Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Tomorrow is Afro's birthday?

Grace suddenly had an idea, blinked, and looked at the dark ceiling blankly.

On days like this, girls would like romantic things.

Hmm... maybe I should get Aphrodite something?

While thinking, I continued to hear the sentimental words of the brother and sister.

"Really, I don't want anything. As long as my brother is safe, as long as our family is safe."

"Are you safe? ... But ... it has become what it is now. It's all my fault ... If I had known earlier, I would have listened to my father and given up medicine and entered politics."

"Ahem... Father will probably be unable to sleep all night again, right? I'm so useless..."

Is that his fault?

Taking the blame and looking for your own reasons?

Such self-blaming words made Grace's brows droop more and more.

Finally, at some point, Grace's mind was broken. She gritted her teeth and could not bear it any longer. She rushed from the interrogation room to the path in the dungeon.

In the long and dark corridor, I happened to run into the guard knight holding a wine bottle. The bottle swayed slightly, and the guard greeted him casually.

"Oh? Why are you out?"

Grace frowned as she was drunk. She didn't intend to care about it and asked:

“Who is interrogating Nurky?”

The guard knight shook his head, looking a little tipsy, and said blankly:

"We don't know that."

"And the people who tortured him?"

"Oh~"

The guard knight suddenly realized something and scratched his brown hair which was curled due to lack of care. "Are you talking about who gave those scars?"

"Usually we use the whip, but... we are just following orders."

The knight looked embarrassed. He had received money today. Even if he used his butt to think, he knew that anyone who could enter the dungeon at this time must be rich or noble.

The people on the other side don’t know whether the young master inside is injured and will take his anger out on him?

"Hold out, this is for you."

Grace ordered softly, pulling out two shiny gold coins from her pocket and placing them in the guard knight's grimy hands.

Of course, it was from a distance, Miss Grace hated contact with people.

"I know you have a special set of techniques when interrogating people. I hope that when you interrogate them tomorrow, there will only be some serious-looking superficial injuries."

Grace gave a shallow, meaningful smile.

"You are a smart person, so you should understand."

It had been a long time since I met such a generous lady, and the guard knight's eyes, which were clouded by drunkenness, suddenly brightened up.

Two gold coins is already a month's salary!

"Yes, pretty lady."

He wiped the gold coin lovingly, took a bite of it with his teeth, and after confirming that it was not fake, he straightened his back and promised loudly,

"I will definitely 'whip' the criminals inside severely, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

At this moment, he seemed to have become Grace's most loyal servant.

Like a contradictory drama, a gnashing call suddenly sounded, echoing in the long and narrow corridor.

"Gre, Lei, Si!"

"Please explain it to me." - A kind of anger was squeezed out from the woman's throat.

Afro stood outside the door of the interrogation room. The kerosene lamp made her face look gloomy and yellow. Her pupils were dilated, and her entire face was filled with disbelief and anger of betrayal.

Boom, boom, boom.

His thin body seemed to be burning with fire, and every step he took towards him was filled with resentment.

Grace could tell almost instantly from her almost collapsed and out-of-control face that Afro had only listened half of what she said.

But the ten minutes were almost up.

If you explain too much here, there will likely be surprises and this is not a good place for a conversation.

Grace frowned slightly, and after weighing the pros and cons, she decided to use the collar to control Afro's body before she got angry.

Almost the moment the thought came to his mind, his steps stopped.

The collar was glowing with a fluorescent blue light. Afro realized what was happening, and his emerald green eyes showed naked murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance.

The hatred was so vivid that Grace knew it was the first time she wanted to kill herself.

His eyes were like a sharp knife, and every move was like a slow slicing, wishing to draw blood.

"It has ended?"

Grace pretended that nothing had happened. She stepped forward and held Afro's hand, pretending to be peaceful, and then thanked him without missing a beat.

"Then we'll go back first. Thank you, Mr. Guard."

……

After coming out of the dungeon, a cold, dark, murderous look seemed to have locked onto the criminal's scope, staring at him silently all the way.

The invisible murderous intent made Grace unable to break free from Afro's control for the time being.

Afro's emotions are too unstable now, and it is difficult to control a person whose brain is occupied by anger.

