Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Nurki, have a good chat, I have a new material to experiment with."

Filson completed the task of leading the way, left a few words calmly, and then left in a hurry.

As the footsteps of his predecessors faded away, Nurki finally had the opportunity to meet the eyes of the two women head-on.

Well...not a sister nor a mother.

But looking at that sharp look, I always feel that it seems a little familiar?

"Two beautiful ladies, I don't think we have met before?"

Nurkic's eyebrows raised slightly, and he placed his right hand on his chest in a gentlemanly gesture without shaking hands.

The woman who was obviously the owner, used her sharp and vigilant eyes to see her senior leave the corridor. After closing the door of the alchemy room, she spoke slowly.

"Nurki, this is Grace."

The woman in the black gauze dress slowly exchanged glances with the maid behind her, and then her originally bright facial features suddenly glowed and turned into the snow-white Grace in the impression.

Hmm? Is it Her Highness Grace?

Nuerki's pupils widened, and his handsome face was full of surprise, "Your Highness Grace didn't..."

"Yes,"

Grace nodded, her eyes sweeping across every corner of the alchemy room as if inspecting it.

"But due to some special reasons, I can't show up for the time being."

After all, they are siblings. Nurky's character is as gentle and kind as Afro's. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Is that so? Afro is very sad... But if Her Highness Grace is okay now, she should feel better."

“…I’m not here to talk about her this time.”

Grace's eyebrows twitched, but the expression on her face didn't change much.

But the hand holding the parasol and the cane clenched slightly, she lowered her eyes and coldly changed the subject.

"Do you still remember the magical drink that I told you about last time that has a refreshing effect?"

"I want to ask if you have made a prototype?"

Nurkic looked at the girl in front of him who spoke directly to the point, decisively and confidently.

This is Her Highness Grace's usual style.

Nuerki heard a lot from Afro.

During dinner at home, Afro would occasionally say with great joy that Her Highness Grace was very cute, like a cat, and sometimes she would say that she was cold and a little annoying.

But if you ask Afro whether she will send flowers to Grace tomorrow, she will firmly agree.

When she learned the news that Her Highness Grace had disappeared, she curled up on the sofa as if she had been abandoned, secretly shedding tears.

If I don't tell Afulo, it will be a heavy blow to the stubborn Afulo, right?

Thinking of this, Nurkic couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he still answered Grace's question truthfully.

"Yes, there are, but the specific stimulant effect is not obvious, and the cost is relatively high."

Grace strolled into the alchemy room and pushed aside the various medical props such as a stethoscope on the brown sofa for resting.

Sitting down gracefully, he said slowly,

"It's okay. Can you give me a sample tonight?"

"The sample has been made and is now at home. I can go and get it myself later. It can probably keep me in an excited state for two hours."

Developing magic drinks is not too difficult, the instruments in the alchemy room are much more professional than those at home.

Therefore, Nurki tried to develop the formula in his free time.

But Grace showed a more urgent need than expected.

Her red eyes turned slightly, and the light in her pupils shone slightly, as if she was planning something, "Can we go get it now?"

Nurkhi looked out the window. The bright golden sunset was slowly falling from the ground. The vast sky was full of red glow. The day had come to an end again.

Argerich was not too far from the Imperial Alchemy Institute. He slowly agreed.

"Okay, it will take about forty minutes."

"Can we wait here for you?"

Nurky tried to suggest, "Her Highness Grace can take a carriage back to Argerich..."

- You can even go and see Afro, who might just be coming back from church.

This is what Nurkic didn't say, but it was all interrupted by Grace's voice as firm as steel.

"No. There's no need for that."

A cold voice, without any emotion.

Nurkic couldn't help but frown. He took out a clean cup for Grace and kindly reminded her as a brother.

"Really? Afro is very sad because of the disappearance of Her Highness Grace..."

"I already told her, it's okay."

The words were still cold, and it could even be said that Grace had already cast a sharp glare at him that was cold and a little angry, reminding him not to meddle in other people's business.

"I understand, Your Highness..."

The tea poured gently into the glass. Nurky pushed two cups of warm water in front of Grace and said hesitantly,

"But there is one more thing I want to explain to Your Highness."

"Human life is limited, and I think I have to do something for this world to keep it going."

"A highly contagious winter plague has broken out in the northeast of the empire. Three weeks later, I want to accompany Her Highness Victoria's troops to support the epidemic area in the northeast."

