Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace's peripheral vision passed through the woman's exquisite curves, and her eyes once again met Karta's eyes that almost wanted to kill her.

The rage became stronger and stronger, as if he was going to stab himself to death once he left the venue.

"Um...want to go to the rooftop?"

With her eyebrows raised happily, Doris glanced around, then came closer with a smile.

"It feels like there might be someone here that you don't like, and it's hard to talk to him, right?"

The free and straightforward temperament exuded from her body was like the wind that followed her will, and unknowingly, the distance between the two people was shortened even further in the relaxed atmosphere.

"can."

Grace had no reason to refuse, but she stepped back calmly.

Then she turned around and motioned to Nora, who was waiting at the edge of the dance floor, to follow her up.

……

Before Grace went to the rooftop of the Budapest Hotel, she deliberately searched the entire venue.

But there were always too many people coming and going, and Grace couldn't find where Afro was.

Maybe he felt the party was too boring? So he went back?

With Aphrodite's personality, she would probably go to a corner and read a copy of "Goddess Chronicles" to hypnotize herself.

The hotel in Budapest has a total of eight floors. Even though it is winter today, for a "luxury palace" that has been visited by the emperor, there is a magic circle of constant temperature operation on the top floor that never stops.

Because of the large number of people in the banquet hall on the second floor, there is no birdcage elevator with a stop.

You need to walk to the third floor to reach the top floor.

But in the meantime, Grace had injured her ankle, and the high heels she had worn for the party were wearing away her heels.

After a waltz, her heels must have been rubbed to the point of bleeding, but she still calmly endured the pain that a woman should endure.

However, without the cane, Doris's steps were a few steps slower.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor, we have not yet reached the spiral staircase platform.

Doris suddenly turned her head and took off her red high-heeled shoes. Her smooth and white bare feet stepped on the soft carpet.

What is this doing… ?

Grace was a little confused.

The pair of high heels were hooked by the index and middle fingers and swung. Doris leaned lazily against the wall and said in a quiet tone like telling a fairy tale,

"When I was little, I hated parties because I had to wear tight bras, follow the strict rules, and my high heels would always rub my heels until they bled."

"So, I hate banquets, but I have to attend them. I have always endured long rules, such as not being able to dance freely, not being able to let others hear my singing, and not being able to talk to non-nobles."

"Walking around with no shoes like this is even more unacceptable."

As she spoke, she gently patted the ground with her white soles.

"Then I got really fed up with it and didn't even go to one birthday party."

The words stopped here, Doris's glossy red lips stopped talking, she blinked and looked at Grace.

The atmosphere suddenly froze. Grace leaned against the wall to support herself. Under such scorching gazes, she seemed to realize that she should say something like a supporting actor.

"Then what……?"

All of Doris's expectations seemed to be met. A smile suddenly blossomed on her face. She walked barefoot on the red carpet and walked around Grace freely.

"After quarreling with my mother, I gained freedom. I can collect portraits of beautiful women, go to the theater as a singer, and dance with Miss Elsa using male dance steps like before."

"So, Ms. Aisha, don't feel too nervous."

“I just want to take all the beautiful things and turn them into beautiful and timeless works of art in the form of paintings and plays.”

To be honest, Grace didn't feel nervous. Apart from a certain person and a certain thing, there was nothing in the world that scared her.

The person who scared me is dead, and the thing I was afraid of will never happen again.

Grace didn't intend to take it seriously, she just commented like a bystander.

“A very special ideal.”

But Doris didn't want Grace to be a bystander, so she stopped beside Grace and then squatted down.

Are you going to take off your shoes?

It was hard not to think of this when Doris took off her high heels, so Grace shrank back cautiously and quickly held down the hem of her skirt.

But Doris just seemed to be checking the wound on her foot. She said softly,

"If it hurts, you can take off your high heels..."

"or……"

As Doris snapped her fingers lightly, Grace felt her body floating lightly, as if flying at a low altitude.

"Experience the feeling of flying~?"

Actions always come before words. Doris seemed to never be able to feel the wind of sadness and rules, and she used the magic of flying recklessly.

There is always a charming smile on her face, but this time it is an extremely gentle sunset at dusk.

It was just a beautiful face, and Grace was merely admiring it.

My heart will no longer be moved, at most I will just admire Doris' beauty from an aesthetic point of view.

"Dear ladies, could you please make way..."

The maids' breathless, whispered questions came from behind.

Grace turned around subconsciously and saw a girl with beautiful golden hair like rice ears, leaning on the maid's shoulder like a soft fish.

Miss Aphrodite was drunk.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her facial features were wrinkled due to the alcohol, her face was flushed and seemed to be bleeding, her weak hands were waving like willow branches at the non-existent enemy, and she was still mumbling a vague word.

