Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace, who had gradually calmed down in the swaying carriage, thought deeply and raised her hand to Nora and asked,

"Nora, do you have a pen and paper here?"

Nora shook her head. "There is no such thing..."

Although the education rate in the Rhine Empire was relatively high throughout the entire continent, it was not possible to have paper and pen at hand at all times like in modern society.

But Grace didn't want to talk to Afro now until she was in a good mood.

After all, she was ridiculously stubborn.

After looking at the receding view from the window and thinking for a long time, Grace said softly as if in compromise,

"Aphrodite is following us. See? That carriage with the gold trim."

Nora followed Grace's instructions and easily found Afro's carriage among the traffic.

"The one with the golden horse head."

"Yes, you get off the bus later - tell her not to follow me. Rest for a while, and when the time comes I will go find her and make things clear."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora replied with a straight face, but she blinked a little faster than usual.

"If she asks how long it will be...tell her no more than a month."

"Yes."

Nora responded again.

The carriage rolled forward again. Grace exhaled a heavy breath and looked up at the intricately carved ceiling of the carriage.

There seemed to be a chill deep in the body, subtly traveling from the heart to every blood vessel, causing the thin body to tremble constantly.

Grace thought it was the chill from the draft, so she tucked her furry mink coat in and wrapped herself up tightly like a penguin.

After a long time, while there was still some distance between the cars, Grace, who was in a depressed mood, opened the system panel.

The first thing that popped up was the personal panel.

Character Grace [SP: 0/4] [Destiny Agreement]

Skills: [Advanced Holy Flame] [Mirror of Insight] [Patrol Positioning] [Ice and Snow Perception - Full] [Darkness Perception] [Fortune Perception]

Status: [Weak][Cursed]

Attribute points: Magic 5, Force 0, Luck?

The personal panel is very different from the last time. Not only are the attribute points unlocked, but there is also a more noteworthy gold-frame suffix.

——If you can get rewards by sticking to Afro, Grace can understand it, after all, this is a butter world...

But what is [Heaven's Will]?

Grace was puzzled, and with a slight thought, the system gave an explanation.

[Destiny Agreement: Establish an agreement with the destined person chosen by the gods, so that you can master more magic related to the light side, including but not limited to life connection...]

Grace was too lazy to look further down, but the system's accumulated prompt boxes kept popping up.

[Achieve intercourse with Saint Aphrodite and unlock the will of destiny]

[Achieve intimacy with Saint Aphrodite and unlock the skill of fortune perception]

[Saint Aphrodite's personal CG first agreement has collected bonus attribute points]

[Exhaustion achieved...]

Various magic items in the achievement store, as well as more and more contact tasks piled up

There were too many of them. Countless ding-dong notification sounds were like sharp steel needles piercing Grace's eyes, causing her pupils to tremble in shock.

What and what are these…?

Afro's panel also changed slightly after this.

[Saint Aphrodite][Available][Cultivable][Missing][?]

【Favorability:???】

【Sanity: 15】

[Experience value: 8]

【□□□：158】

[Comment: The beloved nun seems to like taking leave on prayer days recently and has become a little lazy.]

Grace, who originally set out to tame someone as a challenge, was like a balloon that expanded to the extreme and then suddenly exploded, losing all her accumulated momentum.

If you want to do this with a little favor from the system...

Grace couldn't do it.

Once an unspeakable emotion is added, the motivated player will lose her determination to challenge.

I don't want to go on like this anymore.

Grace's fair right hand, which had once tightly twisted the bed sheet, now covered the uneasy snowfield.

An unprecedented panic attacked her, engulfing every inch of her skin. Grace was confused about the future of her relationship with Afro.

I can no longer indulge myself and deceive my true feelings under the pretext of completing a mission.

It’s not that I don’t like it, but that I can’t like it.

[System prompt: You have won the heart of Saint Afro, the flame of desire has broken through the sacred taboo, and the current mental submission is 50%. ]

[Use all means to make the pure and innocent soul completely corrupt - the chapter of the corruption of the noble and holy soul, the task has been released, requirements: □□□ reaches 50, submission degree 80%, experience value 100. ]

[Within three days, ease Afro's longing and reduce Afro's □□□ to 60. ]

What do you mean?

Isn't this forcing me to find Afro?

Grace frowned, her long eyebrows raised upside down, and pursed her lips to suppress the forced feeling of nausea rising from her abdomen.