Nuerki took a deep breath, and his green eyes, as clear as Afro's, were filled with the light of an idealist.

Passionate and sincere.

Grace looked at his sincere and touching heart, and saw that he looked similar to Afro. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and thought for a long time before answering.

"It's okay. I understand. You just need to give me a prototype of the sample."

"Your Highness, thank you for your understanding."

Nurkic's tense breathing finally relaxed, and a heavy burden was lifted off his shoulders. He smiled a friendly and innocent smile.

"Then I'm going to go get a sample of the magic drink. You wait for me in the alchemy room."

……

It was half past six in the afternoon when Afro returned home.

The darkening night was mixed with the scattered stars, and the winter night wind blew coldly across my cheeks, like merciless slaps in the face.

Even after three full hours, she was still distraught.

During this time, Afro thought a lot.

She kept comforting herself - Her Highness Grace just had things she wanted to do.

Grace...she just...she just...

She didn't want anything unexpected to happen to the things she was in control of...

Grace she...

Grace...

It was as if all the thinking ability in my mind had disappeared, and my scattered mind was completely occupied by Grace.

Like a wandering soul, he was in a daze even when getting off the car.

"Aphrodite!"

The familiar voice belonging to my brother rang clearly in my ears.

At this moment, Afro's pupils, which had been scattered, finally gathered together as if a soul was being pieced together.

She looked up at her brother standing on the steps in front of the door.

Nurkic's tall body stood between the two golden doors, his figure upright.

He did not take off his alchemist's robe, and his broad hands firmly grasped a conical bottle filled with azure liquid.

What are you doing, brother? And that is...?

Afro frowned his long eyebrows in a complicated manner, and all the thoughts in his mind were running at high speed.

The day after my brother was injured, he began trying to develop a new potion formula at home.

Not only that, he even caught himself as a free "guinea pig" to test whether the potion suits the girl's taste for his brother.

As for the taste... it's still a bit weirdly sweet.

So, when I was first asked to try the flavor, I felt a little bit resentful.

I also asked my brother why he wanted to develop this kind of potion, but my brother said seriously that he was working for Her Highness Grace.

If I were working for Her Highness Grace, these requirements would certainly not be a big problem.

Now the key point is - from the beginning to the end, this potion was developed by my brother only for Grace, and there is no need to bring it to other people.

In fact, because of the need to keep it secret, my brother had never revealed the secret even to his friends in the alchemy lab.

Apart from Her Royal Highness the Princess, what other reason is there for my brother to make the trip in person?

Yes, the bottle of potion in front of me was clearly made for Her Highness Grace.

After deducing the correct answer, Afro's heart instantly turned cold and he fell into the darkest valley.

An indescribable feeling of suffocation gripped my throat.

As a woman, perhaps I always have an extraordinary talent in liking this thing.

Afro stepped up a step, clenched his fist nervously, and asked,

"Brother, I'm back. What are you going to do next?"

Afro narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at her brother's expression, trying to find some clues from it.

Nurky pinched the neck of the conical flask and said a little unnaturally,

"Ah... back to the alchemy factory. Just bringing potions to people."

Bringing potions to someone? Is it for Grace?

The countless possibilities that Afro had imagined in his mind all disappeared here.

"In the palace, I only trust you..." - Grace's words seemed to still echo in my ears.

Those repeated flashes of the king were like bubbles that suddenly burst in the sunlight with a "pop" and shattered into pieces like an explosion.

Likes and memories, all turned into pieces of shattered residue.

Only compared to the ashes of fireworks, they are now uglier and more unwilling.

A mixture of emotions, of being abandoned, of not being valued, of never being trusted by someone, mingled in my heart.

The emotions in the nameless anger and bitterness prompted the lips and teeth to ask words that should not be asked.

"Is it... brought to Her Highness Grace?"

"no……"

My brother was hesitant to speak, and was silent for a long time before he gave a lying answer.

Yes, brother is lying!

He had clearly just touched his nose involuntarily.

Afro was very familiar with the sign of lying.

Afro took a deep breath in a suppressed manner, and her angelic face was covered with heavy, low-pressure, thick dark clouds, as if a violent storm was about to hit.

"Anyway, you should eat first. I may not eat at home today."

Nurki gave the order, walking down the steps in a hurry, his broad shoulders about to brush against the girl.

In the slowly flowing angry time, Afro lowered her head, her female chest rising and falling unwillingly.