Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

He left home in the morning and took a half-hour carriage ride to St. Varisi's Church, leading the believers in morning prayers.

As a nun, she must learn etiquette and writing, and at the same time she needs to take care of the garden and teach children in the orphanage and illiterate believers.

Every afternoon, I go to the confessional to listen to believers’ troubles and answer their questions.

As the sun sets, I pray as usual, and finally in the dark night I thank the goddess, recall the good deeds of the day, and fall asleep peacefully.

According to the daily process, every believer needs to pray at least 5 times.

But today Afro was not in the mood to do these things, she had more important things to worry about.

Staying out all night is no longer the immediate problem; what is more important is how to deal with the relationship with Grace.

The carriage moved steadily along the wide cobblestone road, moving forward amid the noise of rollers and the market.

Afro's head was tilted against the window, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, her green eyes that always radiated warmth and care were now wide open in confusion.

"Ugh……"

Afro let out a complicated sigh. Sometimes she covered her chest with sorrow like a young girl who was in grief for the passing of time. Sometimes she became dazed and her eyes were blurred, savoring an unspeakable joy.

Like a lamb that escaped from its comfort zone for the first time, my heart was pounding with excitement about what I had done, but I also had an inexplicable sense of panic.

"Grace..."

She gently touched the top of her lips, imagining the intimacy that had taken the ambiguity to its fullest last night.

Her Highness's lips always felt soft no matter how many times I touched them.

At this point, the girl's fair cheeks were suspiciously flushed again, and her heart was beating shamelessly at an overspeed.

Once I close my eyes, the scene from last night will replay in my mind, followed by the disgusted and resolute look on the face of Her Royal Highness the Princess...

“Ahhh… why? Why is this happening?”

Afro held his head in his hands in a state of collapse, curled up on the edge of his seat, his cheeks burning, his toes curled up, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

She did something inappropriate for a nun...

Ah, of course it's nothing.

Lady Veils is the God of Love, she can totally understand...

Afro patted her chest to comfort herself, and she opened the red-covered "Chronicle of the Goddess" placed next to her seat.

This is a hardcover edition, so there will be some illustrations in the book.

Afro turned to page 234 without even thinking about it. She read the contents of the book softly.

"The goddess incarnated as a human and said to the lost saint Acacia: The huge waves will swallow the world, and the seeds of hope that have been nurtured have been given to you. Build a huge ship to sail through the dark road. All those who are kind and upright are my brothers and sisters, and board Noah's Ark, while the wicked will be swallowed by the waves."

The book uses simple sketches to outline the human form of the goddess.

In the painting, she placed her hand on the naked, flat-lying Acacia's abdomen, leaning slightly over her forehead to give her a loving kiss.

Acacia's bright chest was exposed, which was a bit too revealing.

Aphrodite knew that it was the goddess who made Acacia pregnant so that she could save the continent of Eris from the water and fire, but every time she read this part before, she felt embarrassed...

But today's mood is a little subtle.

The goddess is clearly recorded as a female, and Acacia is also a female... Why didn't I notice it before?

A special feeling of guilt, luck, and curiosity mixed in his heart, and Afro suddenly covered the book in his hand quickly as if he had been electrocuted.

"I think... you won't mind, Goddess."

She nodded again, as if to strengthen her confidence, "Well... I don't think she will mind."

But the troubles don't end there, there's also Grace.

Afro felt extremely panicked when he thought of Grace's angry and ruthless face when they said goodbye, as if she was going to break up with him.

So why did we do this at that time?

Why has the relationship become like this?

"Ahhhh!"

Holding her head, Afro began to feel painful and worried again. Her body arched like a caterpillar, and her eyes fell on the collar that had been removed and was temporarily kept by her.

The classic red and black model lies quietly on the seat and is still very suitable for obedient pets to wear.

Afro was stunned, as if time had stopped.

No, no!

"Obviously...Obviously she wanted to do it."

So why are you unwilling to admit it?

Afro couldn't understand.

But the rolling wheels did not give her time to think, and the carriage had already arrived at its destination smoothly.

The morning sun was shining brightly outside the velvet red curtains. A bustling crowd crowded around the spire-like Gothic church. The smell of worldly life came in through the slightly hazy glass.

"Miss Afro, we're here."

The coachman's hoarse voice sounded, and Afro looked at the stone sculpture of the goddess in the center of the church garden with some trepidation, made the sign of the cross in front of her, and prayed devoutly.

Goddess, please forgive my sins, my insolence, my infidelity...

Forgive me for being late.

It was now past the time for morning prayers.

With a deep sigh, Afro looked gloomy and stepped down carefully on the beam.

The biting cold of winter hits me in the face, and there is a light mist in between.

"It's so cold..."

Like a cat that likes to kick its hands, Afro lowered his head, took small steps through the church door among the believers, and prayed that no one would notice him.

"Aphrodite."

