Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Untie me. I'll only give you one minute."

This time it’s for real…

Afro looked at Grace hesitantly, her slender neck seemed so fragile that it could be broken with the slightest force, and he carefully held his breath and moved closer to her.

The black and red collar was like an invisible connection, locking the two people tightly together.

There are many reasons for not wanting to solve the problem. Saying things like being afraid that Grace might take risks are just self-sounding excuses.

Grace is so special, she is the only bright moonlight in the dark night.

Deserted, but still able to shine on others.

The collar is the only thing that connects the two people. Apart from this, what else can make two non-parallel lines intersect?

How can one catch such a person?

Fundamentally speaking, Grace and I are from two completely different worlds, whether it's the vision or the ideals.

"it is good……"

Afro replied bitterly. She wanted to say something, but found herself stammering and unable to say anything.

The joy of harmony had long since disappeared, leaving only reluctance and regret for one's own impulsiveness.

She looked at Grace. After hearing her promise, her icy expression finally softened a little, and the remaining relaxed brows and eyes showed her relief for surviving the disaster.

Is it so happy to get rid of yourself?

"Stop suppressing me with your self-righteous attitude of being older. In the relationship between you and me, you have always been the beneficiary of excessive protection."

Grace lowered her eyes and stated a fact in a very ruthless manner.

Each of her thick eyelashes was clearly visible, but Afro felt as if they were a spider web wrapped around her. Every time she opened and closed her eyelashes, the spider silk moved, affecting her thoughts.

What she said was true, and what she did was also true.

But Grace is always soft-hearted... maybe she will forgive herself in a few days.

"Yes...I will lift it once I am dressed."

Afro nodded and stopped talking to Grace. She twisted the bed sheet with her five white fingers and asked nervously,

"Then Grace, will you still care about me after the lifting of the ban?"

Grace glanced at Afro expressionlessly, leaving a meaningful glance.

Ruined.

Afro's heart sank.

When he kissed Grace forcibly for the first time and felt the sweetness, he should have known that this method was extreme and unfeasible.

It has already happened, it is too late to say anything more, and this is Her Highness Grace's first time...

We are all women, why would I do such a thing?

"What about Madam Linda? She said yesterday that she wanted to invest 50,000 gold coins..."

Afro hung his furry head and tried to win back his angry lover in a low voice.

"Fifty thousand gold coins is a very large sum. How did she agree to it? Or how did you..."

As Grace spoke, she pulled the quilt over to cover the barren snowy field on her chest that was covered with kiss marks. The densely packed ambiguous marks made people imagine a lot.

But the small quilt could not cover Grace's fair body in 360 degrees.

When she turned over and got out of bed, the half of the quilt that was snatched away kept hanging down, trying to cover her vaguely visible buttocks and slender waist.

But even if she tried hard to cover it up, she still couldn't hide the smooth and perfect white porcelain-like skin on her back and the obvious dimples on both sides.

changed.

Grace didn't care at all when they were taking a bath before...but now that they have become more intimate, she has become reserved.

This feeling of distance made Afuluo feel uncomfortable.

She bit her lip in grievance, and rolled over from the other side of the goose down bed weakly and limply, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor while explaining,

"She often comes to church. I met her on the road, so I asked her if she wanted to do business..."

“Is it that simple?” — ​​It’s just like the comments made by the top students on the test papers after every exam when we were children, which was Versailles to the extreme.

Grace sat on the edge of the bed, her hands even resting on her knees as she put on her panties. I couldn't help but look back at her in surprise.

Afro shook her head. She half-knelt beside the bed with only her round head exposed, but even so, her beautiful and delicate collarbone and slender neck were clearly revealed.

There are also shallow teeth marks left on it, symbolizing last night's resistance.

Afro, with his head lowered and his bright eyes blinking, looked aggrieved but loyal, like a golden retriever wagging its tail continuously after making a mistake.

"No, she disagreed, but I thought that Her Highness Grace couldn't give up so easily on what she wanted to do. Then, I told her that Father Morton was looking for new candidates for the auction... I could introduce them to her."

"Father Morton?"

Grace raised an eyebrow in interest.

Fortunately... I'm not that angry.

Seeing Grace's interest, Afro calmed down a little.

She picked up the scattered lace bra, which seemed to be Grace's size, and threw it over, then said,

"He is Father Morton of our Kelton Church. The priest is mainly in charge of the church and fundraising and other things. If he is promoted to a higher level, he will be the archbishop of each place..."

"The church is raising money..."

Grace pinched her chin, her pretty brows furrowed, and the anger seemed to disappear, replaced by a focused concentration of serious thinking.

Very fascinating.

Afro patiently explained, "Nobles donate items to the church, and then they hold a goodwill auction. Half of the money raised will be donated to the church in the name of charity."

But Grace narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, as if she had discovered some key point. She continued to ask while putting clothes on her barren chest.

"It's... used by the nobles to evade Imperial taxes. Is that correct?"

Where does this go?

The innocent Afro didn't know much about corruption and politics. She frowned and tilted her head in confusion, not understanding what Grace said at all.

