such honesty made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Highness." - Nora spoke from the bottom of her heart.

Yes, in this case, there is no need to worry about Denise’s illness.

"By the way, can this money be used to buy Sun Crystals? The kind that can remove the curse on you and me."

Grace asked nonchalantly as she expertly peeled a shrimp with her slender fingers.

"The price of Fiery Sun Crystal at the auction house usually starts from several hundred thousand gold coins..."

Nora's voice, which had sounded like a machine, became increasingly low.

"It's a bit expensive indeed, so let's just grab it."

Grace slowly placed the shelled shrimp on Nora's plate, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, like a leopard ready to pounce.

Isn’t this too overbearing…?

Noila looked at Grace in disbelief, but couldn't help but laughed softly.

But, isn't Her Highness Grace such a person?

"Then is there any sign of this soul-stealing curse being triggered?"

Nora felt as if something was about to burst out, surging through the blood vessels in her body, spreading silently from her neck to her eye sockets.

Then, the vision in front of him was suddenly covered with a striking blood-red color, and the desire to destroy everything surged in his heart.

Nora felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. She knew that the soul-stealing curse had taken effect.

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To be honest, I tossed and turned last night, weighing the pros and cons for the whole day, and was ready to cut off this book.

This book is terrible in terms of performance, including my own writing style. Of course, I also know that it is because of my poor writing skills that I boldly challenge an unfamiliar field.

I paced around the house for two hours today, and finally decided to pick it up and finish writing. I don’t want to think about cutting the book anymore.

Ever since I started writing this book, my thought every day is how much I want to cut the book.

Writing is tiring, thinking about the plot is tiring, and posting in between is tiring. I seem to be trapped in data anxiety.

But every time I can't bear to let it go in the end. Anyway, there is no need to think about this anymore, so I might as well write more.

The rest doesn't matter.

It doesn’t matter whether you support the book or not, as long as you don’t scold me for reading pirated copies, that’s all.

119. Women commit crimes

For an excellent leader, to achieve unknown great goals, loyal backbones who are able to judge the situation and move forward together are indispensable.

Now in its infancy, Grace’s idea is to forge Nora into an elite cadre.

Of course, she did so. First, she made a promise - telling Nora that she would avenge her, and second, she gave her tangible benefits and a little bit of concern from her superiors.

After this combination of punches, any frustrated subordinate in the company will be completely loyal.

Grace also hopes that Nora can risk her life for her.

Apparently, Nora also enjoyed this approach.

She was usually taciturn and serious, but she even smiled slightly for the first time.

But this smile seemed to subtly transcend the atmosphere, like the beginning of something weird.

Grace watched Nora's blue eyes change from full of joy to horror, and gradually became stained with red blood.

If red eyes are a sign of frenzy, then my current situation is very dangerous.

The girl's delicate features were twisted into a ball of pain, veins bulged out on her round and full forehead, and her slender fingers were clenched so tightly that her skin turned pale.

The only thing she could do was to control herself and apologize guiltily, "Sorry..."

Grace's pupils shrank, and the red light of the red eyes passed before her eyes like a flashing warning light.

The situation is not good.

But she remembered that Nora once said that only the bright red blood could relieve it.

Grace's eyes moved anxiously.

The girl's slowly standing up body was reflected on the clean knife and fork on the table.

Nora covered her chest, leaned on the table, and gasped for breath. Her long chestnut hair fluttered in the wind in the elegant and luxurious box, and her beautiful eyes were a blood-red color that seemed to indicate she had lost her mind.

This is Godia's Dream, the most prosperous restaurant in the imperial capital.

If it explodes again... the follow-up treatment will be very troublesome.

Grace's pupils dilated and contracted before she decided to pick up the knife and fork on the table as quickly as possible.

But the red pupils reflected a raging flame, and Nora's slender arms, wrapped in scorching flames, came towards Grace.

Bang! Crash!

It was the sound of chairs falling and knives and forks dropping.

The sharp knife and fork held in the right hand cut across the snow-white skin without stopping for a moment.

Then, brightly colored blood flowed from his palm like a flowing red river.

As the swift magic flame approached Grace's skin, Grace was thrown onto the cashmere carpet.

Like prey about to be eaten by a giant wolf, he was pinned down.

Nora didn't give any time to react. She raised her right hand high, ready to launch the final attack to annihilate life with the new magic.

Gray's eyes darkened. She endured the pain and discomfort in her body and slapped Nora's scarlet and ferocious face with her slender and beautiful palm.

"Nora! Wake up!"

The fragile blood, representing violence, meandered down the arms like crabapple branches, and the sticky touch covered Nora's indifferent cheek.

On Nora's left cheek, a striking blood-red flower was printed.

The large patches of bright red seemed to have drawn away some violent factor that controlled the body, and Nora opened her eyes wide in a trance.

Looking at Grace, who was pinned to the carpet, her brow furrowed in pain, her right arm covered in blood, the expression on her face shattered like an avalanche.

"Sorry……"

The girl let out a whimpering apology from her throat.

……

In the upscale restaurant with elegant piano music, clinking glasses and the faint smell of incense, tranquility and comfort spread to every corner of Gotiya.

Humans are social animals. When we get together, we always like to talk about what we have seen and heard recently and ask others to comment on it to gain a sense of recognition.

Afro felt that he might have something to say, but the people he wanted to talk to were not the people in front of him.

Today is my cousin, Alisa Argerich’s birthday.

The tradition of the Rhine nobility is to hold a birthday party at home every four years, and they can choose to dine out the rest of the time.

If it were a birthday party in the past, Aphrodite would definitely pray wholeheartedly for the goddess to bless the birthday boy.

However, Grace's disappearance was like a heavy stone pressing on her heart and Afro's head.

The toes of her leather shoes kept tapping the ground. Afro looked at the white lace tablecloth and the silver knife and fork on the table. Her pupils were dilated, and she looked as confused as a tin man who had lost his heart.

The crisp chattering of young women and the soothing and sentimental ethereal piano music linger in my ears.

Cousin Alyssa was talking animatedly with her friend.

For a girl who is in the mood for love, the gossip dessert before dinner is undoubtedly which handsome, elegant and wealthy boy.

Cousin Alyssa nudged the woman next to her with her elbow and said, "Where is the handsome gentleman you fell in love with last time? Didn't he write back to you after he sent you to the carriage?"

"The one with brown hair?"

Miss Yuna, who was wearing a standard lady's white dress, pursed her lips and said critically,

"I feel like he's too rigid, and a die-hard follower of the goddess. His words are too wooden, and I don't like him at all."

Afro didn't like this feeling at all, it was too noisy.

But even though my cousin's friend, Miss Yuna, tried her best to deny it, her blushing face, raised eyebrows, and the girlish posture of constantly rolling the embroidered ribbon with her slender fingers all revealed signs of inexplicable sweetness.

Afro's gaze stagnated, and her emotions gradually gathered in her heart as if delayed. She came to the conclusion in a trance -

——This is a sign of love...

Afro had seen this expression before, in a floor-length mirror with a gold wire frame.

The girl with a happy face in front of her seemed to overlap with the figure in the gold-thread floor-length mirror. Afro understood what that expression meant.

I also understand that I am walking towards a wilderness path that betrays my faith. It is full of thorns and I will never be able to reach the other side of happiness in my entire life.

"Then you still say you don't like it? This beautiful dress should be worn especially for him, right?"

The two people who were in the courtship stage leaned against the leather sofa next to the dining table and talked in low voices.

Although the spring breeze has not yet arrived, spring has already arrived.

The two pointed and cast their subtle gazes on themselves.