Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"..."

Leo forced an awkward smile. His face, red from the cold wind, looked rough and ugly like dead tree bark. His voice was halting, "This..."

Grace extended an olive branch to him, "Have you ever thought about doing other jobs?"

But it was obvious that the honest Leo did not understand the true meaning of Grace's words.

"Miss, didn't you see my hair?"

He scratched his dry black hair that still had a slight odor, and reminded him in embarrassment,

"Black hair and white skin... I am from Ibro."

"Ibro?"

Grace knew this word from the books in the Fifth Princess' Palace.

A few words in history books may be a mountain that countless people cannot overcome in their lifetime.

The destroyed and annexed countries are already distant names, and it goes without saying what kind of life the people protected by them will live.

Being discriminated against is only the simplest part, being enslaved... or even massacred...

Grace felt something and glanced down at her smooth black hair.

Only then did he remember that he had used an illusion, and in front of outsiders his hair color would only be the most common golden color of the Rhine nobles.

The black hair feature turns out to be...Ibrogian?

Grace only knew that the fifth princess' mother seemed to have cheated on the emperor, but she didn't know that she was from Ibro.

After asking some palace maids and guards, things went smoothly at first, but when they started talking about the fifth princess's mother, they became silent.

What did that forbidden woman do to Kevin?

"This is all I can do. Many places specifically asked not to include Ibro people... The northwest has rebelled again. Now the black-haired people are like street rats. No, worse than rats."

Leo's face was full of bitterness, and his numb black eyes, whose luster had been dulled by the burden of life, revealed deep gratitude.

"However, Miss Noble, you are a kind person... There is nothing I can do to repay you... Thank you so much."

Leo lowered his head in inferiority for his poverty and embarrassment, but kept bowing to express his gratitude.

People who have been oppressed for a long time will either become numb and hopeless, or hide in hiding like sleeping on straw and eating bitter food.

For him who shares common blood, the Ibro people are undoubtedly a great help in his fight for the throne.

The oppressed are also the most courageous and united people.

"No need to repay."

Grace calmly shook her head, "Just answer a few questions for me. Tell me where do the Ibro people usually live in the imperial capital?"

Leo pointed roughly in a direction, "Kurag Alley, there are still a lot of Ibros over there."

"I'll give you another gold coin."

Grace raised her slender index finger.

"Next time, I'll have someone come to you in Kulag Alley, and you help me find a few more honest and hardworking Ibro people."

"This this……"

Leo's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked around in disbelief, and was so moved that tears were about to flow.

He even knelt on the ground with his knees bruised from being hit, kowtowed, and kept muttering,

"Thank you, miss, you are so kind..."

"I have never met anyone as nice as you in Rhein."

Grace looked at him coldly without saying anything, nor did she enjoy this extremely humble gratitude.

Very annoying.

She hated this kind of atmosphere, and also hated people who turned into dogs for the slightest favor.

It's just a little light, why should we regard other people's kindness as the whole world?

I don't like this way of thanking you.

Don't like Erin.

Also, I don't like Afro.

……

Unlike the hustle and bustle downstairs in the pub, the second floor of Yuewei Pub seemed to be reserved by someone, and the sound of a low-quality accordion could be heard faintly.

At the windowsill on the second floor, a woman covered in a black veil suddenly stopped writing.

A boxing fighter who is as dumb as a cow, a poor, miserable person, and well... a beautiful girl who is extremely cute.

"Um……?"

The veil half-hid the woman's stunning beauty, and her extremely beautiful silver hair hung down to her plump chest.

The pair of exquisite golden eyes in the dark night instantly shone like spotlights after discovering the prey.

Her slender fingers capped the pen and closed the "script" she was modifying. Her movements were graceful and beautiful. She leaned lazily on the table to support her head, her long and slender eyebrows curved like crescent moons.

Looking at Miss Grace who was surrounded by the mob, she couldn't help but licking her lips.

"That's great. It seems there's new material?"

But his thin eyebrows frowned in disgust.

"But, the disguise illusion is really off-putting... Black hair still looks better."

"Um……"

She stared at the squatting girl carefully, her golden eyes narrowed slightly, like a predator locking onto its prey, full of desire to attack.

"Still very cute, like a cute little kitten."

Knock, knock, the sound of wooden boards hitting knuckles could be heard on the quiet second floor.

"Miss Doris?"

"Ha... my inspiration!"

