Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Until I stepped on her head and made it impossible for her to turn over. Being angry is a stupid behavior."

"But Aphrodite, even if you have made so many mistakes, I will still love you like a god, and that will never change."

Grace finally finished her words, and Afro finally turned around.

The heels tapped the ground, dong, dong, dong, the footsteps were full of rhythm and melody.

Afro's eyes were as cold as if he was looking at a dead person, and he chanted the holy words devoutly:

"When the hour of judgment comes, the wicked will be like chaff that the wind drives away; they will not be able to stand; neither will sinners in the assembly of the righteous."

Finally, the distance between them was only thirty centimeters.

Afro looked down at the cream cake in her hand, then looked at Grace whose hands were tied.

The neckline was wide open as the ribbon was pulled out, revealing a large area of ​​creamy chest skin.

She looked into Grace's eyes and asked expectantly:

"Your Highness Grace, besides the collar controlling you, what other abilities do you have?"

Ah, sorry, just collar control will suffice.

"I'm really curious."

In what she considered to be an equally humiliating method, Afro deliberately pulled her neckline down, low enough that one could even see her pure white lace bra and the shallow cleavage.

Afro scooped out a small piece of the cream cake with a fork, and then she wanted to... smear it on the villain's chest.

Instead of running away, the villain even pretended to be at ease.

So when you suffer the same humiliation, will you still remain calm?

Grace smiled confidently, "Afro, do you really think you can..."

But an anxious voice from outside the door interrupted Grace's words.

"Guest...Guest! You really can't go in. This is the guest's privacy. You can't go in. You really can't go in."

"The door is locked... Your Highness."

"Split it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

19.Victoria

The tense atmosphere completely disappeared after the word "Yes, Your Highness".

The two looked at each other, and at that moment they understood - there was obviously someone who was not easy to deal with outside.

The princess who was called the uninvited guest, from the sound of her voice, sounded like a woman. Her voice was soft and gentle but with a kind of silent coldness, and her pronunciation was steady and clear.

Grace winked at Afro and said, "Untie it. Someone is coming."

Afro, whose anger was forcibly extinguished, glared at Grace with disgust, but the next second, he thought about it and tore the ribbon.

The two of them started to clean up the mess at an extremely fast speed.

However, His Highness outside seemed more anxious than those inside.

The moment the ribbon was untied, there was a clang and the sound of metal smashing open the door lock was heard.

Grace thought of Afro's exposed back, and quickly picked up the coat from the ground and put it on Afro.

There were a lot of people outside, and a nun definitely didn't want to expose her back to others.

Dong, is the sound of the bronze door being roughly pushed open and hitting the wall, and pa, is the loud sound of a palm slapping against the skin.

"Do not touch me."

Afro slapped Grace neatly, and she said this coldly, took two steps back, and tucked in her white mink coat.

Then, solemn piano music, accompanied by the noise of hard armor colliding, a group of knights in silver armor came along with the breeze that opened the door.

The knights dispersed, and Grace came first with a purple skirt. The prince walked towards them gracefully and slowly.

Dong, dong, dong. The heels tapped lightly on the wood. The whole audience fell silent at the light footsteps.

A purple Winter Palace skirt, a grey cape, and bright wavy blonde hair spread out like a charming siren. Red lips, red eyes, and red hanging earrings, the colors representing danger and mystery are all gathered on her at this moment.

A silver cross hung on her slender swan-like neck, adding a holy weirdness to her dangerous temperament.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is a dangerous person.

She looked older than himself - she must be the sadistic protagonist, the third princess, Victoria.

The moment she saw herself, Victoria's brows suddenly drooped, and all the sharp edges became soft.

She almost trotted up, took Grace into her arms with great concern, and asked with concern:

"Grace, you were poisoned, why did you sneak out? Don't you know how worried we were when you disappeared? Father was so anxious that he couldn't even eat in the palace. I brought the guards out to look for you everywhere."

The warm rose scent fills your nose, and the charm of a calm woman emanates generously from every part of your body.

Is this the real heroine of the gaming world?

"Sister, it's okay. I'm fully recovered."

Grace struggled to pull herself out of her arms, then looked Victoria over from head to toe, taking in every detail, from her unkempt hair to the color of her jewelry.

She doesn't wear many jewellery, and her clothes are generally simple. However, her temperament is so outstanding that she looks like a gorgeous poppy, possessing fatal attraction and danger.

I now have no memory of Grace's interpersonal relationships.

Victoria's current attitude is a bit subtle if you look closely.

But Grace didn't care. As the fifth princess who was poisoned to death, she now had her life back and needed to be wary of people she once knew.

Even if they are close relatives, who knows if the murderer will smile and attack the next moment?

"Ok?"

Victoria suddenly froze, her red eyes blank for a moment, it was unclear whether she was shocked or delighted.

