Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

I should do something, but I am always suppressing myself and planning something.

Hmm... a little strange.

Grace didn't think much about it and began to straighten her long skirt which was wrinkled by someone.

The stars hanging high in the sky are blinking in the night, the moon is quiet, and the atmosphere now is a little subtle, just like a hot first love, which makes people feel itchy.

Grace pursed her lips and pretended not to say anything. She picked up the magic drink on the table and shook it to observe the bubbles floating on the liquid to ease her embarrassment.

Afro bent his body cautiously, resting his elbows on his slender legs, holding up his head, and spoke first.

"Um... Grace, is there anything I can help you with?"

The voice was soft, as if afraid to startle the birds in the forest.

Grace looked at Afro, who tilted her head and acted timidly, and always felt that she was suppressing something.

She was so bold just a second ago, even saying something like "sister-in-law"...

What needs to be done now is to determine the efficacy of the magic drink, so large-scale batch experiments are needed to see if there are any adverse effects.

"Not yet."

"Can I stay with you then?"

The girl's pleading eyes were pitiful and her face was flushed. At the same time, she gently rubbed her slender calf muscles with her knees, like a cute dog being affectionate and coquettish.

"No, Aphrodite."

Grace refused cleanly.

Afro's eyes suddenly drooped, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

All these actions fell into Grace's eyes. She blinked subtly and coughed softly.

"It will be possible after Francis's engagement party in two days. Before that, let's keep our distance for now."

The cold voice clearly pointed out the date boundary, but made the boundary of the relationship more intimate.

Afro deliberately pressed his hips close to hers and asked with a concerned look,

"Then can you tell me, is what you are doing dangerous?"

Even though Grace noticed Afro's little thoughts this time, she did not rush to expose them. She just answered slowly.

"It won't be dangerous."

"Really?"

Afro leaned closer to her cheek, her eyes sparkling, and asked in a raised voice.

Like an innocent child who can be deceived by others at any time and anywhere.

"fake."

Grace had a stern face, but she couldn't help but hold the magic drink in her hand and stood up, ready to walk to the window.

"Grace, lying is very rude!!"

Afro raised her eyebrows in astonishment, and stood up while muttering, following Grace's footsteps like a little duck following its mother, chasing after her.

"And don't walk so fast. Stay a little longer, okay?"

The girl's voice behind her sounded a little dissatisfied and resentful. Grace never lingered, but she unconsciously and happily raised her eyebrows slightly.

"No."

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta, Grace walked towards the door with vigorous footsteps without stopping, and said in an emotionless tone:

"Afro, go home early. Remember to ask your brother to bring hundreds of drink samples tomorrow."

The cold tone did not dampen the nun's fervent heart. She quickly stuck out her fluffy golden head from behind her shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Tomorrow? Want a bacon roll? Or cream of mushroom soup?"

Yes, Afro deciphered the Princess's encrypted words - Afro's secret invitation to see her tomorrow.

“I don’t want to eat any.”

Grace raised her hand and gently poked Afro's forehead back, then reminded him seriously, "Stethoscope."

Afro stopped where he was, looked down at the silver medical equipment on his plump chest, and smiled softly.

Even if I purse my lips hard, I can't suppress the sweetness of the moment.

How long will Her Highness Grace continue to pretend?

Stupid!

"That means we all want to eat."

Afro came to the conclusion with a smile on her face. She threw the stethoscope back on the sofa and quickly followed the thin but powerful figure.

Hmm... Her Royal Highness slowed down her pace.

Afro raised her eyebrows happily, if her mood at this moment could be transformed into a long tail.

Then Aphrodite must be the happiest, tail-wagging puppy ever.

As the footsteps followed, restless hands actively invaded the pair of hands covered with lace gloves.

Got it!!!

My mood is as joyful as riding a roller coaster, and my light steps seem to be following the passionate flamenco music.

"No holding hands." - The bad-tempered cat suddenly spoke, but she pushed him away without resistance.

It’s tacit consent!

"Oh."

Afro agreed immediately, holding her slender wrist with a slightly malicious look, and smiled at the murderous look that turned around, "Then I'll hold it."

