Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Not long after, the cold voice of Her Royal Highness the Princess broke the silence.

"coming."

Grace's voice rose slightly, and Avro followed her eyes.

At the end of the snow-covered cobblestones, a maid, also holding an umbrella, walked slowly in the heavy snow. Her figure was blurry, like a silhouette on the wall.

Afro looked at Grace in disbelief, "Is this really the case?"

Her Royal Highness slowly raised her hand and waved to the maid.

"Excuse me, are you the fifth princess, Her Highness Grace?"

The maid's voice came from the wind and snow.

"Yes."

The middle-aged maid approached with a strong sense of coldness. She came up to Grace and saluted, then took out a ring with a wax emblem from her pocket and handed it to Grace.

"Your Highness Victoria, she drank a lot today and couldn't come to see you, but she talked for a long time with the Duke of Winston, the commander-in-chief of the Royal Guards, and asked me to give this to you."

This is a carefully customized copper ring with a lifelike eagle carved in golden lines in the center of the ring.

It looks like the family crest of the Duke of Winston.

"By the way, Her Highness Victoria also said that you are her favorite sister and she will satisfy you if you have any needs."

Favorite sister?

Afro frowned in a somewhat embarrassing way, with a subtle expression.

Grace didn't care about that. She took the ring, touched the cold copper ring, and asked without hesitation,

"Can you take me to the dungeon now? I want to see Nurki."

The middle-aged maid readily agreed, "Of course, your highness, but the time limit in the dungeon is only ten minutes."

"Let's go, Aphrodite."

Grace turned around and motioned for Afro to go along.

Afro lowered her eyes, her instinct prompting her to stay away from Grace. She said sullenly, "You can ask the maid to hold an umbrella for you now. This umbrella is too small."

Grace's expression did not change much, she just repeated what she had said before in the snow.

"I said, you are the person I trust the most, so we should go together."

30. Victoria is lying to herself

With the help of the ring, Grace and her group successfully passed the initial inspection of the dungeon guards.

After passing through the long and dark dungeon corridor, we finally arrived outside the interrogation room.

Here, the environment is damp, cold and there is never any sunlight.

The dim kerosene lamp emitted a dull light, strange and unknown black grass grew in the mud in the cracks of the wall, and a disgusting musty smell floated in the air.

Cold, depressing, suffocating and desperate are all the feelings that this dungeon brings.

On the wooden table were placed various silver-gleaming interrogation tools, with some blackened bloodstains still on them.

Afro's face was pale, she bit her lower lip, a dark cloud hung over her forehead, and her stomach ached slightly with worry.

The bad premonition is gradually becoming a reality.

My brother wouldn't have suffered any special punishment.

"Your Highness, I'll wait for you outside. Remember, it's only ten minutes."

The maid gave these instructions and quietly retreated to the outer door.

At the same time, the guard knight wearing knight armor and a beard yawned lazily.

Ding-dang-dang, the sound of metal colliding was heard.

He skillfully pulled out a key from the bunch of rusty iron keys at his waist and swiftly opened the terrifying chains wrapped around the door of the interrogation room.

With a clang, he pushed open the door, and then a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

Grace frowned in disgust.

The knight guard said in a slightly aggressive and rude tone, "Hurry up, don't stay too long, or you'll be thrown into the dungeon if you're discovered."

Grace is physically and psychologically disgusted with men and has no patience or tolerance for women.

This is a kind of boredom mentality that is born from the moment of birth.

Therefore, she was a little reluctant to chat with her fiancé.

Grace poked Afro's arm with her elbow and said, "Okay, go in."

Through the wooden door, the sound of chains colliding could be heard from inside the dungeon, followed by soft gasps due to pain.

The people inside are undoubtedly suffering greatly.

Afro's eyes were red, his head was lowered, his breathing was heavy, his hands were clenched, and his body was dragging slowly like a stiff corpse.

Grace found that her body was shaking.

She was very scared, afraid that when she entered the door she would see her brother who had been tortured beyond recognition.

"Your brother will be released tomorrow, so why not go see him now?"

Grace felt a little sorry for her and wanted to pat her on the back to comfort her, but she finally took it back.

"Um……"

Afro answered with a trembling voice, and she never dared to raise her head.

"Afro? Is it... Afro?"

A weak, hoarse voice once again came from the world behind the door.

Grace felt as if Avro's spiritual world was about to collapse, and she was as groggy as a walking zombie that had lost its soul.

"Why don't you watch it?"

"Look."

Her fists were clenched until they turned white, and she mustered up all her courage to respond to the person inside the door.

"Brother, it's me."

Grace followed him into the dark and terrifying interrogation room.

The interrogation room was terribly dark, and the eerie coldness reached its peak in the dead of winter.

Even though Grace was wearing thick clothes, she could still feel her bones trembling.

Afro's brother, Nurk, had his hands hung up with cold chains and his ankles bound with thick shackles.

On such a winter night, he was only wearing a thin, bloodstained shirt.

His fair, healthy skin was covered with red marks from being whipped, and the parts that had not been tortured were cracked from being frozen. His handsome face and blond hair were covered in black and red blood.

What’s even more terrifying is that those green eyes seemed to have lost all color.

But the moment he saw his sister, his eyes lit up and his voice trembled.

That was the grievance that I couldn't help but feel after seeing my family in desperate situation.

"Afro, it's okay. I don't feel any pain at all. I will be cleared of all charges during the trial tomorrow. Don't worry."

Afro's eyes suddenly turned red, tears welling up in her eyes. She silently took out a handkerchief from her pocket, her lips trembling constantly as she continued to use healing magic on her brother.

Nothing could be said.

"The Lion Empire is the most powerful country on the Eris continent. There will be no misjudgment."

——Nurki gave a forced smile and used the words he used to lie to children to comfort Afro.

"But, Avro, how did you get in?"

Nurky's lips turned pale as he looked at his sister carefully, wishing he could check every strand of her hair.

Afro turned her head and fixed her gaze on Grace, her voice becoming particularly hoarse due to sadness, "It was Her Royal Highness the Princess who brought me in."

Grace, who had been hiding at the door, had to step forward and appear in front of Nurkic.

Nurki coughed, as if trying to endure the itchy blood in his throat, and then he said weakly and breathlessly,

"Ah, thank you so much, Your Highness. Your Highness, you should know that I will not murder you."

What a loving brother and sister.

Grace is a little bored. She doesn't expect relationships between humans, nor does she like emotions between humans.

She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to look at the flowing blood, and asked:

"Come to the point. When was the last time you saw me at a party?"

"Your Highness... I didn't have the chance to talk to you at all. I was discussing the results of refining medicine with Mr. Robbie, the second son of the Duke of Ebel."

These two siblings look exactly alike, right?

"Come to the point, what was I doing?"

"You...were chatting with Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria at the time. Then I remember you and Her Royal Highness Victoria went out. When you came back, you were crying silently and looked very sad."

Grace's eyebrows jumped suddenly. Sure enough, Victoria was lying to her.

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I'm still typing the last chapter. Wait a minute, it's eleven o'clock now. I've advanced the plot a little bit, so the fifth chapter, the exchange of collars, should be released at half past twelve.

Speaking of one thing.

The character of Grace is the epitome of my XP.

When I first started writing the book, I wanted everyone who read it to want to blast it to pieces (without mercy).

Amen, I hope I can create such a feeling.

Of course, there is no absolute distinction between good and bad people in this book. There are only those who deserve to be criticized and those who criticize others.

I hope everyone can respect and understand.

31. Collar Exchange ( words completed)

Grace continued to ask, "Then do you know who Victoria talked to?"

"Her Royal Highness Victoria is...very popular and has toasted with many people. But it seems that she had a little dispute with the Second Prince Karta."

Being constantly healed by life magic, Nurkic's condition seemed to be much better.

But judging from his conversation, he seems to be a gentle and peaceful person, not a wicked person.

"Okay, thank you."

Grace glanced at Afro, whose eyes were filled with mist.

It's so pitiful.

She lowered her head and thought for a second, then decided to step out and help Afro.

"You two can talk first. I think you...siblings need some private space."

The girl left the dungeon and slowly closed the bronze door.

The knight guard guarding Nurkic was tactful enough to go out and get some wine. If you wanted to talk to him, you would have to wait a few minutes.

The dungeon is dark and damp, and any tiny sound made here will be met with an ethereal echo.

Therefore, even if Grace didn't want to listen, she had to listen to the entire conversation between the brother and sister like torture with her sensitive ears.

Standing outside the gate, she sighed dejectedly. There was a dark torture table, greasy chairs, and moldy walls. There was nothing clean around her to lean on.

Grace stood alone.

She thought about it and decided to cover her ears.

However, even if I cover my ears, the piercing sound will still be clearly transmitted to my mind.

"Brother, I am really useless... Tomorrow is your birthday, you should be happy."