Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Doris suddenly understood why the atmosphere here was so depressing... dead silence

She is completely different from the "Princess Grace", the daughter of the legendary witch who destroyed the Ibro nation.

She was imprisoned here.

This is her prison.

Before the wandering Doris could feel the almost self-immolating desire in the poem, the door creaked open.

Subconsciously, as if she was a guilty thief, Doris hid behind the long curtains even though they couldn't see her.

A young woman walked in. She was wearing pure white clothes, just like the pastor in the church. Her brown hair was covered with a white square hat, making her look clean and capable.

His eyes were dull and lifeless despite his delicate facial features, forming a sharp contrast with Grace.

In her hand she held a metal tray with a torture device on it for injecting fluids into the body.

But she was not as ferocious as traditional prison guards. Instead, her tired eyes and tone were full of concern.

"Miss Meilan, who was on duty this morning, said you took out the needle this morning?"

Doris didn't understand what was going on.

She has peeped into the memories of countless girls like a dark mouse, examined the memories of women like God, and then drew nourishment and inspiration from their memories.

There are innocent rich girls, bitches who rack their brains to release their jealousy, and noble ladies who only want to climb up...

But it is the first time that a different world is shown like Grace.

Grace calmly placed the diary on the table, and said coldly, "Yes," like a sealed iceberg.

"Let me see, isn't he fine now? If he just gets the injection, he'll get better soon, right?"

The woman in white frowned, and her lifeless eyes glanced at Grace, who was leaning against the wall with a dead look on her face. She muttered while changing the plastic bottle,

"If you look at others coldly like this, your mood will not improve. Dr. Durr said that you need to maintain a good mood in order to recover better."

Grace lay on the hospital bed, sneered and argued,

"I'm not sick."

"Are you not sick?"

The woman in white seemed to be accustomed to Grace's rebuttal. She turned the drip rate adjustment gear on the infusion tube and flicked it.

"Then why do doctors say you are sick? I won't bring you a book next time you pull out the needle."

"..."

Grace lowered her eyes silently and said nothing.

The woman in white took out a syringe with a slender pointed tip from the silver tray.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to watch TV series tonight? I remember I watched half of "The Smoker", right?"

Grace did not respond to the woman in white, like a walking corpse that was only breathing.

"No words again..."

The woman in white sighed slightly, then injected some liquid into the hanging plastic tube, and the liquid entered Grace's body.

"But... Miss Irene said that she would prepare a game console or something like that for you, so you can use it to kill some time."

"understood."

Like a fish on the chopping board that already knew its fate, Grace accepted it all calmly.

"Have a good rest. Call me if you need anything."

The lady in white, who was facing obstacles everywhere, could not break through Grace's defense, so she could only leave a gentle word and hurriedly closed the door and left.

Grace is indeed so cold no matter where she is.

However, when the name "Eileen" was mentioned, Miss Doris clearly observed that Grace's pupils dilated slightly.

Judging from their tone, they should be the ones who imprisoned Grace?

Isn't this a hospital instead of a prison?

So what exactly is wrong with Grace?

Is this another world? Or is this the upper world that the goddess Veils mentioned?

Doris didn't know, she could only hide behind the curtains like a wandering ghost, carefully observing Grace's every move in front of her.

Although there are places similar to hospitals in Rhine, the medical system here is completely different from Grace's.

It is somewhat related to those witch doctors who are popular among the people but have no magical content.

Doris glanced quietly out the window.

Outside the clear glass is a gorgeous dusk. The vast sky is dyed into a burning orange sea. There is a kind of desolate beauty in the silence.

After the room was closed, Grace encountered a new loneliness, but she did not sit idle. Instead, she began to look for something in the limited space where she could move around, rustling and clanging.

It was the first time she saw Grace so anxious and worried. The thin girl gritted her teeth, pressed the pen with her left hand, and put her whole body weight on the pen with her hips, trying to break the water-based pen.

There was a snap, the sound of plastic breaking.

The pen used for writing broke in the middle and turned into a sharp tool.

Doris could confirm that if the inverted triangle tip was stabbed into the skin with force, it would cause bleeding.

But Grace's eyes darkened, and she tugged at the shackles in her hands, grinding the broken surfaces against the metal cabinet next to her to make them sharper.

The locked wrists were over-stretched, and the shape of the shackles dug deeply into the fair skin and pressed against the hard bones.

It almost broke the slender wrist.

It looks painful.

But Grace is like an unruly wild cat, sharpening her claws in the cage, waiting for the moment of revenge.

Who is she waiting for? Who is she seeking revenge on? Or the one who locked her up?

Doris's heart was thus aroused, and she watched Grace's behavior motionlessly.

To be honest, Grace is a very cautious person, but is Grace the person he is looking for?

With a rustling sound, Grace gradually sharpened the pen into the sharp shape she wanted. She hid the weapon under the quilt beside her legs and lay dormant, with a horrifying purple bruise on the skin of her left wrist.

Then, the sky gradually darkened, and a few stars were scattered in the night sky.

