Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro didn't understand why Grace told everyone but kept it from herself.

why?

Is it true that I am not important at all in her heart?

At the thought of this possibility, Afro's breathing became almost unsteady and trembling. Endless confusion and anger penetrated into her trembling body through every pore.

From the moment I received the news until now, the strings of my rationality have been stretched taut for several days.

At this moment, it is completely broken.

And then—a slender, white hand pinched Nurkic's shoulder.

"Brother, take me to see her."

Afro raised her head, her emerald green eyes like some kind of beast trapped in a cage, slamming the iron door with her sharp claws, trying to break free.

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Next chapter, confront Grace! Severely suppressed!

ps: I came up with the title!!! It will basically be realized in the next few chapters, don’t accuse me of cheating with the title anymore!!

121. Afro's Onslaught Was a Great Success

Various conical bottles were placed on the cold alchemy table, and a strange medicinal smell emanated from the black alchemy pot.

The carved wooden windows were closed, the warm lights kept out the biting cold wind of the winter night, and the faint moonlight shone quietly.

Grace always felt that the atmosphere tonight was very subtle, and maybe something would happen.

She stood up from the soft leather sofa and began to look around the alchemy room boredly.

In the middle of the alchemy room is a tall alchemy table used for heating, and on the left is a wall-length bookshelf made up of ancient parchment and reddish-brown hardcover books.

On the right is a vertical wooden storage cabinet used to hold potion materials, and on the windowsill connected to the full moon is a purple plant that looks like a rice ear.

In the transparent locker, Grace also saw props similar to those of a "witch doctor", such as a medicine box, bloodletting needles, and a stethoscope.

In Grace's memory, Nora herself was also very interested in alchemy. She saw Nora tinkering with a black smelting pot similar to a clay pot several times.

Grace folded her hands against the red painted wall, looking at Nora who seemed to have strayed into a new world, and said,

"Nora, if you have any ideas, I can arrange for you to study here in Nuerki... I remember that you should be quite interested in alchemy."

"Your Highness Grace...thank you."

Nora turned her head, folded her hands in front of her stomach, hesitated for a long time like a little animal with nowhere to go, and finally lowered her head and apologized softly,

"I'm sorry about what happened before. Your Highness, does your hand still hurt?"

Grace knew she was referring to the matter of Godetia's Dream.

To be honest, the pain from the silver knife and fork cutting my skin is still there, and it's still as painful as if it were corroded by sulfuric acid.

But for Grace, she had experienced even more heart-wrenching pain, which could even be said to be the easiest part of her miserable life.

All you need to do is endure the pain and not worry about anything else. It is a kind of compassion and mercy.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter."

Grace waved her left hand, signaling Nora not to worry about it.

The delicate hand, as delicate as a sculpture, was now wrapped in a black patterned lace glove. From the outside, one would have no idea that the soft palm was wrapped in a bandage covered in bright red blood.

Nora took a cautious step forward. She wanted to reach out her hand, and her five fingers as slender as green onion nodes opened and closed, wanting to touch Grace's forehead. Finally, she slowly turned her head and turned into a slightly cold concern.

"Your Highness, do you still feel hot...?"

Previously in Godetia's Dream, she tried to feel Grace's body temperature with her hands, but was scolded in the end, so she became a little cautious now.

Grace tucked in her large mink coat to keep warm, and shook her head with her mouth drooping.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem."

No matter when, she is always like a cold white flower on a cliff that can only be seen from a distance, leaving no room for people to get close.

The good intentions of giving gifts always come with endless alienation.

"Of course, I sponsored you to study at the Alchemy Institute... because I hope that if Nurki can't do it, you can develop a more novel variety."

Nora was not good at speaking, she nodded quietly and answered like a devout servant,

"Yes, Your Highness."

There was a long silence after that.

Before leaving, Nurkic told Grace that if she felt bored, she could look at the potion recipes and some medical knowledge on the bookshelf.

Grace and Nora randomly picked two books from the bookshelf, and Nora read them with great interest.

But for Grace, it wasn't too fun.

She held the hem of her black gauze skirt with her hands and sat upright on the leather sofa.

At this moment, Grace was still in the weak stage of her illness. Even after drinking the potion, she still felt a little weak and dizzy.

The night gradually darkens as time goes by, and time passes unnoticed in the peaceful and quiet atmosphere.

Finally, there was some noise of horse hooves outside the window.

Grace's ears moved slightly, and her extraordinary hearing detected Nurkic's return.

She came to the window, placed her hands on the moonlit window, and looked down at the silver carriage with the familiar family crest, watching them stop in front of the door.

Grace did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time and returned to the sofa until there was a gentle knock on the door.

The person who took the initiative to open the door of the alchemy room was Nora, who was leaning against the wall reading a book. She pushed the door open.

The creaking sound was like the signal for the curtain to open on a drama.

"I'm back……"

Nurkic's familiar voice came from behind him.