"Tax evasion? Is there such a thing? I don't know."

"Isn't this as it should be? Isn't this the best way to launder money?"

Half of the funds go to the church, which has too many ways to manipulate them, such as asking people to auction certain famous paintings at high prices, and then laundering the bribe money into clean auction proceeds. It is simply the best place for corruption to arise.

But Afro still had her own set of arguments. She rested her soft chin on the bed, opened and closed her lips to speak, causing her curly hair to bounce, like a child who had never experienced the world.

"But the money raised is usually used to repair the church and distribute food."

Grace frowned subconsciously, and while putting on her clothes, she tried to persuade her,

"Then you know what? Where there is money and power, there will be corruption. Think about how luxurious the Kelton Church you are in is."

"But...it is necessary to worship the goddess."

Aphrodite puffed up her cheeks and retorted as a matter of course, "Since we have enjoyed the goddess's grace, it is only natural that other believers are willing to build a cathedral for her."

The action of buttoning the bra suddenly slowed down. Grace pursed her lips seriously, and for the first time she began to ask Afro about her future thoughts.

"What would you do if one day the things you believe in betrayed you?"

Afro's pupils dilated slightly, and she lowered her eyes with mixed emotions, then said firmly,

"Goddess Vers was once betrayed in hell and burned by nine hundred blazing true flames, but nothing could change her heart."

"Faith is the heart, and the heart beats every moment, and nothing changes—until the heart stops."

After staring at Afro's determined eyes for a long time in silence, Grace hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help asking the ultimate question hidden in her heart,

“Is there anything that can make you abandon your faith?”

Afro looked at Grace in surprise, as if wondering why she asked such a question, "Nothing."

Ah...it is true.

Grace's eyebrows drooped in disappointment, and her dressing movements, which had originally slowed down, became decisive.

Although Afro looks ignorant, he is very strong, independent, decisive and resolute.

Her ignorance was not due to ordinary incompetence, but to her unwillingness to get involved in dirty business.

The so-called strong sense of morality is nothing more than soft decoration.

She will get everything she wants like gentle breeze and drizzle. For example, between herself and her ideal, she will always greedily choose everything.

This is Afro's law of survival.

Suddenly, there was a moment of loss and relief, and Grace's body trembled slightly. When she lowered her eyes, she saw her body covered with kiss marks.

The dense kiss marks seemed to have turned into potential scars, and all the ambiguous traces were disgusting abscesses, emitting a foul stench and corroding every trace.

Suddenly I felt dirty all over, like a poor wretch shivering in a cardboard box in the incessant rain, with nowhere to go.

But Afro stopped talking, and continued to speak her inner thoughts sincerely.

"But if it's a human, Her Highness Grace, her parents, and her brother should all be counted."

"If... Grace talked to me more and kissed me more, I wouldn't want to be a saint... Those things can't be with the people you love and your family. It's boring. It's better to be a priest or something like that."

Grace blinked nervously, which was barely enough to comfort her.

But the more panic-stricken people become, the more they realize the horror of emotions.

Grace let out a trembling sigh.

"No need. Don't say such things next time. There is no relationship between us. You can just give the 50,000 gold coins invested to your brother. Since we are still related by marriage, his money is my money."

"Please keep your distance, Miss Aphrodite. I don't want any rumors to spread."

Almost the most ruthless words were spoken in the coldest tone. Grace saw Afro burying his head on the bed, his slender and beautiful five fingers tightly grasping the bed sheet, looking like an unwilling loser.

——Wait until I am able to adjust my mood and become the one who controls Aphrodite.

In the quickest possible time, he withdrew his emotions from it, leaving Afro to be the one who fell in love with him.

Grace suddenly felt as if her limbs had lost strength. After making this decision, her mind finally emptied.

Where is Nora?

Had she been outside the door all night?

142. Nora Closes the Door

Night is the time for ambiguity to ferment.

For Nora, who had just come of age, she already knew what was going to happen next.

The reason why she chose to close the store immediately was that Her Royal Highness Princess Grace liked women, and Miss Afro was a very good person.

From the perspective of promoting the beauty of adulthood, what I did was not wrong.

The silver lacquered and carved door was slammed shut with a clang, like a hammer that pronounced fate.

The heavy wind blew across my cheeks, and then - through the good sound insulation material, I could faintly hear some subtle quarrels.

"Um... Grace..."

"No!!!--La--!!!! You idiot!! Look at what you are doing?"

Sure enough, it was the loudest, most hysterical scream in the world, and one could almost imagine the dark and twisting madness of the witch Lucia.

"How can you be such a person? You pushed your future lover into the arms of someone else with your own hands."

The witch yelled and went crazy, as if all her rationality had been completely swept away by anger, and in the end she even started swearing.

"It's unbelievable! You were supposed to be standing at the finish line!! But what did you do now!!"

"I just closed the door."

Nora leaned against the wall and pursed her lips in displeasure.

"You deserve it. You secretly drop your little pearls late at night. I can't stand it. Why are you like this?"

"I am like this, and I don't cry."