Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

She turned around and responded to Doris who had been waiting for a long time.

"why?"

A light, rich fragrance with a hint of roses drifted into my nose, and Doris waved her delicate and beautiful hand gently in front of me.

"Because if you care too much, you will be discovered."

——Doris seemed to be stating some objective facts from a God’s perspective.

Grace pursed her lips, tilted her head and deliberately pulled Doris away from her. Her cold mouth never spoke any truth.

“Just basic concern.”

……

The rooftop of the hotel was lit by four shining magic lights. On the square table in the middle of the rooftop were lit candles, expensive and beautifully packaged wine bottles, and a few scattered wine glasses.

Thanks to the operation of the magic circle, even on a shivering winter night, one would not feel the slightest bit of cold.

Grace sat at one side of the square table and looked at Miss Doris expectantly.

Doris, an angel investor, has taken a sip of the magic drink. Her beautiful lips are slightly moistened, exuding an indescribable charm.

"Hmm? So how's Miss Doris?"

"It's OK. Funds are not a problem at all."

Doris gently opened the reddish-brown wine bottle, and the scarlet wine gurgled slowly into the goblet.

Exactly halfway through, Doris handed the goblet to Grace and then poured herself a glass.

She tasted it gracefully. After watching Grace take a sip as if accompanying her, her beautiful eyes relaxed.

"Actually, I'm not too interested in magic drinks, but I think I need to seek a change temporarily."

Doris shook the red wine and stared at Grace.

"It is a tradition for the Rhine people to drink alcohol. If a magical drink can eliminate the negative effects of alcohol, it's actually not bad."

That lustful look, free, straightforward, and passionate, like a devouring flame, made Grace feel uncomfortable.

Yes, Nora went to see Avro, and now there are only herself and Doris on the rooftop.

Grace held the goblet by the neck cautiously.

"Then Miss Doris, are you willing to provide a little help for our cooperation, such as praising the magic drink at the banquet?"

"Hmm...? This is a different price."

Doris raised her eyebrows slightly, like a vicious predator who deliberately caught its prey in its claws and played with it wantonly.

"Ms. Aisha, I have already gotten everything I could want from you. What can you give me?"

After saying that, she raised her glass slightly towards Grace.

What can I give...?

The danger signal was sounded, and Grace calmly clinked glasses with Doris in the air.

"what do you want?"

Doris bit her lower lip, licked her slightly moist lips with her tongue, and flicked her silver hair, which was as soft as moonlight and fell down to her neck. She said casually,

"Hmm? A smart woman like you should know what I want, right?"

The atmosphere became ambiguous at this point, and Grace looked at Doris with a frown and held her breath.

She couldn't read Doris's mind.

It was almost the first time I met such a special and free person, with inexplicable enthusiasm and eager to get closer to me.

What does she want.

But - if Grace could control Doris on her own, she would take the risk.

"do not know."

Grace took another sip of wine, her eyes fixed firmly on Doris.

"But if Miss Doris says so, I can do it, and I will do it without any falsehood."

"take it easy."

Doris smiled in a friendly way. She stood up from the table, holding up her long skirt, and walked slowly towards Grace.

“Appearances are often completely inconsistent with the objects themselves, and people are easily deceived by superficial decorations.”

"But I'm different. I pursue extreme beauty, or inspiration."

Step by step, the heels stepped lightly on the marble floor.

Doris finally came to Grace. She looked down at Grace and spoke of her preferences in a soft and obsessed voice.

"I want the most beautiful thing in the world and I want it for myself."

Doris raised her glass and clinked it with Grace's. There was a crisp sound of ceramics colliding.

"Ms. Elsa, what do you think is beautiful? Guess?"

Doris, who was warm and outgoing, left ambiguous questions.

What is most precious to Doris?

She always does the most outrageous things, whether it's inviting herself to dance or taking off her high-heeled boots and walking like a lady.

The answer is already there.

————“It’s freedom.”

Doris' pupils shrank in surprise, and a smile bloomed on her face.

"Hmm... not really. But, Aisha-san's idea is really surprising."

Doris bent down and moved closer. The rich aroma of alcohol hit Grace's face, making her feel invaded in every aspect. She couldn't help but shrink back.

