Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Grace was flirting with someone in there and you closed the door!! You are the dumbest idiot in the world!"

Nora's brows were covered with wrinkles because of Lucia's careless words, like the weights constantly increasing on a scale.

With this curse, the so-called bottom line of patience was finally broken. Nora's jaw trembled slightly in anger and she exhaled deeply.

"What's wrong with me now?!"

"Isn't it good for me to do this? Miss Afro is a nice person, and she always looks sad. What's wrong with that?!"

Nora frowned, "You are the one who has been obsessed with your reincarnation of the Saint."

"hiss--!"

The witch in my mind took a deep breath and murmured as if she was possessed.

"I should have known earlier, I should have known earlier..."

"Nora, you have absolutely no sense of crisis! You even aided and abetted the evil! I have to think about whether I should change someone. You are so stupid. You are really so stupid. You already know the predetermined future, but you still make such a ridiculous decision."

"A pig can choose better than you!!"

The sharp tone filled with personal emotions and disappointment pierced through her mind deafeningly, making Nora feel the annoyance of the noise once again.

Leaning against the wall, she subconsciously tilted her head and looked at the long road illuminated by the bright street lights. The muscles on both sides of her cheeks bulged due to the endurance of biting.

Do not understand.

If - knowing that others will be successful in the future, you deceive others' emotions in order to get ahead, is this behavior really correct?

What’s the difference between him and the scumbag father who used sweet words to deceive his mother’s heart?

It's all deception.

This is something the most despicable people would do.

No, it's not just deception, it's also using survival as an excuse to cover up one's own dirty weakness.

"enough!"

Nora's cold face was covered with frost. She shouted at the witch to stop her rebuke.

"Lucia, please stop asking me to capture Grace. This is actually a good idea. She needs me to be her pawn, so she gave me the equivalent property."

"I can also rely on her to reach a higher level. Mutual symbiosis is much better than love."

"I will do whatever you want to revive for you."

Those who depend on others to survive are weak.

The girl's eyes were looking straight up at the ceiling, her blue pupils were as determined as the rushing sea, never looking back.

"You can't do it!" - The witch retorted disdainfully without giving any trust.

"I can do it."

Nora responded to the witch's ridicule with a stronger belief than last time, but she only gave a cold laugh.

"Heh...you can only wipe your tears secretly outside the door."

Nora suppressed her inner restlessness and muted Lucia again.

Having another interesting human being in your head is a novelty, but sometimes it can be a little annoying.

It's time to find a body for Lucia to stay in.

Once Lucia was blocked, everything around her became as silent as if a carnival party had suddenly turned into a dead silent classroom.

Here, Nora finally realized that the world was actually very quiet.

Loneliness strikes suddenly, people inside the door are whispering to each other, while people outside the door are meditating in the quiet time, waiting for time to pass.

What will they talk about in there?

Recalling the scene where Miss Afro was lying on the bed drunk, looking at her with tears in her eyes and pursed lips, Nora suddenly felt an indescribable envy.

Those who can shed tears freely are truly blessed.

Nora suddenly opened her rough five fingers, trying to grab something, but came up empty in the cold air.

The kindness Lucia showed was just like grasshoppers huddling together for warmth.

If I hadn't forcibly awakened her, Lucia's attitude wouldn't have been any different if it was someone else's blood...

The loneliness that had nowhere to go suddenly surged into her chest like a tide. Nora was used to it and had a blank expression on her face.

The most important thing to learn in life is habit. When facing suffering and injustice, just get used to it.

Without the noisy witch, the voice in my ears became unusually clear, and at some point, a faint call came from inside the door.

“Nora…”

Grace's voice was faint, like some kind of faint cry for help.

Did something happen to Her Highness Grace?

Nora pulled herself out of her panic and turned around and knocked on the door gently.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

Knock, knock. Clear knocks came into the room, but there was no response from Grace.

Nora knocked on the door again, but there was no movement in the room.

I might as well wait here for Her Highness Grace to come out. There's nowhere else to go anyway.

Furthermore, if Her Highness Grace did not have illusions, it might cause trouble for the time being.

Having made up her mind, Nora, like a loyal dog that has been waiting for its master for a long time, leaned her back against the wall and began her personal meditation.

Occasionally, some waiters dressed in maid costumes passed by in the corridor, holding beautiful flowers from the banquet and chattering incessantly.

Everyone can pick up their own flowers, but you are just standing there, and no flowers will bloom in the cold winter.

Nora spent a long time looking back and turning her head again and again.

In short, the world late at night is lonely.

The silence was broken only when a deep male baritone voice sounded in Nora's ears.

"Um... come here for a moment."

