Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"By the way, your cousin Afro is a nun, right?"

"what……?"

When Afro was called, he rubbed his hands nervously, like a timid dog that fell into a cat's nest.

"me?"

Miss Elegant put her elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly like a child full of curiosity.

"Yes, Miss Afro, can you tell me what those devout boys are thinking? I made an appointment with him alone this afternoon..."

For those who are in an ambiguous period, it seems that every moment is a happy and sweet time.

Thinking of the bunch of hyacinths of unknown meaning and the beautiful Miss Nora, Afro felt as if a tiny thorn had pierced his heart.

"Well... they are almost the same as normal people, except that devout believers will be more enthusiastic and kind. I think for anyone, as long as they treat each other sincerely, the people they like will naturally come together..."

Afro lowered her eyes, but her holy and clean voice gradually became low because of someone, like a wounded little animal.

As a nun, as a nominated candidate for the Saint, you should devote your whole heart to the Goddess.

Having sex before marriage, or even falling in love with someone or having a more intimate relationship with someone, is a betrayal of faith.

But this kind of emotion of liking something is not something that an individual can control, like the wind gently blowing through the wind chimes, ding-ding-ding, but never leaving a reason.

But before he could finish his words, there was a crisp sound of knives, forks, bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground, as if the table was overturned. The crackling sound should be that porcelain and silverware fell all over the floor.

As a music restaurant, Godetia's Dream is not really noisy, and the people who come here to eat are undoubtedly gentlemen and ladies.

Afro's table was right next to a private room on the first floor, and he could vaguely feel the scattered parts of it.

"What happened?"

Afro glanced at them with a little concern, and exchanged glances with Alisa and Miss Yuna who were sitting opposite.

"do not know."

Cousin Alyssa shook her head and said, “Maybe something was broken? Let’s continue chatting?”

Afro felt uneasy and had a bad feeling rising in his chest.

The woman's first instinct is urging her to open the closed carved door and open the Pandora's door hidden there.

She covered her chest, not knowing why it was beating so fast, and forced herself to join in the conversation with her cousin.

But Afro's peripheral vision always fell on the door which was less than two meters away because of his burning beating heart.

Not much time passed, and during the conversation, the mysterious door finally opened.

She saw an anxious figure rushing out, as if racing against time.

Afro didn't care at first, but the next second, it was like a strong wind blowing through, blowing her broken heart into pieces.

Afro saw Nora, who had been on Her Highness Grace's mind for a long time.

Why is Nora here? Why do I run into her everywhere?

The girl couldn't help but have a question mark in her heart, and the strong emotion prompted her to stare at Nora's every move.

Her stern face was furrowed with worry, and Nora seemed like a completely broken barrier compared to before.

She strode to the front desk and anxiously asked for a roll of bandage, her steps as fast as the wind.

Perhaps because her heart was occupied by something more anxious, she didn't even close the door and went straight to the person in the box.

At a certain moment, it was as if the alarm bell in my mind was completely sounded.

A strong intuition told me that Grace must be here.

She held her breath in disbelief, her cherry-colored lips trembling as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing on them.

The ambiguous and hazy words Alyssa said could no longer be heard clearly, and Afro moved to the side just to be able to observe the situation in the box more clearly.

A slender woman in a black dress sits on a chair in a semi-tilted posture.

Nora was half-kneeling, carefully and gently wrapping the woman's fair and beautiful palm with bandages.

Drops of bright red blood flowed down the skin that had no idea what sunlight was, and spread on the wool carpet.

It was a mess, with knives, forks and broken porcelain scattered all over the floor, like a chaotic battlefield.

The long-haired woman's delicate features did not resemble Grace's.

But Afro's heart sank suddenly, and her inexplicable persistence was instantly shattered by the intimate and gentle actions.

The woman who was sitting on the chair because of her injury seemed to sense his burning gaze and turned her head around.

The two looked at each other from a distance, facing the cold, noisy air.

One glance for thousands of years.

In a flash, the woman turned her head to the other side like a fleeing rabbit.

She even pulled her slender, white and smooth hands away from Nora's hands, feeling guilty as if she had been electrocuted, and at the same time gently pressed the girl's head with her left hand as if to drive her away.

Is it a performance for yourself?

Afro's pupils suddenly contracted, and her five fingers tightly grasped the leather sofa.

She was sure in an instant - it must be Grace! !

And Grace was injured?

But the following action made Afro's heart completely cold, as if it was drenched in cold water on a bitter winter day.

The disguised Grace tried to stand up, apparently wanting to close the door.

Norah's face was full of astonishment, and at the same time she pressed the female body more actively. She touched Grace's forehead affectionately with the back of her hand.

At the same time, he looked out the door, then stood up in place of Grace and delicately closed the door of the secret box.

Nora's movements were gentle and silent.

