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"We have a main gate, so we can just go out through it. Why is there such a secret path?"

Afro thought for a long time, and finally asked,

"The welfare home was built with funds from Father Morton and has been in existence for more than ten years. I heard that it was intended to be a manor before, but it was abandoned in the end. This is a relic left over from the construction at that time."

Grace lowered her eyes, her expression more serious than usual.

"Does the dean know that you know about the existence of this secret passage?"

"Yes, she is not shy about it. Sometimes she often goes out through this secret passage..."

"Yeah……?"

Grace looked at the slightly blackened and dried traces on the cracks in the wall, and the ominous premonition in her heart made her frown unable to relax for a long time.

"Is it my imagination?"

165. It’s impossible that everyone likes Grace, right?

“What is an illusion?”

Afro Dog came closer to her stealthily. She kept her skirt close to her, and asked, "Are you scared?"

Even through the dim light, one could clearly see the uncontrollable pride on Afro's face, just like the big golden retriever wagging its tail next to him, which was so annoying.

Grace did not intend to tell Afro about the bloodstains found in the secret passage.

After all, given Afulo's personality and her love for the orphanage, she would definitely not give up, and she didn't have much time.

Yes, although Victoria told me not to go anywhere, she didn't act that strict.

He was still able to drive the coachman and leave the palace smoothly, just as if he was just going through the motions to see what he wanted to do.

However, Grace never worried about such consequences.

"No."

Grace gave him a cold look, then turned around and strode towards the end of the corridor without stopping.

She had already suffered at the hands of the perverted nun, and now she would not give Afro any response.

"Then what kind of illusion is not a good one...?"

Afro's questioning voice echoed in the empty corridor.

Dong, dong, dong. Then there was the sound of Afro hurrying up with small steps. She murmured in a low voice, quite aggrieved.

"Why are you walking so fast? I'm not going to eat you..."

"Ah……"

Grace didn't know why she uttered a disdainful, rebuttal sneer, which came from inside out, and she couldn't even control her expression.

In the dim light, someone's white and slender hand, as an uninvited guest, quietly and gently invaded the girl's arms.

But this time there was no overly strong resistance, it was like some kind of silent acquiescence.

"Um??"

This time, Grace didn’t shake it off…?

Afro opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the girl's immature and pretty profile in disbelief, his expression still cold.

The cold wind blows, but spring comes soon after.

It seems that Grace has accepted her behavior...

Afro suddenly realized and walked faster.

But at the same time, a new question arises: what exactly caused Grace to change like this?

Maybe it’s because of the confession…

The empty and dark environment can make the moment more ambiguous.

Afro softened her voice, full of expectation, like a child casting bait into the lake, hoping for a response, and whispered softly into Grace's small ear,

"I love Grace so much."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, even the footsteps stopped, and the situation of scoring twice was about to sink Grace's three-dimensional defense.

With the force of throwing a shot put, Grace pulled out Afro's arm that had been tamed with great difficulty. She stomped her boots and moved forward alone without even looking back.

At the same time, he left a ruthless sentence, "I don't care if you like me. If you want to follow me, just shut up and don't talk."

Afro's eyes lit up. Now she had completely figured out the reason why Grace was so soft, but it seemed like she was at a disadvantage...

——Grace's slender arms were retracted in an extremely alert manner, and her footsteps were fast, as if there was a wild beast chasing her.

Compared to the sense of security when our arms were intertwined...my arms now feel particularly empty.

But there has been a breakthrough! What do you mean by not caring... I care so much that I am dying, okay?

With her mind wandering, Afro lifted her skirt, quickened her pace, and chased after him with a smile on her face.

Her Highness Grace's self-esteem today is also very cute.

……

The secret passage is not long, about two hundred meters.

It would take a lot of effort to tunnel through such a long and narrow tunnel. If it had no purpose... Grace couldn't understand it.

However, the end of the secret passage is connected to an ordinary wooden partition, which requires climbing stairs to go up. Outside the stairs is an inconspicuous double-story building on the side of the street.

This guy Afro is very dishonest, and his head seems to be possessed by some kind of filthy middle-aged weird nympho.

Even when climbing the stairs, she shamelessly pushed her hips...

Grace was so angry that she threw her gloves, which were covered in mud from being placed on the ladder, at Afro's face as she climbed up the stairs.

But Afro's expression...always made Grace feel that this was a reward for her.

Not only was she not angry at all, but she carefully hid her lace gloves in her pocket, smiled and squinted her eyes and said,

"Have you calmed down yet?"

A complete masochist pervert...

Grace lowered her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to her. She simply looked around.

The place where we are now is the stable in the courtyard. On the left is a low classical Rhine courtyard surrounded by a wooden fence. The main door of the room is firmly locked with a rusty lock.

The feeding trough was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that no one had been there for a long time.

The wooden double sliding doors were shaky and seemed like they might fall down at any time amid the hustle and bustle of the street.

"Okay, push the door and you'll be at Shenlu Street. If you go straight along the street, you'll see some civilian markets. If you pass by, you can take a look, okay?"

Afro asked flatteringly while smoothing her skirt.

"No, there's no time."

Grace shook her head and looked up at the sun at noon, which was a little dazzling.

"I have to find a carriage right now, go to the Francis family to find Nora, and then go to the Royal Opera House to find Miss Doris. If there is enough time... let's see if there are any suitable shops."

Grace vaguely remembered something, and her eyes lit up as she looked at Afro.

"By the way, didn't you say you found one for me? Tell me about it."

The nun, who was originally in a good mood, frowned subconsciously when she heard the names of the two people, like a child who was throwing a tantrum for no reason.

"Go find them...?"

Grace's eyebrows jumped slightly, and she reminded: "You are focusing on the wrong point."

Afro's face had mixed feelings. She first raised her eyebrows in joy, but then pursed her lips, her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and finally nodded in agreement.

"That's not the point. The point should be me."

"Yes! --shop!"

Grace's cheek twitched and she immediately corrected her with a drawl.

Afro glanced at her. Grace had a stern face and was serious, just like the most demanding, cold-blooded and ascetic nuns in the school.

Well...actually, I am the only one who knows the true face of Her Royal Highness the Princess!

Her skin is delicate and easily reddens, her body trembles, her ears are soft, her breathing is sweet, and her heart beneath her slightly raised buds is also soft and kind.

There is another point - Grace also likes herself very much, and all the indulgence and shyness are the answer.

We can't let Grace live alone all the time, right? A person should have basic social interactions.

Afro tapped her toes lightly on the ground, and her heart suddenly became clear - there should be no problem even if she went to meet other people.

It's impossible that everyone likes Her Highness Grace to the point of going crazy, right?