Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Nora quickly retracted her gaze and looked straight ahead.

Then, Grace's index finger and thumb carefully and quietly pinched her sleeve.

This is the first time I hold an umbrella with people of my age...

Is this a friend?

Do you like this atmosphere a little bit?

Hmm... Lucia seems to be doing pretty well without any disturbances?

……

In the carriage full of tulips, Doris leaned lazily against the window, holding a black and white chip between her slender fingers, looking out at the hazy snow scene outside the window.

Her silver hair falls down like soft and slender seaweed, and her delicate facial features are just in perfect proportion. She looks like a darling loved by God, and her every move is elegant.

She raised her hand and looked at the chips carefully, frowning, and couldn't help but comment,

"Chips? A banquet at the Koda Casino?"

"It's really too boring, isn't it? What fun can there be when these old gamblers get together?"

She shook her head and looked out the window boredly again.

"Heh." Doris sneered as if she had seen something filthy, and the sunny expression on her face suddenly became as gloomy as purgatory.

"What bad luck! A confined dead pig would like to escape? Why doesn't it die in the pig farm?"

She couldn't help but curse, and her nimble index finger flipped the chips neatly and then put them into her pocket.

On the glass window still covered with layers of fog, a golden carriage belonging to the royal family was galloping on the avenue.

Karta, a giant baby who wishes the whole world would be buried with his eyes, is here to ruin his good mood for the day.

Doris gritted her teeth, pulled the curtain of the car window, and let out a dull breath.

This banquet...is there anything else worth looking forward to?

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I adjusted the update today and put it after 6 o'clock when Hedgehog Cat's full attendance takes effect.

There will be another chapter on July 1st, after Hedgehog Cat's full attendance time.

I will be accumulating manuscripts recently, and there should be a big update on July 9th to top the list, that’s it.

In July, we will update more while trying to maintain the quality.

129. Her Highness Grace has very soft lips

The top floor of the Cotillard Hotel, the hotel bedroom on the eighth floor.

In the long dome-shaped mirror that looked like a golden birdcage, what Grace saw was herself in disguise after the illusion.

Rhine's traditional court costumes were a disaster for women. Grace didn't like the skirts that opened like umbrellas and the bra that almost suffocated her abdomen.

Therefore, Grace chose a loose-fitting long skirt similar to a modern evening gown, which was popular among the new aristocracy.

The black tulle skirt inlaid with sparkling diamonds covers the slender legs. The halter neck ring supports the entire long skirt. The waist-hugging design emphasizes the slender waist to the maximum extent, highlighting the softness of the female line while also being loose.

Her skirt swayed slightly when she walked, and the fair skin on her neck contrasted with the black veil, making her look like a mysterious witch in a movie.

Very much in line with today's style.

The only drawback is that it is not very warm.

However, this is the norm for women, and Grace has long been accustomed to it.

The bright lipstick was applied little by little along the peak of the lips. Although the lipstick was actually invisible in the illusion, Grace still did it devoutly for a sense of ritual.

"Your Highness Grace, aren't these three thousand gold coins meant to be kept temporarily? Why... do you want to buy all of them for the dress?"

A questioning voice like a mechanical AI came from behind.

Grace turned around and saw that Nora, Miss Elsa's maid, had already changed her clothes. She respectfully handed her a thin black veil.

A cold expression, a witch-style maid outfit, and a dignified posture.

A little bit like a witch master and servant

Grace raised her eyebrows, took the veil, put it on in front of the mirror, and patiently explained,

"Nora, you know what? All you need to fit into high society is a nice evening gown."

"Even the highest class of nobles are just wearing upper-class clothes, but it is not certain whether they are upper-class or not."

The witch's veil finally completely covered her face. Grace in the mirror made a conclusion with a slight gleam in her eyes.

"So...Boss Donald won't take this little money. He will have a better way to get a bigger sum."

"Taking kickbacks...right?"

Obviously Nora was a smart person, and she immediately understood what Grace meant.

Donald does not actually own the casino.

Everyone has selfish desires. Compared to the casino's monthly turnover of millions of gold coins, 50,000 gold coins are just a drop in the bucket.

"Yes, Nora."

Grace nodded with satisfaction. She turned her head and looked straight into Nora's eyes.

"You know exactly what I want. I want you to learn that. Of course, be loyal. Once trust is lost, it can't be rebuilt."

"..."

The dress is specially hollowed out to show off the woman's round and white shoulders.

It snowed yesterday, so it must be very cold.

Nora noticed this and took out a mink coat from the hotel closet to keep warm and draped it over Grace's shoulders considerately and gently.

