Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"It's okay, Miss Aphrodite. His Highness wants me to tell you something."

Nora said this, and her attitude seemed to be similar to before, neither cold nor indifferent.

Could it be that Grace still wants to keep me?

Afro, with her head wrapped in the curtain, looked back at Grace who was leaning on a crutch under the carriage.

The girl also seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to be in a good mood?

Afro's eyebrows curved, and her pupils, which were twinkling like a guilty thief, seemed to be injected with new vitality and became brighter.

"What? Did Grace change her mind again? Or are they happiest together with Afro?"

She raised her head proudly, and her legs resting on the seat began to swing happily unconsciously, like a puppy's proud tail wagging back and forth.

"I know her little temper."

This is also true given Grace's duplicity.

"No."

Nora refused in an almost inhumane way, "She wants to tell you, Miss Afro - don't come to see her these days. It will be very troublesome if you follow her. She will come to see you when the time comes, probably within a month."

"Eh?"

The girl's expression was as if she was petrified. She stood there for three full seconds. Her face turned blue and red before she reacted belatedly.

"Ah... Grace, you coward!! Liar!! A coward who runs away! Why are you so stubborn and annoying!!!"

It was such a cute expression that Nora couldn't help but want to laugh.

But all she had to do was complete the task, and now the task was completed.

"Sometimes people need to keep a distance from each other. So, now that I have finished conveying my message, I will leave first."

After Nora finished speaking, she bowed slightly, turned on her toes on the cobblestone road, and prepared to leave, but Afro's crisp call followed.

"Wait a minute, Miss Nora!"

"what happened?"

Nora looked back and saw the girl's loving eyes staring at the distant silhouette, and she said softly and tenderly,

"She always likes to do dangerous things. I hope you can hold her back when I'm not around."

The mood was particularly subtle, as light as water soaked in lemon. Nora nodded and did not reject Afro.

……

Although Doris had arranged for Grace to meet at Icke Avenue, there was actually an opera performance called "Dark Street" in the afternoon.

So Grace didn't see Miss Doris until she sat down at the opera house.

It feels like a prince going to a date, but always having to go through numerous difficulties and dangers.

The ticket Doris gave was a front-row seat very close to the stage, so close that she could join the performance by just taking two steps.

Grace walked through the rows of aisles and finally sat down in the spacious and comfortable front row.

Directly in front of the field of vision is a huge red curtain. When the curtain is opened, an opera life that is different from reality will be performed.

If you look up, you can see rows of magical spotlights embedded in the ceiling. The venue facilities are very luxurious.

As soon as Grace sat down by adjusting her skirt, the woman next to her, who looked very happy, leaned on the armrest and started to chat with her enthusiastically.

"Eh? Pretty lady, are you coming to see Miss Doris's opera, too?"

Grace glanced at the lady sitting next to her in the dim light.

A black and white Gothic mini skirt, a standard lace women's sun hat, and bright golden hair combed into a beautiful princess bun.

She seems to be a sentimental noble lady.

Grace moved her body and responded politely and coldly,

"It's my first time here, what's wrong?"

"No wonder I felt unfamiliar with him,"

The enthusiastic young lady placed her right hand on her chest, sat on the chair and performed a simplified aristocratic salute to Grace.

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. I'm a fan of Miss Doris. I'm always in the front row at every show."

Oh, Grace raised her eyebrows and now she understood that this person was a fan of Miss Doris.

It's normal. It would be abnormal if a beautiful woman like Miss Doris didn't have some followers.

"You bought a front row seat on your first visit. That's impressive. But would you like me to introduce Doris to you..."

Seeing that she was about to start preaching, Grace interrupted her and said,

"Is Miss Doris popular?"

In response to this almost questioning statement, Miss Fan raised her eyebrows in astonishment and proudly puffed out her flat chest.

"Although she does seem difficult to approach, her performances are always sold out. What do you think? Do you want me to introduce you to today's opera? And Miss Doris... You know, Miss Doris is the most popular among the more than 100 opera singers at the Royal Opera House."

...? That's weird.

Grace's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help but stretch out her folded hands to signal Miss Fan to shut up.

"No, drama needs to be appreciated calmly."

"If you don't savor some things carefully, you won't understand their connotations..."

Grace closed her eyes subtly, leaned her head against the chair and let the fan girl talk.

"Well, you've seen it and you know it, just wait to be charmed by the beautiful Miss Doris..."

"Anyone who doesn't understand how charming Miss Doris is has low taste..."

……

After being nagged for a while, the gorgeous red curtain that had been covering the scene was finally pulled open.

Miss Doris stood in the center of the stage wearing a shoulder-baring slim dress and walked slowly. The hem of her skirt dragged from her hips to her knees. With each step, the hem of her skirt rose and fell, so gorgeously that it looked like a mermaid's shining fishtail.

Her eyes kept searching for something in the audience, until she met Grace's gaze, then she smiled slightly, revealing a gorgeous smile that could captivate the whole country.

"Miss Doris smiled at me!!! So pretty..."