"Hey, before that, you should at least tell me your real name, right?"

"If I keep relying on the maid's magic, using illusions and using fake names, wouldn't that be too insincere?"

Her breath is as fragrant as orchid and her eyes are moving, which is an ambiguous temptation.

But Grace is not afraid of traps or seduction. On the contrary, wouldn't it be great if she could take advantage of Miss Doris?

But the premise is - don’t fall into it yourself.

Grace stood up, and as if to make her attitude clear, she distanced herself from Doris and said coldly,

"Grace. My name."

Doris's brows were furrowed, and her eyes continued to scan Grace's cheek.

"what happened?"

Did he recognize me?

But Doris obviously did not associate the name with the Fifth Princess of the past. She just kept saying it on her lips over and over again, sighing,

"What a great name."

"By the way, the color of lipstick suits you very well today."

"Next time, when you come on a date with me, I'll take you to try on better colors."

"Dating?"

Doris put her slender index finger to her lips and said playfully, "This is a secret between girls~"

……

Apart from being overly familiar and saying some inexplicable ambiguous words, Doris is actually not difficult to deal with.

No matter what Grace said, she agreed with a smile and in a doting manner.

It seemed as if as long as he gave the order, she could go through life and death for him.

The investment amount was generously increased to one hundred thousand gold coins, and Doris had even already—had already arranged accommodation for the portrait painting.

Yes, painting a portrait requires almost rigorous aesthetic requirements and takes about three days at Doris's speed.

There is always a subtle feeling of being remembered in a bar...

After solving the big problems at hand, it’s time to solve the small problems at hand.

Afro is drunk.

She had followed him out secretly, so she did not bring Argerich's servants with her.

So, what we need to do now is to get Afulo home.

If you can't get them home, at least you have to ensure their personal safety.

"Your Highness... This is Miss Afro's resting room. Do you want to go in? She's not very emotional..."

Nora stopped in front of the closed reddish-brown wooden door, pressed the room's portal card against the magic circle identifier, and asked hesitantly.

Why... suddenly ask such a question?

Could it be that something happened between Afro and Nora?

Grace glanced at Nora subtly and ordered,

"Well, wait for me outside for a while."

Then the magic light connected, and the door of the room was slowly pushed open.

Grace thought of the last time Afro got drunk, and her steps as she held the parasol and the cane were a little uneasy.

But the alcohol she just drank was slowly eroding Grace's sanity, making her brave - daring enough to face the things she had been avoiding.

So the girl stepped into the quiet room.

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I will start writing tomorrow and all the transition chapters will be completed.

Crybaby 1 cries and bleeds as much as he wants. I love pinching him.

I will post the extra chapter directly in the group, I plan to write about 6,000 words~

137. Active Grace (followed by the extra chapter)

The hotel suite in Budapest is not small, with a bedroom, tea room and corresponding separate bathroom. Grace walked along the ancient painted tiles into the bedroom that exuded a faint scent.

On the goose down bed, Grace finally saw the drunk Afro.

The girl lay quietly on her back on the bed, her slender arms covering her beautiful eyes, her head drooping as if she had been wronged.

Her blond hair was messy like wheat ears, her slightly red lips were slightly parted, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol.

On the cabinet beside the bed, there is cranberry soup for sobering up.

That was what I had asked Nora to feed to Afro.

Grace glanced at it and found that she didn't drink any of it, and even spilled some on the bed sheets.

It’s such a headache…

Although I also drank a lot of red wine, I was much more restrained than Afuluo...

I was still conscious, but I felt a little weak, after all, the cold had just recovered.

Grace walked quietly to the bedside, looked down at Afro, sighed deeply, and exhaled a slightly drunken breath.

A strand of naughty golden hair was rubbed by the half-exposed arm and curved like a crescent moon.

"How did you get yourself into this state?"

Subconsciously, Grace wanted to smooth Afro's hair, but her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, her pupils slightly dilated, and she withdrew her hand in distress.

Fortunately, Afro's consciousness was very blurred after being drunk, and he did not notice Grace's hesitation.

"Um……"

Afro let out a whimper of grievance like a little animal from his throat, and finally raised his drooping head. His emerald green eyes, stained with alcohol, looked at Grace with wet eyes.

"Just...drank a little."