Grace held her slightly dizzy forehead and stood up from the sofa.

The calmness and composure she should have maintained were eroded in the infinitely delayed time.

It's very strange, isn't it? Time has stopped, and the wind that rushed in from the door is as violent as a cold sea breeze, pouring into the body without any explanation.

At the same time, it also brought the person that the last person wanted to see here - the holy and kind Miss Afro.

No, it wasn't that he didn't want to see her, but he didn't know what to do with that girl who shone brighter and was more precious than gold.

Afro lowered her head. Her outfit at this moment was not much different from that in the afternoon. The simple and clean aristocratic winter skirt outlined her slender waist, and Grace's emerald earrings hung on her slender neck.

Her gaze passed straight through other insignificant bystanders, blurring the world and her vision, and she stared at Grace from afar.

Those beautiful eyes, which were originally clean and clear, now had a complexity that was difficult to interpret.

Is it fate that is controlling us?

Countless coincidences pushed me forward invisibly, and my meeting her seemed like a destiny.

Grace didn't understand the theory of fate, but she knew that Afro was very unhappy now.

A low pressure that only the two of them could feel spread like frozen ice.

"Your Highness Grace, this is a sample of the magic drink."

It was Nurkic who spoke first to break the awkward atmosphere of everyone looking at each other in confusion.

He handed over the golden and clear magic drink.

Grace finally shifted her gaze in the sudden eye contact. She took the magic drink and held the bottleneck, her face cold, trying not to reveal any emotion.

"Good job, Nurkic."

Afro seemed like an invisible person in front of her.

"This is what I should do, Your Highness..."

As a man caught between two women, Nurkic certainly sensed this unusual atmosphere.

He looked around, and finally he exhaled slowly and persuaded,

"I know this result may go against your plan, Your Highness, but I think you should talk to Afro alone."

Grace's pupils moved slightly and glanced at Afro at an extremely fast speed.

Without giving Nurkic an answer, Grace placed her slender arms on the sofa and sat down, sinking her entire soft and slender body comfortably into the sofa.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the conical bottle where the liquid was swaying slightly.

The frozen atmosphere reached its lowest point like the dark night of the soul.

Nurkic's eyes met Nora's in the cold air like a flash of lightning, and they wisely exchanged a secret signal.

Nuerki made an excuse to leave: "Your Highness, there is a new formula in Alchemy Room No. 2 that I need to look at. I will leave for a while."

"Your Highness, I'll wait for you outside the door."

Nora didn't even give any explanation. She just left like a robot and thoughtfully locked the door of the alchemy room.

Grace placed her slender arms across her forehead, taking in the unusual quietness in the air.

That’s the quiet before the storm, right?

The heels of his shoes clicked on the wooden floor, and he moved forward. Without a doubt, it was Afro who was approaching him.

Grace didn't plan to rest any longer. She placed the magic drink in her hand steadily on the table, then looked up at Afro, who was in a very bad mood.

The girl's brows were twisted into several crooked parts with a frown, and her eyes were dim, but still fixed on him longingly.

Grace knew that there was more disappointment than so-called anger.

"You...don't have anything to say to me?"

The holy and ethereal voice trembled slightly, and even had a hint of uncontrollable crying.

Will she cry…?

Grace's chest felt stuffy, with a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter and spicy emotions, and her heart was beating with a heaviness that was difficult to relieve.

"have nothing to say."

Grace lowered her eyes and pretended to be nonchalant, crossing her long legs to show the curvy lines of her hips.

"have nothing to say?"

Afro's pupils dilated in disappointment and disbelief, and her voice became sharp and unbalanced.

Her chest rose and fell violently, as if she was enduring something. She leaned down and looked directly into Grace's eyes.

"You know, I heard that you disappeared, really..."

His eyes were direct and sharp, as if he wanted to see through Grace's disguise.

Grace turned her head slightly. The cheeks were too close to each other, and her heart was filled with emptiness and guilt, so she couldn't look directly at Afro.

She frowned and brushed the hair by her ears, just wanting to quickly end this tormenting conversation. Her cold voice was also a little impatient.

"Didn't I ask Nora to bring you hyacinths?"

"so……"

The disappointment in her heart and eyes almost filled the girl's pretty face. Afro almost put his hands on Grace's shoulders and asked in disbelief,

"You think I'm mad about this?"

"if not?"

Afro's face turned pale, and her lower lip trembled involuntarily. The anger hidden in her increased exponentially at the unacceptable answer.

"Grace, you are really too..."

Her slightly red nose twitched, and she finally suppressed the emotions that were about to erupt like a volcano.

"That's pretty selfish, isn't it?"

Gray replied without hesitation and even more coldly, "I am just that kind of person."

She directly erected a stronger barrier between the two of them, and this time Afro couldn't break it in any way.

"Your anger over this is a bit irrational. I won't die so easily. No one can decide my final outcome except myself."