"Hey, didn't you hear that? The woman in the black and white maid uniform."

Are you calling yourself?

Her scattered pupils focused, and a pair of shiny platinum combat boots appeared in Nora's lowered sight.

The platinum court dress fits his thin figure perfectly, the long sword at his waist is majestic, the imperial medal on his chest is shining, and the one sinister eye on his handsome face is covered by a black eye patch.

It is the well-known Second Prince.

Nora still had some wit, she nodded and responded respectfully,

"Your Highness Karta, do you have any instructions?"

The military boots that represented the royal status kicked the door impatiently, and Karta said in a slightly aggressive tone,

"Where's Aisha? Ask her to come out and see me. And is there anyone else in there...? Where's Doris?"

Nora frowned, and her instinct told her that she shouldn't speak now.

"say!"

When Nora didn't respond, Karta raised his voice slightly angrily.

To be honest, it is extremely rude for a male noble to want to open a lady's room privately.

This is true even for members of the royal family.

Nora pursed her lips and was about to speak out to stop him, but was interrupted by a sharp, familiar female voice.

"Hey? Isn't this our empire's majestic Second Prince Karta? It's late at night, what are you doing here? Shopping?"

It was not Miss Doris, whose ambiguous voice aroused endless fantasies, but a character Nora had never thought of.

This is a noble girl with a cold and arrogant temperament. Her dazzling golden long hair is spread out like seaweed. She is wearing a golden princess dress with a waistline and the petticoat is spread out like a luxurious umbrella. Behind her are several gorgeously dressed female followers.

Even though her temperament, appearance and dress had changed a lot, Nora still recognized her at the first sight.

Nora Gwendolyn, a gifted girl with the same name as herself.

He looks down upon all living beings and regards everyone he sees as an ant.

Several noble ladies surrounded her, whispering to each other as they looked at this side.

"I just happened to pass by." - Karta's brows suddenly fell in displeasure.

"Passing by the women's suite?"

The eldest daughter of the Gwendolyn family raised her eyebrows in surprise, with a gloomy and mocking look on her face.

"Why didn't you say you were practicing swordsmanship here?"

The nails that were bitten unevenly began to overlap under the accumulation of anger. Karta glanced at him coldly.

"Don't mind your own business, Nora."

Nora shuddered subconsciously, but she knew that he was not calling her.

Swish, Nora Gwendolyn, who was named, opened the goose down folding fan in her hand, covering half of her mean face, leaving only narrow eyes full of disdain.

"As a noble man, you come to a place where ladies are, and you are not allowed to say a few words?"

Nora Gwendolyn even looked back shamelessly and exchanged glances with the noble ladies behind her to gain their approval.

"You're a pug who follows Doris around every day. Do other people even look at you? Haha."

Karta's nails were clicked back and forth, veins bulged on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and glared back fiercely.

"Boring."

After saying that, he turned around and left neatly.

"whispering sound."

Nora Gwendolyn closed her folding fan with contempt, her brows relaxed, "It's unlucky for a dog to run away."

A noble lady in a pink dress came up and whispered in agreement,

"Miss Nora, there is a women's banquet tonight. Don't ruin your good mood."

"Yes, it's the most disappointing thing to do it for a man."

The cold eyes finally dropped, and Miss Gwendolyn yawned lazily.

The eyes, which were originally unfocused and had physiological tears in them, suddenly sensed something like an eagle.

The chill of being stared at by death began to slowly climb up her spine, and Nora Francis felt the malice coming from another Nora.

"What are you looking at?"

Ta-ta-ta, the sound of high heels like an interrogation was heard, and then - Gwendolyn strode in front of Nora like a ghost with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Nora Gwendolyn pinched Nora's cheeks hard with her slender five fingers, almost forcing the two to look at each other in a tit-for-tat manner.

Time and space intertwined, and Nora seemed to have returned to the long winter when she was strangled by power.

Memories that had been forgotten for too long came flooding back to her. Even if she wanted to escape, the past would always catch up with her.

Nora stared at the malicious young lady with the same name and surname in front of her for a long time, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she said quietly,

"I'm sorry, miss, I wasn't looking at anything."

"Then put away that disgusting look of yours. It's really a familiar disgusting look."

Nora Gwendolyn glanced sideways at the group of young ladies behind her, and finally vented her anger by shaking her cheek away forcefully, deliberately trying to leave a noticeable red.

Her eyes almost pierced into the other person's eyes, and then she warned in a low voice like a mother animal,

"Next time you look at me, I will dig out your eyes."

"Born inferior."

After leaving a vicious remark with gnashing teeth, Nora Gwendolyn left surrounded by the crowd.

Nora touched her cheek and said nothing quietly.

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