The atmosphere of immersion was interrupted. The delicate eyebrows were knitted into a ball. The woman named Doris gritted her teeth and cast a sharp glare at the person behind her with an extremely violent tone.

"Marshall, you're not allowed to call that name outside!"

The young butler of Marshall placed his right hand on his chest and saluted slightly, and repeated the woman's last name.

"Yes, Miss Otakovil."

"That's right."

Still looking out the window, Doris pressed half of her body on the table. Her plump breasts were wrapped in her tight winter skirt, and her heavy body created an extremely feminine curve.

She stretched her neck just to take a closer look at the cute sweetheart cat, but she was extremely impatient and perfunctory.

"Is there a problem?"

"If it's a gift from that stupid chicken-feathered man, Carta, it's better to tell him to go to the pigpen and play with the pigs."

"You are still so dishonest even after being imprisoned. You might as well die!"

It's not just perfunctory, but also sharp and venomous.

Marshall was already used to the second lady's attitude, and he explained slowly,

"No. This time it's your good friend Miss Beth Sesbin who's inviting you to a party tomorrow night."

"If a cute cat like her wears a dress that exposes her back and then rubs her spine a little bit..."

Doris didn't care about the party. She was muttering to herself fanatically, like a follower of some cult, immersed in her own world.

"..."

Butler Marshall was no longer surprised by his young lady's abnormal behavior. He walked up to Doris skillfully and stared at her without changing his expression.

"Miss, what is your reply to Miss Beth...?"

Doris looked up as if she were in another world, then quickly lowered her head and asked casually,

"Party...? Where?"

"Mr. Upton's."

Doris slammed the table angrily, cursing and raising her eyebrows,

"She's still obsessed with that Upton kid. What kind of magic potion did she give her?"

She seemed to remember something and immediately changed her words.

"But the little daughter of the Upton family is very cute. You can go and visit her."

Marshall was not surprised by the frivolous attitude and even asked considerately,

"Are you going to attack... a beautiful lady again? Do you need me to prepare the dream flowers?"

Doris uttered a "tsk" and glared at Marshall fiercely, puffing out her chest and defending herself shamelessly.

"Don't be so rude, Butler Marshall. It's human nature to like beautiful things."

"It was just a pure friendship with them. They fell in love with me first, and I did nothing. I just helped them paint a beautiful portrait."

Doris said this and turned her head to Grace downstairs. She supported her chin with her fair wrist and tapped the side of her face with her slender index finger as Grace walked lightly.

"Hmm~"

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, like a Persian cat in catnip, she stretched lazily and ordered,

"By the way, Mr. Marshall, can the lady below help me investigate this."

Doris licked her lower lip again, her rosy lips moistened by her thriving desire, her veil swaying slightly in the cold night wind.

“She’s delicious~”

"Such a beautiful girl should be allowed to see the paradise in the eyes of the goddess of beauty Atulus."

“Beautiful things are the source of inspiration for my creations.”

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I've been too busy with real things recently, so I should resume updating normally from today.

128. I like it a little bit

Dong, dong, the dull sound of the midnight bell echoes across the square. The night gradually deepens, and the city with lights on shows its unique prosperity in the smell of wine and cold.

Grace sat quietly on the bench, looking down at the notebook in her hand.

The experimental results of the magic potion came out. Among the twenty people sampled, except for a few who said that the taste was too sweet, all of them were in high spirits and had no negative conditions.

Grace herself tried it a bit, and for her, who is now in the latter stages of a cold, the effect was pretty much what they said.

So, even if it is a diluted solution, in short——

“The results seem to be pretty good.”

Grace made this comment while resting the tip of her pen on her chin.

Nora leaned quietly against the wall of the tavern, with her right leg bent and her foot stepping on the reddish-brown bricks, gazing into the starry sky, wondering what she was thinking.

Grace will never know how wonderful the conversation between Nora and Lucia was in her mind.

The frivolous witch always jumps out suddenly and makes some pointed remarks when being ignored.

Some are arrogant, and some are dismissive, and it is still the same now——

"I won't tell you that adding a little flame grass to this will increase the formula's enhancement effect by more than three times."

Just like the problem child in the movie who couldn't express her emotions properly, Lucia yelled with great disdain.

Nora has become accustomed to Lucia's unusualness in the daily routine that repeats itself over and over again.

She folded her arms and silently complained in her mind:

"Then, Witch-sama—didn't you say it out loud?"

With a contemptuous "humph", the Witch of Disaster Lucia replied with an even more sinister tone.