Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Is it nervousness?

"Um...of course."

It was a rare initiative by Her Highness Grace, and Afro just pretended to nod calmly, hiding all the joy from her soul and body in her heart.

If I dance with Grace at a banquet and then whisper words of love in her ear...what kind of emotions would Her Highness Grace show?

There was no way she could escape at that time.

Well, it must be very cute.

131. My family members are perverted again! Who knows?

The sound of knives and forks clashing echoed quietly in the private room of the Gotiya Hotel.

Grace and Nora are the silent types, while Afro is the exact opposite.

She is a natural talkative optimist who can get along comfortably with everyone while exuding goodwill, and can guide the topic and direction without any burden.

Simply put, the approachable Aphrodite was born to be a saint.

"Eat?"

The silver knife picked up the steak, which was cut into small square pieces, and handed it to Grace.

What caught Grace's eyes was Afro's clear, bright eyes full of expectation.

She raised her chin slightly and her eyes blinked like stars, with a clear and lovely look.

Grace's hands, which were holding the knife and fork, stopped moving, and she stared at Afro in surprise with a frown on her face.

This guy... is totally a dog...

"Do not……"

Before he could finish his word "no", something soft blocked his lips.

It's chopped steak.

Nora sat opposite and didn't show much reaction. She just paused for a moment with her hand holding the knife and fork, then lowered her head, remaining silent as usual.

I don’t know when it started, but Afro changed from being kind and cautious at the beginning to being a little bit presumptuous now.

She even...even forcefully kisses people.

The veins on Grace's forehead bulged unconsciously when she thought of this.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Afro poked it playfully with the steak, like a dragonfly touching the water, with a smile on her face as bright as a spring flower.

"Eat some more."

Get, intention, forget, and form.

Grace put on a serious and cold face, suppressing her emotions as she chewed slowly.

Habits are not permanent. The subtle resonance of the soul is like a special kind of domestication, which makes the original sharpness become smooth and the glacier become a burning volcano.

I can't even suppress my most basic appetite instinct...

Grace swallowed the food with a gulp. She couldn't bear it any longer. She decided to speak up and stop something. "I don't like others forcing me to do anything."

The sharp eyes passed over Afulo who was eager to feed the baby a second time, serving as a silent warning.

But Afro seemed to have an iron-barrel-like defense. She faced the coldness and handed it over with a fork while speaking.

"But Your Highness Grace, your body is still recovering, right?"

With his other hand, he used a fork to poke the tender green vegetables on the plate with disdain.

Colds come and go quickly. In fact, they were only uncomfortable for the first two days. Now, apart from sweating a little and having a little sore throat, Grace has no other abnormalities.

There is no need to worry about the recovery period, and Aphrodite doesn't need to interfere.

"Don't take it upon yourself. If you want to eat, eat by yourself. Don't worry about these things."

Grace even raised her hand and pushed Afro's arm aside in disgust.

Afro's eyes drooped unhappily, and she pouted and pushed Grace's hand back, coaxing her in a clingy tone,

"Then I'll make it for you next time. You can eat a little bit first, okay?"

This is……?

Grace was a little annoyed. Why did she say such strange words, "I won't eat food that is not made by Afro herself"?

There is a sense of stupidity that comes from shooting oneself in the foot...

She thought deeply for a moment, slightly opened her lips, and bit off the steak on the silver fork at an extremely fast speed, like a snow-white cat swallowing dried fish in one gulp.

Chewing with her cheeks slightly puffed up, she announced vaguely - "This is it... Let's end it."

"Hmm~"

Afro nodded with satisfaction and brushed Grace's hair behind her ears affectionately. Her eyes were soft, as if she was encouraging a child, and she said,

“It’s quite impressive.”

Grace couldn't stand her sticky atmosphere, which completely turned her into a child psychologically.

I don't think this is about turning Afulo into a little fool who can't live without me, it's clearly about treating myself as a fool.

Grace quickly shook her head away, like a fast, wild and untamed cat, and kept her head far away.

"Don't be so ignorant of distance. If you want to go to the party next time, it's best to pretend that you don't know me.

I don't want to reveal my identity for the time being because of the relationship between us. If I get too close to you, the investigative eyes will be directed to me, which will cause a lot of trouble.

As for the magic drink, you don't have to worry too much. I will find the right person for it. You can do whatever you want... Just think of it as attending a dance party to relax."

After expressing what she wanted to do in one breath, Grace took one last look at Afro and confirmed with her:

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

But this nun, who had no idea of ​​her proper place, just supported her head with her wrist tilted, and looked at herself with a silly smile like a sunflower, with curved eyebrows.

It was silly and cute, and it stared at me and nodded foolishly.

To be honest, it's no different from a stupid dog jumping around with its tail wagging.

Grace asked her with her mouth drooping and her brows furrowed, "Why are you laughing?"

