Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace lied without batting an eyelid.

"Saved you?"

Victoria obviously didn't believe it. Her voice became a little sharp, as if she was questioning some fact.

"Saved you from a blast from the sky—and took you to her house?"

Grace blinked her eyes, using the trick of playing dumb she learned from Afro, and asked innocently,

"What's wrong? Is there a problem, sister? Miss Doris is quite nice."

"Based on Doris's ability...it is possible."

Victoria's cheeks twitched slightly, her face looked a little dark, and she warned in a low voice with a serious expression,

"But... Doris is not a good person. First of all, she is from Ota Korvi, and then Karta's teacher, Prophet Kaluge, is the teacher of General Ota Korvi. Do you understand what I mean?"

After saying this, a gaze full of calculation and interests fell on Grace's face, with a sharp sense of oppression.

This wasn't a reminder, it was her ultimatum.

Politics is like this. Even just being from the same hometown or ethnicity can be a reason to stick together, not to mention being students of the same teacher.

Both she and Irene are people who do not tolerate disobedience from others. They are selfish and always put themselves at the center.

Grace understood what Victoria meant, so her only choice was to obey:

"Then... Imperial Sister, should I stay away from her?"

Victoria curled her lips and smiled contemptuously. She seemed to recall some past events. She lowered her eyes and said coldly,

"When she was at the Royal Academy, she was domineering and liked to play with other people's lives... I even had a grudge against her for this."

"Yes—don't associate with her."

The voice was gentle, but the tone was extremely strong, with the emphasis placed on "she", which was enough to taste Victoria's disgust for Doris.

Are these two people having any trouble?

Grace's eyes turned, and things seemed to suddenly become interesting. She secretly buried this information in her heart.

"understood."

She nodded and didn't pursue the question further. She said obediently like a docile sheep,

"Sister, I am not a child anymore. I have eyes that can distinguish. I know who is good to me and who is not."

People who have always been in a dominant position will always develop an arrogant feeling of superiority, which is an innate evil rooted in the human soul.

If one day, my status and Victoria's status are different, what will happen? Just like the incident of the night kiss...

Grace is looking forward to it.

"That's good of you. I'm glad you know that. Anyway, don't have too much contact with her."

Victoria touched Grace's head symbolically, maintaining the most standard polite smile and praising her without any smile in her eyes.

"And the second thing is, you can't go out recently."

It’s about can’t, not about don’t want to.

The almost forced speech made Grace feel extremely uncomfortable.

I had a premonition telling me that it was not just that I could not go out, but a special form of imprisonment.

The same excuse as "curing an illness".

Victoria was facing the winter sun. The golden medal of the Empire, which represented power and merit, hanging on her chest, was shining brightly, piercing her pupils like a sharp knife.

Grace frowned in disgust.

Can't go out? It's impossible no matter how I think about it.

If he couldn't leave the palace, all his efforts, including the 100,000 gold coins in his pocket, would be in vain.

Whether it is revenge or seizing power, it is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

But right now Victoria was going to completely rule out her only possibility.

Grace said the words of refusal almost without hesitation, "Imperial sister, I don't want to!"

Victoria's right jaw moved slightly, and her brows jumped slightly as if she had received an electric shock, but she still maintained a gentle smile and said:

"Didn't you like flowers and plants in the past? Wouldn't it be nice to play the piano and write some poetry? It's very dangerous outside the palace. You can't go out. This is the third time this month."

The gentle voice became lower and lower, and the calm scarlet eyes were deep and profound. Victoria seemed like she might explode at any moment.

This is a precursor to repressed anger.

Grace looked around with her peripheral vision and found herself in Victoria's bedroom...

There was no way she was at the mercy of the real Victoria, nor could she be locked away in a palace.

But it is impossible to compete head-on with Victoria.

Before she can protect her own strength, she needs to temporarily rely on Victoria.

Even if what she needs is a pet that she can abandon at any time.

Then wag your tail and beg like a pet, be docile and obedient like a pet, and bite her neck at the right time like a pet.

"Sister Royal..."

So, she pretended to lower her slightly red eyes, grabbed the sleeves of her military uniform, and like a petal on a dead branch that would be blown away by the wind, she begged in a fragile and pitiful voice,

"The environment in the palace is too depressing, like an endless dark cage. I don't like that feeling..."

“People are nothing more than a light that is on. When the time comes, everyone should turn it off.”

Victoria's voice rejected her cruelly and tenderly,

“And the world is a huge cage, and you can’t escape from it anywhere.”

The irresistible tone and the slightly drooping corners of her mouth showed that her patience had reached its limit.

But Grace was not willing to give in yet.

157. Afro: Isn’t this just a coincidence?

The familiar tone, the same arrogant attitude of thinking that one is in control of everything, is really annoying.