Grace frowned and tried to shake it off in disgust.

That kind of soft force, is he acting like a spoiled child?

Afro tilted her head, her eyes curved like crescent moons, in response.

"what……"

Grace sighed and gently kicked the reddish-brown wooden door in front of her with her toes.

"Then open the door. How are you going to get out if you're holding my hand?"

A little impatient, but also cute.

"Grace, smile at me a little?"

Afro blinked innocently and even raised her slender wrist and shook it deliberately, showing off like a child.

Grace took a deep breath and resisted the urge to step on Afro. She pulled the corner of her mouth unhappily and kicked the door with her toes impatiently.

"Nora, open the door."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora, who was waiting outside the door, gave a reassuring response. Even though her cold voice was exactly the same as Grace's, she could always believe that she would still be waiting here even after the end of the world.

“Foul!!”

The sound of the lock turning was heard, and Afro's pupils trembled in protest.

"?"

Grace glanced at the frantic Afro, and as the breeze blew in through the door, she said lightly,

"It's time to go back, Miss Afro."

The eyes of the three people collided in the long and narrow corridor, and the atmosphere was as subtle as a collision between Mars and the Earth.

Nora folded her hands in front of her stomach, her eyelashes drooped, as calm as a robot.

Afro pursed his lips, his eyes wandered back and forth between Nora and Grace several times, and finally pointed out the window shyly.

"The carriage is with my brother..."

Grace said with a straight face, "Go back by yourself."

"Do not."

Afro clenched her wrist tightly.

Grace reiterated once again, her tone even stronger than last time, "Go back by yourself."

"Do not……"

Afro frowned, but still didn't let go.

"Ok."

Grace finally compromised, and she negotiated in a softer tone, "I'll take you downstairs."

"Ok."

Afro raised her eyebrows in pleasure, and deliberately shook Grace's hand high up like a child.

Is this... showing off?

Nora subtly sensed the emotions involved and complained in her mind expressionlessly.

Well, that is possible. After all, if Grace likes women...

When she looked at the cold Grace, she suddenly understood something.

——The ancient iceberg seems to be showing signs of melting.

Ah... this Miss Afro should be the future imperial concubine of Grace, right?

“Who is she competing with?!!” — A shrill scream came from the stupid witch in her mind.

“Noila, can you tolerate this? If you don’t take Grace down tomorrow, I will look down on you!”

"Are you sick? Why should I insert it? Miss Afro is a nice person."

The witch suggested, cursing, "Then take Aphrodite down with you."

It's even more outrageous. What on earth were those old women thinking hundreds of years ago?

She always comes up with bad ideas.

Nora simply blocked out the voice of the mentally handicapped witch and quietly led the way in the long and narrow corridor.

"Grace, would you like to go to the opera at the Imperial Theatre? I have front row tickets for Miss Doris's The Bloody Rose by Morning Star?"

"I don't want to see it...and who is Doris?"

"The most beautiful siren lady in the empire, Doris, has a sweet voice. She only performs once a month. She is really hard to buy."

Afro chuckled and said softly, "Of course not as pretty as you..."

Miss Afro, I heard everything you said.

The slow footsteps and subtle conversations behind her made Nora think that she was a light bulb that was forced into the romance.

How long will this kind of life last?

Nora was a little dazed, and numbly walked down the wooden stairs one by one, but Grace's clear command came from behind.

"Nora, later you can ask a carriage to take us to the place with the most people in the imperial capital at night."

……

As a forbidden technique that cannot be used in the church except in special periods, the Holy Spirit Technique costs five years of vitality at a time.

How many five-year periods in life can you have conversations with the illusory gods and receive responses from them?

After more than a thousand sunrises and moonsets, are the answers we get really useful?

I heard that after several inquiries, the Holy Spirit Technique at the Vatican finally got the answer to the question.

Victoria sat quietly at the desk in front of the window, her hands folded and supporting her chin, thinking deeply.

Secretary Caroline reported in a smooth mechanical voice.

"Phoenix raised the Ibro flag in Manta, Ibro Province, and declared: Welcome the Rhine refugees after the flood to settle in Ibro. Treat everyone equally."

This is a ruthless move.