"Ok?"

Afro raised her eyebrows, the love in her eyes was about to overflow.

"I just think it's great that Her Highness Grace is so frank. She is finally willing to speak out her heart. She always said nothing before."

She looked cautiously at Nora who was eating across from her, then quietly leaned close to Grace's earlobe and said the simplest love words in an ambiguous voice.

"I love so much."

How many times?

Grace was going crazy, but she still clung to the frozen wall of her heart and kept a calm expression.

Grinding her teeth and enduring the burning heat in her ears, Grace raised her knife and fork for a long time before she said calmly,

"I know, let's eat."

Afro used his finger figures to lightly jump on the table, and approached cautiously and with ill intentions, "Then you..."

Grace chewed and glanced at it, and used her elbow to quietly push away Afro's thoughts, but happened to be greeted by the girl's warm smile...

This time Afro was very well behaved, but Grace could hear her mumbling "like, cute" and other things, as well as her humming of pleasure.

So annoying... Grace frowned again. Can the mission be rejected?

And our Miss Nora, with her head down, carefully cut the steak on the table with a knife and fork, listening to their laughter, felt a strong sense of loneliness for no reason.

Will there be a day when I will have someone I can talk to anytime and anywhere?

I'm a little envious...

……

According to the old customs of the Rhine nobility, the banquet started at eight o'clock in the evening and most of them lasted about two hours.

During this time there will be a half-hour meal time, followed by an hour and a half of dancing time.

In order not to reveal her identity, Grace gave Afro a black and white chip to attend the banquet, and she and Nora would attend as Elsa and Anna's master and servant.

The banquet was not held at Donald Upton's estate, but at the Budapest Hotel in the imperial capital, which was as famous as the Gotiya.

The carriage ran smoothly. Grace gently pulled open the curtain with golden tassels hanging on it and wiped the foggy glass.

The marble building with the "Budapest" sign hanging on it in the imperial capital suddenly appeared in front of us.

Just like the magnificent golden house described by poets, Budapest hotels are famous for their luxury and grandeur.

Marble columns as precious as diamonds are carved into different artistic contours, supporting this eight-story towering building.

Countless horses with rollers stepped through the gate, gorgeous magic lights, elegant fragrances, flowers rarely seen in winter, and servants like swimming fish, which were dazzling to the eyes.

Even the Francis family's banquet was not as grand as it is now.

Nora was dazzled by everything. She pinched her chin and couldn't help asking,

"Boss Donald...how did you gather so many nobles in one day...?"

Of course, he was as expressionless as before.

"Ok?"

Grace wanted to cultivate Nora, so she leaned back in her chair and threw the question to Nora.

“Nora, if you were Boss Donner, how would you fulfill my request?”

Nora lowered her head and thought for a while. "Recruiting members with funds in the name of casino members...? And then say that this is a benefit given by the casino."

"The people in the Koda Casino should all be wealthy nobles. Would they really abandon everything and come here so quickly?"

Noila frowned and thought carefully about Grace's words, but she didn't come to a conclusion.

She shook her head in resignation, and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess with a look full of curiosity.

Grace looked out the glass at the colorful banners embroidered with the coats of arms of different families and explained,

"Humans are herd creatures. We just need to invite one person."

"one person?"

Nora was still a little confused.

"Yes. Everyone wants something, a reason to bring people together. Sometimes all it takes is a reason or a target for everyone to cling to."

Grace answered calmly while looking out the window.

"So, Boss Donald found this reason. Um... he found a..."

Suddenly her eyes became sharp, and she saw a familiar carriage among the guests coming and going.

The appearance of the carriage is extremely luxurious, with many flowers carved on the crossbars. At the same time, golden silk threads are passed through, and the bright and colorful flowers are used as decoration to embellish the gorgeous carriage.

The two white horses with beautifully groomed hair, wearing glittering golden saddles, had their heads slightly raised, looking very majestic.

It's the royal carriage.

Grace's eyes narrowed nervously, and her clear voice became low due to vigilance.

"We have found an extreme prince..."

White military boots stepped on the crossbar, and then a tall young man jumped down from the car.

Dazzling blonde hair, a signature eye mask, an imperial royal military uniform, a slender dagger at the waist, and eyes that always contain gloom and resentment.

Without a doubt, it was his bad-tempered brother, Emperor Karta.

He was released in less than half a month. How much is she favored by the emperor?

To be honest, people with disabilities are more likely to have extreme ideas than normal people.

Grace didn't know if Karta was such a person, but she knew that anyone who held power in the royal family should not be underestimated.

After getting off the carriage, Karta ran straight towards another carriage, as if he was looking for something deliberately.

Next to him stood an old man in a wizard's robe, his white beard hanging down to his chest, seeming to contain the wisdom of age.