Grace's ears moved slightly, and her sensitive hearing clearly heard the excited mumbling of the fan girl sitting next to her and the clapping sounds.

Well...anyway, Miss Doris is probably really popular.

Then, after the actors introduced themselves, the opera officially began.

Doris played Miss Ruth, a singing girl who had fallen into poverty and sang in the dark streets.

Ruth in the play was born into a poor family. Her father died in the army, and her mother was depressed all day long and even beat Miss Ruth occasionally.

When the imperial suppression army passed by here, the mad mother ran away in tatters.

Miss Ruth, who had lost everything, was shivering in the cold winter. Mrs. Dark Street happened to find her and took her back to Dark Street.

At this time, Miss Ruth was thirteen years old.

Thus, there was a caged lark on the dark street. Even though she was in the middle of a brothel, smiling and trying to please customers, she was as kind and clean as a pure white dove.

Seven years passed like this, and Miss Ruth accidentally saved the wounded rebel knight Mr. Wilson.

He is just, brave, and kind, and is the first person to discuss the world with Miss Ruth on an equal footing.

Mr. Wilson told Miss Ruth that he wanted to see the rebels overthrow the cruel dynasty.

He and she imagined sunshine, flowers and a sparkling future.

The two quickly fell in love, and even though Wilson knew that Miss Ruth was a lowly singing girl, he didn't care.

What he liked was the noble soul beneath the skin, so he promised Miss Ruth that the rebels would attack the city next week and would come to pick Miss Ruth up after the victory.

……

The dark street set above the stage is always luxurious and shining, with countless jewels sparkling, and the women passing by are always wearing gold and silver, as if it is a paradise on earth.

Doris sang beautifully on the brightly lit stage, accompanied by string music.

"The stage was set up in the theatre, and the crowd surged in the open-air brothel, as if suffering from a recurring pain, and the demons squeezed into this narrow and dirty lane of love and debauchery."

"The desperate dancer twirled tirelessly, blood dripping from her red high heels."

The hopeful dancer looked into the distance, "Mr. Wilson, whom I miss so much, where have you been?"

The guest actors surrounding the stage sang in chorus, "How beautiful she is."

"Elegant dancing."

"A beautiful singing voice."

“It’s really addictive.”

"Like a beautiful canary."

"I would give her all the gold in the world."

As the hammer fell, the music stopped abruptly, and the singing girl was sold for a good price again.

Miss Ruth, who was sitting lonely in front of the window, stroked the necklace given by her lover, lowered her head, and murmured,

"The new moon roses are blooming all over the windowsill, and there is no news from the lover who broke his promise. Goddess, what should I do?"

"Miss Ruth, it's time to come out and receive the guests."

Mrs. Dark Street's urging voice was like the god of death's scythe, and the light in Miss Ruth's eyes disappeared.

……

Later, the curtain was pulled back and Mr. Wilson was arrested as a pioneer of the rebels.

On the high gallows, the young knight lost his life like lowly dust.

And his lover, Miss Ruth, was wandering among the guests. She had no way to escape from this place of pleasure and could only move numbly like a puppet.

Then, countless terrifying sparks ignited from the edge of the stage like magic, and the dark street was greeted by a world-destroying fire that covered the sky.

The guests scattered in fear, but the heroine, Miss Doris, wore a bright red dress that was as hot as fire.

She danced to her heart's content, stretching her soft limbs. Her fine white hair fluttered sadly, like a red butterfly bathed in blood in the firelight.

The flag of the brutal dynasty burned crookedly in the fire of decadence. At this moment, she had no lines, only a soft humming that went straight into the soul.

The soft, desperate humming was completely unable to resist the ruthlessness of nature, but it was like the cuckoo's weeping blood, putting an end to Miss Ruth's lifelong love and hatred.

The beauty of tragedy reached its peak and everyone held their breath.

The spotlight on the stage finally focused on Doris. She gave a contemptuous smile to the world, and then disappeared like a breeze.

The red cloth representing the curtain call was slowly drawn up, and the lights in the entire opera house were completely turned on.

At this moment, people finally came to terms with the pitiful and tragic life story of that woman, and then - there was a long-lasting applause.

“It’s so beautiful…”

"Why can't Miss Ruth... and Mr. Wilson be together?"

Everyone at the scene applauded her performance, and some ladies with low tear points even secretly wiped their tears with handkerchiefs.

And the fan girl next door, of course, also secretly dropped her little pearls.

Grace finally admitted that Doris was like an impressive movie star in modern society.

It's hard for viewers not to like it.

Grace also began to appreciate the slightly "frivolous" Miss Doris.

At least her performance on stage is enough to make everyone's heart beat.

"Now... you should know how powerful Miss Doris is..."

Miss Fan came over and tried to recruit Grace into the church while quietly sniffing.

It's quite amazing.

But… Miss Fan always likes to mutter during opera performances, and Grace has extremely sensitive hearing.

I watched the entire opera almost listening to Miss Fan's complaints...

Things like "Ms. Ruth, don't trust Mrs. Dark Street" and "Run, Mr. Wilson, don't trust him."