"Really? Are you okay?"

"Yes, because I was blessed by the goddess. The goddess blessed and cured my body, and - I also met the candidate saint Miss Afro Argerich in the church."

Grace observed Victoria's expression carefully, as if trying to find some clues from that cold face.

What is the character of the game's protagonist like?

For games like SLG, the character of the protagonist is actually not that important; the key point is what the player wants to do.

"That's great."

Victoria looked Grace up and down carefully, but her frown did not fall.

The royal sister's gaze fell on her half-open chest, revealing her fair skin.

She narrowed her eyes and shifted them to Afro, and finally turned her head sharply to glance at the messy plates on the table.

The cutlery, knives, forks and food were in a mess, like a tragic battlefield.

He almost completely lost his aristocratic manners.

Then, like a cruel king questioning her subjects, Victoria looked coldly into Afro's eyes and said,

"By the way, Grace, what were you doing just now?"

Afro bowed respectfully to Victoria and explained slowly,

"Good afternoon, Princess Third Emperor, we..."

The moment she opened her mouth, Grace knew that Afro had committed a big mistake. This was not the time for her to speak.

Judging from her status, if she answered, she would be crossing the line and showing contempt for her class, and she might even be punished by Victoria.

But Grace decided to help her out.

She quietly hit Afro's hand with her right hand, calmly tied the bow at her collar, and lied without changing her expression:

"We were just having a meal, and while chatting, I talked about the necklace with Afro, so I tried it on."

"I found that the style didn't suit me very well, and then you, my sister, came in."

Then, Grace pushed Afro, making him keep his mouth shut.

However, good intentions were not rewarded, and Grace was scratched angrily by a hand that looked like a pet's claws.

To be honest, it hurts a bit. I'm still very angry, Afuluo...

"Hmm...I see."

Victoria's frown did not relax. She tried to hold Grace's shoulders and said:

"Since there is nothing else to do, Grace, let's go back first. Father is still waiting for us in the palace."

Go back with my sister Victoria? Not safe.

Grace shifted her gaze to Afro who was lowering her head, raised her head and smiled as she asked Victoria:

"Take Miss Afro with you. I have something to say to her, sister."

20.Sisterly love

Afro was extremely reluctant at first to accept Grace's invitation.

As an ordinary noble, she had no reason to refuse.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, and it will take at least an hour to get from here to the Abbeville Palace in the Rhine district.

If you want to have dinner at night, it means you have to stay overnight in the palace.

What else would that vicious and evil emperor do to me?

She couldn't imagine it, but... there were other knights present, and she couldn't refuse the request of a princess in public.

So, Afro once again gave in to Grace and followed the two sisters to pay the bill.

However, there was a small incident when paying.

"It turns out to be Her Royal Highness Victoria and Her Royal Highness Grace!"

The boss of Godia Dream, wearing a neat suit, was at the front desk. He took off his black hat like a gentleman, folded his hands on his abdomen, and bowed deeply.

There was a warm smile on his face and a shrewd light in his eyes, as if his life was already wandering freely in a sea of ​​gold coins.

For the nobles who seek to curry favor with the powerful, nothing could be more attractive than the fact that two noble princesses had once spent money here.

It seems that by imitating the way people of a higher class eat, dress, live and travel, one can transcend classes spiritually.

"We will waive your bill this time. And, Your Highness Grace, you don't have a membership card for our Godia Dream, right?"

The boss shrewdly took out a black and gold VIP card from the counter and handed it over with both hands.

"Next time you come here, whenever you want, as long as Godia Dream still exists, Godia Dream will provide you with all services for free, whether you want to eat or rest."

Grace certainly wouldn't refuse such a good thing that fell from the sky.

“Your foie gras here is pretty good.”

Grace raised her head slightly and praised softly, taking advantage of the situation to do him a favor, then remained indifferent and took the frosted VIP card.

Next time if you need it, you can come here for free.

……

Victoria not only brought a group of knights in armor and ready to go, but also a luxurious carriage.

The carriage is shaped like a gorgeous crown, and when the horse's hooves gallop, they glow a luxurious golden color in the sun, reflecting the majesty and nobility of the owner.

The cabin is spacious and comfortable, with goose down cushions, elaborate carvings, and a hint of sandalwood, all of which elevate the riding experience to a higher level.

But even in such a carriage, there was deathly silence on the way to the palace.

For a moment, the only sounds were the clanging of wheels over the snow, the loud clatter of whips, and the sound of hurried horse hooves.

Afro sat far away on the other side, his eyes fixed on the clear glass window, afraid to have even a second of eye contact with Grace.

Grace didn't want to talk either.

In this silent and awkward atmosphere, she should have spoken, but she didn't know what the identity card of the sadistic royal sister was.