Grace heard clearly that she was saying - "Idiot...!"

136. Pout and cry, it feels so good

How could Afro get himself into this state?

Who is the fool anyway?

I feel helpless about the drunk girl Grace.

She turned around and exchanged glances with Nora behind her.

There is always an indescribable sense of ease in working with smart people.

Grace didn't even need to say it, Nora nodded with relief.

Grace knew that was what Nora was saying - she would keep an eye on Afro.

Getting drunk at a banquet is not a big deal, but Afulo is not a good drinker, and accidents are bound to happen at a banquet where all kinds of people gather.

Therefore, drunk people need special care.

"Uh... let go... of me."

The drunken blonde girl was supported by the maid and staggered forward, like a soft and crooked willow branch.

Grace's eyes unconsciously followed Afro's waving arms.

Time seemed to be slowly stretched out like a stop-motion camera, and Grace only felt that the maids' steps passing by were particularly long.

It’s so long that it seems to wake up a drunk person from his sleep.

Afro's slightly wet eyelashes kept trembling, and she opened her alcohol-stained eyes in an instant with a flushed and angry face.

Beautiful eyes as bright as gemstones.

Grace was very sure that Afro was looking at her. His drunken pupils shrank slightly in alertness, and he could see his own reflection clearly.

"Don't... pull me. I, I... still have to watch."

Afro struggled with his hands and feet weakly like a limp octopus.

Even when she was carried away after getting drunk, she was still unwilling and leaned on the maid's shoulder reluctantly.

"My dear lady, please don't be anxious... You can rest and be free again soon..."

The maid stuffed her outstretched hands and feet back in, while supporting her with her shoulders with difficulty.

“You, you…you…”

As Afro stumbled and blinked, Grace even thought she would be exposed and say something she shouldn't.

But no, she pursed her lips and looked at it for a long time, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Afro finally turned into a pitiful little turtle stranded on the shore, waving its limbs.

She seemed to take her words as the golden rule, and she still abided by her own requirements even when she was drunk.

What a clumsy, lovable...and somewhat malicious person.

Grace didn't say anything, her emotion was one of subtle guilt.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Miss Doris."

Grace apologized politely, then turned slightly to speak to Doris.

"If so - but from a business perspective, does the magic drink have any prospects? If you haven't planned to invest in it yet?"

Perhaps it was because she was too deliberate, Doris's godlike golden eyes seemed to see through everything, capturing the relationship between the two in the countless clues.

"Well... let's discuss these issues on the top floor."

Doris's eyes stayed on Grace, occasionally glancing at Afro beside her.

The maids stepped forward and pressed the golden button of the elevator. There were a few slight metallic clangs, and the pointer on the arc-shaped disk on the elevator door pointed to 3, and the elevator door suddenly opened.

The canary cage-shaped elevator is large enough to accommodate everyone present.

This meant that I would have to ride with Afro for at least a while, which was a bit troublesome...

After hesitating for a while, he stepped into the elevator with Doris and Nora.

"Um..."

A muffled sound with a strong smell of alcohol and dissatisfaction came from his nose, and Afro lay on the maid's shoulder, looking at himself eagerly and hazily.

Who can bear that kind of look?

Grace turned to look at Doris who was standing next to her.

"Wouldn't it be much easier if I used magic?"

Doris leaned over with her head tilted and asked Grace about her feelings with concern. Her hands, which had never been touched by women, freely lifted her high heels and stepped her bare feet on the floor wantonly.

"Speaking of which, how is Miss Elsa's alcohol tolerance? Are you interested in tasting the wine from Roland Garden?"

That curvy, stunningly beautiful body, with a slight tilt, blocked someone's hot, drunken sight.

Grace was a little surprised.

This extremely natural intimacy seemed like something Doris was deliberately blocking out, blocking out the most intoxicating smell of alcohol.

But Grace had no way of being sure. A woman's heart is as unfathomable as the sea. If one could easily guess what another person is thinking, how could the world they live in be so tiring?

She could only smile and respond politely.

"I'm not a very good drinker, but if necessary, I can have a couple of drinks with Miss Doris."

"Um……"

Doris stared at Grace seriously for a long time, and said with an inexplicable smile,

"Actually, it seems like Ms. Aisha is more like the type of person who drinks juice at a party?"

The door for rest is on the fourth floor, which is only one floor high and does not take too long.

Afro, who was obscured, hummed in anger.

Grace heard it, but didn't want to care.

Waiting for Afro to be helped out of the elevator, watching her leave in the narrow corridor for a long time, watching Nora follow Afro for a long time.