For some reason, the inexplicable chill became more and more acute, but all Grace's thoughts were now tied to Afro and the system.

There is no way around the system requirements.

But - the last time the system tasked me with this, apart from the pain I felt when I was sick, there were no other more serious consequences. It seemed that it was just using the feeling of impending death to threaten me to complete the task.

If it means suffering, then I can bear it...

After all, physical pain is just the simplest threshold in life.

It was just a matter of enduring the pain. She had always been good at enduring pain.

She leaned against the car door like a lost soul, holding her breath and enduring all the strange cold feelings.

……

As the groom pulled the reins, the pure white horse stopped on Eck Avenue next to the Royal Opera House.

It is said to be next to the Royal Theatre, but in fact it is about one kilometer away.

Unlike the Royal Theatre, which is paved with expensive marble, the paths here are paved with flint and cobblestones and look a bit old.

The buildings on both sides are not like the luxurious aristocratic blocks, using tall carved pilasters or doorways to create the beauty of light and shadow.

There are more simple wooden bungalows painted and lined up in rows, ordinary but beautiful.

Doris lives at the end of the alley, in a witch-style two-story house with a small garden. In the garden, even in the cold winter, the flowers are in full bloom, so gorgeous that it looks like a bright spring.

It's just like...Doris's people.

Grace drew the curtains, pushed the door open, and stepped on the beam.

Although Nora stretched out her hand to help, she jumped down as neatly as an agile cat.

The thin calves hidden under the black winter skirt seemed to have lost their muscles and could not help shaking.

Is the weather getting colder?

Grace looked up at the sun rising above the clouds. The winter sky was still hazy and it was still unknown when spring would come.

Or is it because of Afulo’s problem yesterday?

Ah...really, why are you still thinking about Afro?

Grace's face changed, and she hated herself for being boring.

But his peripheral vision naturally caught a glimpse of Afro's carriage parked on the side of a distant long street.

The middle-aged carriage driver pretended that the wheel was broken. He grabbed his curly hair and kept patting and pointing at the front and rear wheels.

And Afro seemed to have only a small gap, revealing only a pair of iconic green eyes, looking at herself cautiously.

What is she doing?

Grace felt really angry, amused, and helpless.

"..."

She looked back at Avro's carriage and winked at Nora, indicating that Nora should negotiate with the stupid nun.

……

"!!!"

Swish! Afro pursed her lips and trembled as if she had been electrocuted. The reddish-brown curtains of the car window were pulled up with a harsh sound, and her guilty heart was beating at an overspeed.

"Mr. Coachman, your acting is terrible!!!"

145. That’s enough for Pu Xinnu!

"Ms. Aphrodite... I have never done anything like this before."

The embarrassed driver sneaked to the window and reported in a stiff and low voice.

Afro's facial features were twisted into a ball in despair, and she wrapped her pretty face in the curtains, like a blooming, childish and lovely flower.

"Mr. Coachman! Can't you see it? It's broken, broken, broken!"

The girl glanced anxiously at the approaching Gothic maid, her soft voice hurried, and she couldn't help kicking the car door with her feet.

"Ms. Nora is only ten steps away from here, why are you still pretending? You might as well just get in your car and drive around the corner to hide!!!"

The driver had a subtle expression. He touched the wheel in a panic, then pretended nothing had happened and sat on the front of the car.

But - Miss Nora had already arrived in front of the carriage, before the driver raised the reins.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Coachman."

The thin maid stood in front of the raised horse hoof, and her voice was calm, but it was enough to make the driver stop his movements completely.

The driver held the reins hesitantly, looking back at the carriage with evasive eyes, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to Miss Afro in the carriage. My master asked me to give Miss Afro a message."

"Miss Afro, what do you mean..."

The coachman leaned closer to the small door gap on the front and rear carriages and asked.

"What do you want to say?"

With a swish, the reddish-brown curtain of the car door opened, and a serious face appeared in front of Nora.

Afro frowned and looked down at him with narrowed eyes.

If an uninformed person saw Afro's expression, they would think that the nun was judging some evil believers.

"I'm just the way..."

Nora stared at her with burning eyes and reminded her in a friendly manner like an artificial AI.

"Miss Afro, I remember that nuns cannot lie."

"Cough cough..."

Afro's cheeks suddenly turned slightly red. She cleared her throat awkwardly, tilted her head to the side and whispered,

"I'm not lying, I did pass by here." - With Grace, of course.