"Your Highness, I will always be loyal." - Because apart from Grace, there was no one else he could be loyal to.

Her Royal Highness the Princess said nothing more, but accepted his touch silently, tucked her mink coat around her body, and headed for the door.

"Let's go, Nora."

It seems that... my relationship with Grace is pretty good now?

Nora's mood felt a little subtle, of course, a positive one.

If only that idiot Lucia would shut up—

"Aphrodite is about to sleep with your master, and is secretly doing this and that in the alchemy room, and you're still thinking--"

Lucia's frivolous voice was full of sarcasm, as if she were a bad guy in a novel.

"Oh, Grace, you are a very nice person."

The world Nora lives in is sharp from beginning to end. If she tries to contact the world with her round part, she will only be covered with scars.

Therefore, Nora's use of the term this time was also extremely awkward and sharp.

"You talk as if your dearest Miss Saint has no intimate contact with Miss Afro. I don't like Grace, but what about Lucia, who you like?"

"..."

Nora's sharp tongue hit someone's sore spot. The Witch of Disaster pretended to be silent for a long time, and finally changed the subject stubbornly.

"Why are you still pretending? Nora, it's obvious that you are deeply in love with her! Like a dog!"

"no!"

Nora's answer was as decisive as a soldier following orders from his superiors.

Lucia took a deep breath. She refused to believe it and asked loudly,

"Then let me ask you, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be with in the future?"

"What kind of people are together...?"

The outline of the picture in her mind emerged roughly, and Nora easily sketched out the image in her fantasy.

"It's best to have a quiet personality... someone who respects himself and can share hardships with you... it's best to have a certain sense of distance."

The face seemed to be painted with a specific appearance in my imagination, and it gradually became clearer.

Who is it?

Nora didn't have a definite answer, she just knew that such people existed.

"whispering sound……"

The Witch of Disaster Lucia laughed loudly and declared brazenly,

"Isn't this your master Grace? Quiet woman!"

"...?"

Someone's lost his mind.

Nora's heart was as strong as steel, and she responded to even the inner conversations with extreme calmness.

"Ah... I feel like Saint Lucia might be more in line with my aesthetics. It would be nice to date Lucia."

Lucia realized it belatedly and was stunned for a moment. Then she screamed like a cat that had been stepped on.

"Nora! Go be fertilizer in Death Valley!"

The deafening sound was about to penetrate her soul, and Nora had become accustomed to this kind of life.

She blocked out the witch's voice as if nothing had happened, and accompanied Grace slowly down the stairs, supporting the frail Grace through her lace gloves along the way.

"slower."

……

To be honest, being liked by others is something to be envied.

The windows were covered with white snow. A fireplace was burning under the birch wall on the first floor. The door with gold trim was wide open. A holy girl was sitting quietly on a sofa covered with red velvet carpet on the left side of the stairs.

It's Miss Afro Argerich.

She leaned against the sofa in a daze, her chin supported by her wrist, a suspicious blush floating on her face, as if she was lost in beautiful memories.

Is it true that everyone who has someone they love is like this, clean and beautiful?

The moment she saw Grace, Afro's sluggish pupils suddenly widened, and then a brighter smile blossomed on the girl's face. She waved enthusiastically.

"Good afternoon, Ge...Elsa!"

She jumped up from the sofa, stars twinkling in her eyes, and walked towards Grace in two steps.

Even with the power of illusion, Afro could still recognize who Grace was at a glance.

Is it true that all magic is lost in the eyes of the beholder?

Nora was a little confused.

"Are you here so early?"

His arms wrapped around hers affectionately, clinging closely to the woman's softness like a lover.

Faced with this clingy big guy, Grace's body froze for a moment, but she did not choose to push it away, as if she was forcing her body to get used to accepting it.

Silent acquiescence in crossing the line is like some kind of special favor.

Ah... Miss Afro is indeed very important in the eyes of Her Highness Grace.

"Would you like to have lunch together? If it's vegan, Godetia can make it."

Afro didn't know what he was thinking, and he kept moving his smiling face closer to Grace.

On a cold day in late spring, it is like a ray of warm sunshine shining on people.

What an annoying woman... Grace lowered her eyes to the connecting part and said something distant in a slightly pretentious manner.

"Actually, you don't have to be so proactive, it's just... if you want to send a sample."

The hotel has relatively small traffic during the lunch hour, so there are not many people in the lobby.

What... Her Highness Grace is just like that kind of helpless, stubborn child.

Afro, on the other hand, was not knocked down by such words. She held Grace's arm childishly and led them into the narrow corridor.