An extremely familiar, deep and gentle male baritone voice came into my ears.

Afro was slightly startled, and she raised her head to look at him.

Familiar golden curly hair, familiar Argerich family crest, familiar face...

"Brother..."

Afro called out the name of the person guiltily, but her golden head couldn't help but look down at her own shiny high heels.

These are the shoes I wore to the party last night and I haven't had time to change into them.

But there is more to it than that…

Last night, last night... the person who did that to me...

She is my brother’s fiancée, even though they will never become a real couple.

But when I really faced my elder brother at this moment, I felt that I had gone too far...

Nurkic took two steps at a time and came up, more worried than questioning. He asked anxiously,

"What were you doing last night? Mother said you didn't come home all night, and she even sent someone to my lab to question you for a long time."

You can't possibly say that you were with Her Royal Highness the Princess and did something like that, right?

Afro subconsciously pulled his collar to cover up the teeth marks hidden under his clothes, and the corners of his lips curled up to reveal a polite and awkward smile.

"Going to... a party, with friends."

Fortunately, her innocent appearance gave her a natural talent for deception, so she wasn't discovered.

"lie."

Nuerki saw through his sister's lie at a glance. He lowered his eyebrows and gently taught her, "Afro, you are a nun and you can't lie in front of the goddess, understand?"

He felt that his tone was too harsh, so he sighed again and explained in a more earnest tone,

"Brother, I'm not trying to cause trouble for you. In fact, you rarely do things like this. The main reason is that we are all very worried and afraid that something will happen to you."

"You're a girl and you're easily bullied outside... Next time if you don't come home, remember to let me know, okay? As long as you're okay, I'll be relieved and can tell mother about it."

"I brought you a sandwich made by the maid, Miss Meilin, from your locker. I remember that this is your favorite."

Apparently, this attack was very effective against Afro. She lowered her head, like a wilted, lifeless, and ruined tulip.

"understood."

A mosquito-like voice sounded, and Afro explained in a low voice,

"Well... there was a little emergency... I didn't lie, but I couldn't reveal her identity..."

She crossed her fingers, obviously nervous.

"It doesn't matter,"

Nurkic shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"I believe in your judgment. You have always been an independent person, right? But... Father asked you to attend Francis' engagement party tonight. Remember to go home early. It is not easy for a lady to attend the party."

"That...brother..."

Afro was feeling a little down, but he couldn't help but take out the most restless and troublesome things hidden in his heart.

Nurkic seemed to have noticed something. He lowered his head and asked with a smile,

"What's wrong? Any secrets? Or do you want to eat something?"

Not knowing whether asking such a question was cruel, Afro closed his eyes tightly, ready to die. Finally, he opened them and asked through gritted teeth,

"That is...if a person likes another person but is always unwilling to admit it, why is that...?"

Why do you like someone but are unwilling to admit it? Why do you always deny other people's kindness step by step?

Why can't I see into her heart?

The expression on Nurkic's face also froze. On his handsome face there was a maturity and vicissitude that went beyond his age.

"There are definitely things that cannot be overcome, such as age, status, or even life and death... It doesn't mean you have to be together just because you like someone."

He spoke softly, but his deep eyes reflected the appearance of another person.

"Love is a responsibility, not a crazy feeling. If he is unwilling... it may be because he is unable to take on the responsibility of a common future for the two of them, and has no determination to cut through mountains and cross seas for others..."

Nurky's voice became smaller and lonelier, as if he was talking to himself instead of answering Afro.

Doesn't Grace want to take responsibility for the future she shares with him? When she thought of this, Afro's heart suddenly stopped for a second.

Is that why she told me not to follow her?

This is undoubtedly like pouring a basin of ice water at the time when love is at its strongest, making people shiver uncomfortably even under their thick cotton-padded jackets.

"what……"

The girl let out a lost sigh.

A female voice called out from afar, "Your Majesty Aphrodite! The letter from Sister Tuberle has arrived."

"understood."

Afro raised his slender hands and waved them back and forth to indicate that he had heard it, then turned to look at Nuerki, "Then... Brother, I will go to read the letter first."

Nurki seemed to have long been accustomed to such an Afro, and his originally depressed mood was instantly covered up by a gentle smile.

"Go quickly."

Afro waved goodbye and took two steps, then turned around and reminded him stealthily,

"Don't tell mother that I went out to attend a party yesterday. Remember to tell her that I was at a friend's house..."

"Okay, okay, go ahead. I know what I'm doing."

……

Even though Sister Tuberee was far away in the small town of Barut in the southwest, she would often answer Aphrodite's questions.

Afro feels that the reason why she is who she is now is that she was greatly influenced by Sister Tuberee.

It was the dazzling light of her kindness that penetrated deep into her bones that influenced her decision to become a nun.

Therefore, she would seriously think about the meaning behind every word Sister Tuberley said.