What will they talk about in there?

do not know.

Why do you hide it from yourself? Why do you get hurt? Does it hurt?

Afro had an urge to open the door and ask why, but was held tightly by the five fingers pressed against her chest.

Grace... must have something important to do...

Don't become a burden.

Her mood was like a towel that was constantly rolled up and tightened, suppressed and twisted, and then the tears could not help but accumulate in Afro's eyes.

But...if, if I fall in love with someone else, what should I do?

Could you please not exclude me, Grace?

Like an abandoned rag doll, Afro leaned against the sofa with his head tilted and looked dejected.

In response to her cousin Alyssa's caring words, she could only nod or shake her head as if there was a leak in the air.

After a long, long time, the door hidden with secrets opened again.

Afro saw Grace and Nora walking out side by side.

Especially when Nora carefully leaned close to Grace's shoulder, the bright glass light shone down, making the two of them look radiant.

They are partners who walk side by side with you, people you can rely on, and people you will never push away...

It is a relationship that excludes oneself.

It is Grace who is monopolized by someone.

The two figures turned sideways, and Avro looked at each other with such clear eyes in the air again, and time seemed to have been stretched to an infinite length.

But this time, Grace did not stop for herself, like a stranger passing by in a hurry.

Afro only felt a sense of grievance and bitterness spreading from the tip of her nose, and her eye sockets were stained with a red color like pear blossoms in the rain under the influence of emotions.

……

"Your Highness, are you really not going to say anything to Miss Afro?"

Nora asked carefully as she stepped on the red-carpeted steps of the stairs, consciously holding up the hem of Grace's skirt.

Grace's hurried footsteps paused for a moment at this moment, and then moved forward cleanly and neatly.

Without even turning her head, she answered decisively,

"…There is no need to say anything. I have already handed Hyacinthus to her."

Nora couldn't help but whispered,

"But Miss Afro doesn't know your plan, and for her it feels like she's been abandoned."

Nora didn't care about the people and things that Her Highness Grace cared about, she just wanted to fulfill her responsibilities as a subordinate and help Grace.

"so what?"

Grace turned her head for the first time, and there was a hint of sharpness in her beautiful red eyes, like some kind of silent interrogation.

Realizing that what she said was wrong, Nora quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I crossed the line."

But Grace didn't really mind.

She now wants to maximize Nora's loyalty, so she can tolerate Nora's offense to a certain extent.

Grace lowered her eyes and pondered for two seconds, but she couldn't help looking back at Godetia behind her. Finally, as if she was angry with someone for choosing a belief, she ordered,

"Let's go to the Imperial Alchemy Institute now."

Yes, what Grace had to do was to ask Nurky for the prototype of the magic drink so that she could use it to trick those rich suckers at the VIP banquet with Boss Donald.

As for Afro...

Grace glanced at someone's status bar in a trance, and her temples began to ache slightly.

There's no need to tell her...she'll still choose faith, won't she?

People are always greedy, always wanting everything and the best, but how can you have your cake and eat it too?

120. Brother, take me to see her

Although the term "alchemy institute" seems to be closely related to medicine.

But there is a difference between the Imperial Alchemy and ordinary doctors' alchemy.

Potions used for human body enhancement and magic training require an outstanding level of magical perception, while potions used for healing only require an ordinary level of magical perception.

The degree of magic perception is divided into five levels: none, ordinary, outstanding, extraordinary, and sacred.

Nurkic's talent is at an outstanding level, above average, not too outstanding.

But fortunately he worked hard enough.

Alchemy requires the constant use of magic. He studied different magical materials and different alchemy control techniques day and night, and gradually became an excellent alchemist.

The alchemy badge of a high-level alchemist is often hung on a wide robe. Its shape is three tough magic herbs cast from gold, and the workmanship is exquisite and unique.

But Nurkic always loses that thing easily.

In the magic alchemy room filled with various glass conical bottles, the raging flame on the black metal alchemy table had just gone out.

He rolled up his wide magic sleeves, dipped a specially made silver mixing stick into the magic potion condensate that was still emitting black smoke from the alchemy table, took a sip, and felt the magic power surging in it.

Nurkic frowned, put his index finger on his chin and thought hard.

"The amount of magic power is not right. Perhaps we should increase the amount of scarlet shoreflower to 30 ml?"

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door, and then a senior from the alchemy institute gently knocked on the locked door.

"Nurki Argerich. Someone is looking for you outside. They say it's important."

What's the important thing? Is it about my father or Aphrodite? Or is it about Her Majesty the Princess?

"exist."

Nurkic reluctantly put down the mixing stick in his hand.

But when he slowly opened the door, he saw two beautiful women whom he had never met before standing behind his senior teacher, Mr. Felson, from the Alchemy Institute.

An elegant woman in a black gauze dress and a maid with a serious and cold face.