Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Taking advantage of this time, Grace finally had time to relax and check the so-called rewards given by the system.

The first was the [Mirror of Insight] which was the reward for the limited-time mission at the beginning. At first, Grace had no hope for this reward item.

But it is surprisingly useful, similar to the NPC status, and can recognize the name and identity of the people it sees.

It was very helpful for Grace to integrate into the identity of a princess.

As for the Holy Flame Technique, it is a forbidden fire technique that can only be performed by those chosen by God in the Church of Light. It has the magical power to burn everything and evolve filth.

Given my current physical condition, I can only use it five times a month at most.

As for what kind of power it was, Grace glanced at Miss Afro next to her...

Afro is still here, so I can't experiment.

She sat on the piano chair with gold thread, her elbows resting on the black piano lid, her eyes distracted and her mind dazed as she looked at her own profile.

Grace's fingers that were turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped.

To be honest, he looks a bit dull, just like Wangwang, the golden retriever who used to accompany me quietly when I was working.

It is quieter and more obedient than other dogs. If you ignore it, it will keep looking at you pitifully until you put down the work in your hands, then it will become excited.

Grace was moved by the scene and couldn't help but break the silence. She turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"..."

Afro's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. She pursed her lips, then turned away in disgust and continued to lean on the piano in a daze.

Who is looking at you? ——Grace even thought of the nun's inner thoughts.

She chuckled softly and continued to flip through the "World Geography Encyclopedia" in her hand.

Grace moved her ears slightly. Even though the windows were closed, she could still hear the faint chatter in the hall below the palace.

It seems that the quality of this body is better than imagined. Judging from the voices, they should be two young maids.

"Why did you only send the second-in-command of the Imperial Physician? Where is the Chief Imperial Physician of Kuchud?"

"I heard that Her Highness Grace is safe now. Lord Cuchud is on standby at Ambassador Cardan's dinner party at the order of His Majesty the King. He said he was afraid that Ambassador Cardan might have been poisoned..."

"Then is the health of our princess unimportant? Her Highness Grace is so kind-hearted, and yet she is in such poor health, yet he still makes desserts for her every day... How could His Majesty have the heart to do that?"

"But His Majesty the King doesn't like Her Highness Grace..."

"Shh, you're crazy, don't say things like that."

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly. Oh? Did she hear something extraordinary?

……

"Your Highness Grace, the royal doctor is here."

The maids came and went, bringing with them a young man wearing a white magic robe and carrying a black medicine box. He had brown curly hair and wore glasses, and looked clean and calm.

"Well, let's go down."

Grace ordered the maids to retreat, then closed the book in her hand. She had been reading at the desk for too long, so she turned her stiff neck slightly.

The imperial physician stepped forward, respectfully placed his right hand on his heart, and bowed deeply.

"Your Highness Grace, I am Mandel Granlido, the second-in-command of the imperial physicians. I will examine your body. Please bear with me."

"Yeah." Grace closed the book and nodded quietly.

"Please extend your right hand. This may be a little offensive to you."

Grace was a little hesitant. She took off the lace white silk gloves on the desk, put them on slowly, and finally showed her slender five fingers to the imperial physician.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Your Highness."

Mandel opened the black medicine box and covered Grace's hands with a clean white cloth.

Then, he gently placed his right hand three centimeters above Grace's palm.

A chill spread from his right hand throughout his body, and the palms that had not yet touched each other burst out with a faint blue magical light.

Did doctors in the other world use magic to treat patients? This was a surprising experience for Grace, as it was different from cold instruments.

As the blue light grew stronger, Mandel's originally calm eyebrows were instead compressed layer by layer.

Outside the ward where the smell of disinfectant hits the nose, the patients' families, who know that their lives are like a candle, often show such worried expressions.

It was a feeling of powerlessness that could not resist death.

"What's wrong? Doctor Mandel?"

"Ah... Your Highness."

Mandel quickly retracted his hand and came out of his trance. He looked back at Afro sitting at the piano, his facial features wrinkled with hesitation.

"This……"

Grace glanced at the embarrassed imperial physician, understood what he meant, and said with a smile:

"It's okay. Miss Afro is my confidant. There's no need to be shy. Just speak frankly."

The word "confidant" made a certain nun who had been eavesdropping tremble slightly, and she scratched the piano cover as if making an invisible rebuttal.

"Your Highness, your physical condition is too bad... I don't understand why your body has reached its limit, you are in the pain of life every moment, and you can't live more than three months, why can you still..."

"So persistent."

Mandel's face was full of worry and uneasiness. He glanced at Grace, who looked neither sad nor happy, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Dong, it was the crisp sound of knees falling. Mandel half-knelt and said incoherently with a trembling and frightened voice,

"No, no, I'm not saying you'll die soon, but your body is full of dead air. You won't last more than three months."