All leaders who can stand above others have a certain characteristic and have super control over things.

There is no doubt that Victoria is as extremely selfish as Irene.

She can release kindness to you unrestrainedly, give you bright spring days, and give you the gifts of the merciful.

But he can also make you get down on your knees and crawl in the mud according to his will.

Sometimes, Grace really sighs at the subtle similarities between the two. Is it a stroke of fate?

Or is it that there really is a god above the so-called nine feet, and that He enjoys watching people twist and struggle in pain?

But in short, only those who can control their emotions can go further.

Now Grace’s request is simple - to survive, and then find a suitable place to develop her power steadily.

It was obviously not a good idea to be under Victoria's protection. Who could guarantee that the "poisoned wine" incident would not happen again?

Grace's only option is to pretend to be a harmless pet.

Lower your eyes, let your gaze blur, then look up to focus the light in your pupils, and hold the sleeve of your military uniform - you can easily make a begging appearance.

Grace prayed softly,

"Is it not possible to just go out? The maids said earlier that the children in the orphanage missed me very much..."

"No."

The so-called request was interrupted before she could finish her excuse. Victoria refused it cleanly and almost emotionlessly, while pulling her sleeves out.

Grace looked at Victoria's face. On her cold and beautiful features was a serious look that did not allow for rejection and was giving orders.

"The world runs on rules, Grace, you know that? You can't break the rules."

Victoria taught with an elder attitude,

“I saw you reading the history of magic a few days ago. You know, there are also chosen ones or witches in this world who are born with powerful powers.

They are born with abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and can even summon huge magic balls to destroy a city of tens of thousands of people in an instant."

"But no one will do that. Rules that can maintain peace are the best choice.

Once you break the rules, the world will not tolerate you. This is why witches and gods gradually disappear.

Grace, if you want to survive you must stay in the cage, because the cage is the rule."

Victoria frowned and sighed. She placed her hands on Grace's shoulders and looked at the girl with deep eyes.

“The Ibro people are rebelling, and you are the child born by the Ibro princess. Do you know what this means?

You are the target of public criticism, so you cannot go out."

A persuasive, sincere and gentle voice.

The mask covering Victoria also showed a caring smile like that of a loving elder sister.

Grace immediately understood that Victoria would never let her go out again no matter what.

The black card lying in the Winter Palace skirt, still with Doris' kiss marks on it, had been warmed up by her body.

Grace lowered her head and asked cautiously in a small, slightly disappointed voice,

"Then can't I go out with my sister?"

In her field of vision, all she could see was Victoria's pair of exquisite deerskin leather combat boots, with a barely perceptible amount of dirt on the heels of the boots.

It was strange that even the royal gardens in the palace were paved with marble, and for Victoria, there shouldn't be such stuff on her boots.

She must have been somewhere else today.

But before he could continue thinking like this, something warm suddenly covered the hair on his head, caressing it affectionately.

"If you follow the emperor sister, then yes."

Grace knew that it was Victoria's hand, and her body subconsciously began to tremble in disgust.

"What's wrong? Are you still scared? Don't be afraid, my sister will protect you."

Victoria's soft, soothing voice rang in her ears, but it only made Grace feel nauseous.

She pursed her lips and said nothing. If she wanted to test Victoria with micro-expressions...

What needs to be mentioned now should be the things related to the memory of the poisoned wine.

"Sister Royal..."

Grace called Victoria weakly, and she raised her head and tried to bring up the incident of the day when the poisoned wine was given in a gentle manner.

But before Grace could say "I seem to remember something", she was interrupted by Victoria.

"By the way, don't talk about these unhappy things."

She patted Grace's shoulder gently and lovingly, and took out a thin bracelet from the square pocket above her military uniform and showed it to Grace.

"When I was outside today, I picked out a really nice bracelet. Do you think you like it?"

Grace glanced.

The bracelet inlaid with pure red and blue sapphires lies quietly on the palm of the hand that has not been touched by water. The rosy white skin and the color of the gems blend together, like some kind of heirloom displayed in a museum.

"Sea Tide Starlight, that's its name. When the sunlight shines through the gem, it will refract light similar to the moon at night on the sea."

Of course, with Victoria's strength, she did more than just show off.

Instead, he directly took Grace's hand without hesitation.

The slightly unwilling and resistant part would be forcibly wrapped by her slender fingers, and she would clench the five fingers into a fist and put it on according to her wishes.

The sound of gems colliding with silver chains, Victoria's satisfied and controlled smile, and the seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

If they were ordinary sisters, what should they do now?

Grace thought back to her childhood memories, which were both beautiful and fragmented.

It should be…giving a hug happily, followed by an ardent thank you.