Looking out through the wide glass, Doris saw more tall, steel buildings.

This place is similar to the Eris continent, but completely different. There are square iron boxes moving at lightning speed and lights that never sleep all night.

It’s not the continent of Eris, but a brand new place, the Nine Heavens, or Hell?

No, Doris quickly ruled out the possibility that this was the Nine Heavens where the gods lived.

She had been summoned by the goddess Veers and had seen the sacred abode of the high gods. It was a paradise surrounded by countless clouds and mist, not the city forest made of steel at the moment.

In the quiet moment of night, Grace did not turn on the lights, but closed her eyes. Her red eyes shone brightly in the night like will-o'-the-wisp.

She waited in silence, doing nothing.

Doris had no choice. She couldn't leave the room, so she could only savor the poetry collection Grace was reading and the sentences she wrote herself.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the door was gently pushed open in the darkness.

In the backlit doorway, Doris saw a woman wearing red high heels.

Under the outline drawn by light and shadow, she could only clearly see the woman's slender and graceful figure and slightly curly light brown waves.

Is this Miss Irene?

Grace, who had been waiting in the darkness under the starlight, quickly closed her eyes at this moment.

She pretended to be asleep, secretly clenching the weapon hidden at hand.

The woman clicked on the light and then slowly walked into the cage.

Miss Irene wore a blood-red dress that trailed to her ankles, which unexpectedly matched Grace's.

Doris stared at her intently. The woman's makeup was delicate, her facial features were majestic and aggressive, her steps were steady and oppressive, and the faint teardrop mole under the corner of her eye slightly reduced the aggressiveness on her face.

For some unknown reason, there is a sense of déjà vu.

She does have a bit of similarity with the famous Princess Victoria.

However, it is not a similarity in appearance, but a similarity in soul.

Grace remained motionless, closing her eyes as peacefully as a sleeping beauty, leaving her clean profile without makeup to Miss Irene.

The two parties seemed to be caught in some strange game.

Irene walked quietly to the bedside, looked down at Grace, and then tapped the black diary on the table beside her with her neatly trimmed index finger.

She opened Grace's diary and read it without any hesitation.

She naturally has complete control over Grace, so she can explore the bottom line of other people's privacy unconditionally.

The thin blue veins on Grace's forehead bulged for a moment, and she realized what Irene was doing, so she grasped the sharp weapon with her free left hand, waiting for the fatal blow.

152. Destructive Love

Gossip is human instinct.

Doris was curious about the relationship between two people from the nature of her soul.

A person's true nature can be seen from how he treats people who are lower than him in social status.

Grace's character is a bit cold and sharp, but someone who can lend a helping hand to the disadvantaged in a crowded square cannot be a bad person.

Although he has sharp edges and corners, his personality is like that of a cat, which is a little bit cute in an awkward way.

To whom would she expose such direct aggression?

What kind of mentality did she have when she wrote down the words in the notebook?

Grace is so different, is she the one that goddess Weiss is looking for?

Six years ago, Doris, who was still concentrating on magic, accidentally felt the call of the goddess Veils one morning.

In the misty ninth heaven, she heard the goddess' request, asking her to find the ultimate evildoer.

The definition of a person who is ultimately evil is also very simple: someone who destroys the laws of the world. This is a surprise to the continent of Eris.

But isn't the goddess omniscient and omnipotent? Why can't she do it herself?

——For Doris, she always has such doubts.

The goddess seemed to have heard her inner thoughts, and said in a voice full of divinity, "She is not one of my people, so naturally she cannot sense her existence. But you - are the one who is watched and blessed by me. One day you will find her... and kill her."

Regardless of whether the ultimate evil person is Grace or not, what we can know now is that Grace is different from all the women she has explored before.

Doris continued reading quietly with this question in mind.

The woman in red high heels read the words in her hand in silence.

She looked down at Grace, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, but her head remained motionless.

From this perspective, there is a kind of malicious looking down from a superior.

She closed the notebook and put it next to the desk, staring at Grace for a long time, ruthlessly exposing the disguise.

"I know you're awake, stop pretending."

In the quiet square room, the dashboard showing the vitality of life is ticking rhythmically.

Miss Irene's voice was also a little cold, but her voice was different from the indifference that Grace deliberately created by distancing herself from others. Instead, it was absolutely rational and calm.

But Grace remained unmoved. She still closed her eyes in relaxation, breathing steadily and quietly like a sleeping beauty.

Irene seemed to have prepared for this. She bent her body slightly, and reached her slender hands under the pure white sheets, exploring them very domineeringly.

With ease, just like an adult subduing a child, she took out the sharp weapon that she had prepared a long time ago from under Grace's bed.

I can't bear it anymore.

Grace's pretending to sleep finally ended. She pushed Miss Irene away with one hand, shackled, and shouted in a suppressed angry voice:

"E-lin! You should go to hell!"

His eyes, as sharp as a knife, glared at her with extreme disgust, wishing they could pierce her eyes directly.