"But maybe, maybe with magic and medicine, you can live another two years..."

These words all fell clearly into the ears of the bystander Afro.

Why? Is Grace...going to die?

Afro's pupils suddenly shrank, the corners of her mouth drooped, and for some reason her eyebrows also drooped, as if a heavy rock was pressing down on her eyebrows and lips.

Afro wanted to find out the reason, but she couldn't tell him.

She glanced at the princess cautiously and found that her expression showed neither fear of death nor any shock.

She seemed not to be afraid of death at all. She was like cold snow, waiting silently to melt in the sun.

26. She belongs to me

Grace is suffering inhuman pain and will die soon, just like the impression of "Snow".

How do you feel?

Sad? Happy? Or disappointed? Or should it be the relief that the evildoer got what he deserved?

Nothing.

Outside the misty glass window, the sky was gradually getting darker. Afro looked out the window with a complicated feeling in his heart. His mood was like all the colors mixed together into one black.

In the night after a light snow, the stars were buried, making it impossible to see any light.

The feeling is indescribably strange.

Why can some people be so calm when facing the end of death?

Why did she do this to herself? Why did she act like a sane lunatic?

Why does it seem like there is nothing in the world that she misses?

Afro couldn't understand it. She lowered her head and placed her hands on her thighs languidly as if she had lost all her vitality.

Mandel's tangled and frightened facial features were enough to show the pain the girl was suffering at the moment.

Is she suffering every moment?

Is this a punishment from the goddess? But why can't I feel any happiness at all?

Grace, she could have finally received the punishment she deserved, or the goddess could have forgiven her sins.

But, but...

At this moment, Afro's slender hands with prominent joints tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, as if she was afraid of losing something precious.

She bit her lower lip and stared at the ethereal girl by the window, under the moon, and among the lights.

Next to Grace, the imperial physician Mandel, who was half-kneeling on the ground, continued tremblingly,

"Your Highness, I have just entered the palace not long ago. In the past, it was the chief who took on such important responsibilities. I didn't know your previous physical condition... I wonder what kind of treatment you are receiving now?"

Mandel obviously knew that if a member of the royal family had a serious health problem, his career could be ruined if he was not careful.

Afro felt uncomfortable, and she glanced at Grace with struggle and meaning.

Grace still didn't show much expression, even though there was hell ahead, even though she was enduring pain that ordinary people could hardly endure.

But she still said lightly - "It doesn't matter, I don't want treatment, and you don't need to treat me."

Why not treat?

Afro's uneasy eyes were once again stung by Grace's indifferent answer.

Nameless anger was accumulating in his heart. Afro clenched his back teeth and locked his eyes on the figure.

Why can she always act like she doesn't care?

Her life was saved by blaspheming God and giving up her self-respect.

Her life is mine!

No!

Never allow her to die so easily!

The pain she suffers and her final outcome should be decided by herself!

If she is to be punished, then the one who can bring the punishment upon her can only be the goddess herself!

How can you give up so easily?

Afro bit his lower lip tightly and never interrupted the conversation between the two.

Mandel's expression became even more embarrassed. He raised his head eagerly and reminded out of a doctor's professional ethics,

"But Your Highness, if you don't receive treatment, you won't live more than three months."

"I know."

Gray folded the white cloth in her hand into three pieces without any concern and placed it on the desk.

She stood up and began to search in the jewel box filled with emeralds, pearls and gold, and asked calmly:

"How old is Mandel?"

Mandel sighed sadly, "33 years old, Your Highness. I was born in the Holy Year 675."

"Well, he is quite young. He has become the second-rank imperial physician at such a young age. He has a bright future. I believe you must know that there are some things you can say and some things you cannot say, right? I don't want to hear any rumors."

As Grace spoke, she rummaged through the sparkling jewelry box for a long time and finally found a shiny and dazzling oval diamond.

She closed one eye and looked around as if she was a child digging out a treasure from the sand.

Grace held the diamond in her hand with her slender fingertips and focused on the scene in front of her eyes. She warned softly,

"Otherwise, it will be very troublesome for me to deal with it."

She then seemed to lower her head and looked at Mandel.

Afro didn't know what kind of look it was, but she could clearly sense the murderous intent in Grace's tone that was as dangerous as a knife.

She might even draw her sword and chop the second imperial physician to death in the next second.

Mandel nervously reiterated, "Your Highness! ... The health conditions of members of the royal family are kept strictly confidential."

"All right."

After receiving the answer expressing loyalty, the tense and murderous atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Grace gave the diamond in her hand to Mandel in a gentle manner.

"This is a reward for you. You don't have to worry about my health. Mandel, you are a smart man and will rise to great heights in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness."