Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Mandel broke into a cold sweat, accepted the reward that was meant as a bribe, and bowed respectfully to Grace.

"If you have nothing else, go out."

Grace turned around and sat on the desk, while opening the book in her hand again.

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the imperial physician Mandel packed up the medicine box, he walked out of the princess's bedroom with heavy steps.

In the huge and luxurious palace, only Aphrodite and Grace were left.

Grace was reading quietly by the window, and Afro was fidgeting.

There are no cicadas chirping on winter nights, but the white noise alone is enough to make people upset.

At some point, Afro finally couldn't stand the silence anymore. She took a deep breath and stood up as if she had mustered up her courage.

Afro walked towards the slender figure step by step.

“Why don’t you get treatment?”

His usually soft voice may have become unusually low because of the anger inside.

"Um……"

Grace thought without even raising her head. Her beautiful, expressive eyes were fixed on the densely packed words on the book. She said perfunctorily,

"No reason, just not necessary."

Grace used language to distance herself from them, as if the "love" she had said before was a false lie.

Afro did not feel sad about this, but found it incredible.

Goddess Veils teaches everyone to love their own lives, and those who commit suicide or give up on themselves will never be able to enter heaven.

How could Grace treat herself like this?

Afro bit her lip as she thought of the girl's extremely cold body and her ever-depleting vitality.

I thought of the dry bread on the table, the way she got used to life and death, and the humiliation she had brought upon herself.

The layers of images are reprinted like oil paintings, making people curious, distressed and disgusted.

So, the nun asked again very seriously,

"Do you think life is a joke?"

"No."

"Why not get treatment then?"

This time the tone was more urgent than last time, so Grace looked up in surprise.

"It's not like you should care about me right now."

Now she is like a transparent white flower on a lonely peak and rock, unwilling to experience the warmth and moisture of the world.

She was completely different from when she was coerced, like two different people.

Afro was furious. She suppressed her anger and asked, "What do you mean I shouldn't care about you?"

"Logically, you should hate me now, right?"

Grace said as she closed the book and prepared to put it into the small bookshelf on the desk.

Yes, nothing is more annoying than this moment.

Grace has not yet been retaliated against, nor has she been made to accept the punishment for blasphemy!

Some kind of speechless emotion suddenly took over all of her reason. Afro directly grabbed the girl's slender wrist and looked down at the princess who was not afraid of life and death.

"I snatched your life back from hell. I paid a blasphemous price for it, so it should belong to me."

27. Aphrodite's Mandatory Requirement

Her wrist was wrapped in warm skin, and Grace subconsciously wanted to pull it away from Afro's hand.

Her Royal Highness raised her head and her eyes met Afro's.

Feelings of dissatisfaction and anger gathered between Afro's furrowed brows. At this moment, she was stronger than ever, so strong that it seemed as if she was able to control the world.

Grace was not surprised by such an unexpected move.

In the future, she will be the Saint of the Holy See of Light. How can she be such a soft little white flower when she can reach such a special position and be a benchmark figure of the Holy See's faith?

At the very least, there must be an extremely strong part in the original character.

This would be enough for her to gain a foothold in the Vatican.

However, what Grace couldn't understand was why Afro's attitude was like this and why he cared so much about his own death.

Even if she doesn't add insult to injury, she should remain indifferent.

As they looked at each other, neither of them spoke for a while, and the room was extremely quiet.

Outside the window, in the gloomy night, the snow was falling lightly again, rustling, mixed with the biting north wind, and the sound of breathing was light.

Afro, in an environment where Grace had no way to retreat, stabbed her straight at him with an extremely oppressive look.

Grace knew that she was waiting for her to speak.

Grace glanced at her tightly held wrists, "Can you let go of your wrists?"

Afro was almost driven crazy by Grace's distant and unfamiliar attitude. She took a deep breath but did not loosen her wrist and asked:

"What's your attitude?"

"I'm not used to people being too close to me."

Grace did not answer, and simply used her other white and tender hand to slowly try to push Afro's hand away.

The tone was still cold and indifferent.

What do you mean by too close? She was the one who got close to me first.

Afro was so overwhelmed by the tone of her words that he could no longer control himself, and the rebellious side hidden in his heart was finally released at this moment.

Although I am kind, I can't tolerate everything! !

"Your attitude is so disgusting sometimes..."

She narrowed her eyes and held the girl's wrist tightly, showing no sign of relaxing.

Afro wanted to continue speaking, but when she looked at Grace's calm eyes, she stopped talking.

"never mind……"

It was like a punch on light cotton. She was so angry at Grace, but it seemed like she cared about her a lot.

Afro pressed again: "Answer my question now."

Seeing that she couldn't get the nun to let go, Grace slowly turned her bound hands and placed the book in her hands steadily on the table.

"Aphrodite, are you worried about me?"

She looked up and asked, "Sometimes, I feel that your kindness is a bit too much."

Grace's tone was full of surprise.

Is being kind a bad thing?

But that tone only made Afro feel embarrassed.

You bastard, you'd better die soon, Afro cursed in his heart.

Grace's heart is a desolate snowfield with only frozen sand and nothing else.

The "Goddess Chronicles" once described that in the Garden of Eden in the upper world after the chaos of heaven and earth was created, there was a snake named Robeter who froze in front of a newborn tree in winter.

The goddess took pity on him and held him in her arms, reviving him. But he bit Goddess Verse fiercely.

And now Grace is this ungrateful venomous snake, cold and emotionless.

It's so rotten. Why should I care about this "Ropeteer" snake?

"Ah."

Afro lowered his brows and exhaled coldly. His disgust for Grace deepened even more, and even the last bit of pity he had dissipated like the wind.

She let go of the slightly red white wrist with disgust and said coldly:

"You should be punished while alive. The punishment for your blasphemy against the goddess has not yet come. How can you die so easily like this?"

Grace's eyes turned slightly, and she wondered whether she should explain it to Afro.

Perhaps she had long been accustomed to the pain, or perhaps it was the blessing of the system, Grace was not in as much pain as the imperial physician said.

It can even be said that the body is much better than before the time travel.

The appearance is not much different from before, no, it can even be said that it is no different from before.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's just the same body as before.

As for death? It should be related to the main quest of [Taming Aphrodite].

If Miss Afro hadn't fallen in love with him, he would have died on the spot.

Grace glanced at Afro, who was inexplicably anxious.

It's only the first day, and he already hates and cares about me so much.

It should be just a matter of time before she is tamed, right?

"Ah, never mind, I'll tell you."

Grace actually hated pain. She turned her slightly red wrist and explained calmly, as if she were an outsider.

"It's actually useless to just get treatment, and it would be troublesome to let other people know about my condition."

"So it's better not to receive treatment, so you won't die."

The second chief physician of a country has already said such words.

How could he not die?

The holy voice sounded like the final judgment of sinners under the holy light. Afro leaned close to Grace's ear and whispered:

"It's best not to die. You should suffer the punishment of God for a long time. You will live in pain all day long, so you must live a hundred years, because this is the punishment of the goddess."

If you change the words slightly to "I will make miso soup for you every day", it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a confession.

Grace looked at Afro in surprise and exclaimed:

"You care about me more than I thought."

Is Afro an M? Hmm...

It seems to be caused by the first impression being too good.

Because love and hate have the same origin, if there is no ardent expectation, there will be no ending of regret.

If you don't expect anything, you won't get hurt.

"Oh, of course."

Afro nodded and answered frankly.

From the last moment on, she had gotten used to Grace's irritating way of speaking.

She knew that Her Royal Highness the Princess understood people's hearts and could speak words that comforted people.

But Grace wouldn't do that. She wanted to make people so angry that they would jump to their feet.

She is so arrogant and stubborn, she deserves to be punished accordingly.

My brother has made countless torturous magical drugs, but these bitter potions can also make people healthy.

So, after her brother is released, she will be made to suffer a fate worse than death every day.

I didn't mean to treat her like this, it was all because of her disgusting attitude.

Afro gave Grace a faint smile, and she was already prepared to punish the pagans.

So, she said, “So I will come here every day and force you to go to treatment until you are cleared of your guilt.”