But this is also good for Grace, such surging anger can be fully utilized.

After all, the compensatory emotions that people feel after a misunderstanding can completely reverse their favorability.

And Aphrodite happened to be a being with extraordinary empathy, and Grace already had a rough plan in her mind.

He walked through the palace in the snow, with the white snow covering half of his mink coat, and returned to Grace's bedroom.

All the maids were dismissed, and only Grace and Afro were left in the silent bedroom.

Afro was controlled and stood there like a puppet, and all the anger in his body turned into an even more intense flame in his eyes.

It was ignited from a tiny spark, not just from a misunderstanding, but from the repeated control of her body.

And this fire is destined to burn you and me.

The opportunity to intensify internal conflicts and resolve them is now.

Therefore, Grace did not give any explanation and released Afro's control over her body like a brave warrior calmly facing a life-and-death duel.

At this moment, the pure and kind nun seemed like a seduced fallen angel, with a thick black aura emanating from her whole body.

The circles around his eyes were alarmingly red, not because of crying, but because of the anger brewing in his heart that he couldn't relieve.

The energy of the emotional explosion was beyond imagination, and Afro used magic. Suddenly, the air in the room was filled with gusts of wind, and the windows were rattling. A violent storm that was about to cover the sky and the sun was about to come, and it would sweep away everything.

"Grace!! Why would you do something like that! You despicable, shameless... liar."

The low and hoarse voice was about to break in anger. Afro, whose rationality was broken, grabbed Grace's collar roughly.

The collar was tight and the body was pushed back by an incredibly strong force until it hit the wall heavily.

The powerful impact caused Grace to let out a painful groan out of instinct.

"Um……"

The distance between their pupils was very close, and Grace could even see her own subconsciously frowned expression of pain in Aphrodite's eyes which were burning with anger.

"Besides body control, what else can you do?! Forcing others, insulting others, and doing dirty things in secret!"

"you……"

The burning breath with scorching emotions hit his face again and again, and Afro's towering chest rose and fell violently.

Controlling other people's bodies is wrong in any sense, and this is indeed her own problem, Grace admitted frankly.

Hence the need for equality.

"Aphrodite, I know why you're angry."

Grace looked straight into Afro's eyes, as calm as a desolate snowfield.

She gently stroked Afro's fair and smooth neck, and with a thought, the collar that had been bothering Afro for a long time was unlocked with a click.

The cold voice is still so calm and strong.

"Okay, you said you wanted to fight back, now you have the chance."

"You can do whatever you want to retaliate, I will never stop you."

Grace gently took off the collar, held it high, and showed the clear pattern on the collar to Afro.

"So you! Do you have the courage and ability to do the same or even more outrageous things to me now?"

At this moment, the right to choose is now in Afulo's hands.

32. Punish her

Anger can accumulate little by little. Every time it is suppressed, when it is ignited again the next time, it will be greeted by flames hundreds or thousands of times more raging.

Afro's anger was suppressed many times.

Grace understood that Afro was now like a spring that had reached its limit.

It's like an ordinary person who kindly helps an elderly person who has fallen down early in the morning, but is falsely accused and has to argue for a long time, which causes him to be late. Then, he rushes to the company only to be notified of layoffs, and he feels resentful all the time.

It wasn't until I accidentally fell on the way home that the anger and grievance that had been pent up in my heart was completely triggered.

She might become hysterical and curse ungrateful old people, blind companies and the fucking world.

To be honest, Afro was not that reckless, but her mental state was on the verge of collapse after seeing her brother.

Even though she had experienced physical control, the tiny bit of weight added by Grace was enough to make her emotions completely out of control.

The core of the conflict between the two is the unequal relationship - so what would you do, Afro, who has the ability to reverse the subordinate relationship?

Grace looked at Afro, who was angry and confused.

Power is undoubtedly the most crazy thing.

The black and red collar was held high, with a magical halo surging around it, like a supreme crown, and under the dim light, it was as fascinating as Pandora's box.

The hand that was grabbing the collar slowly loosened, and there was only a collar's distance between the two of them.

Afro stared at the collar in disbelief. Her face turned pale instantly. Her lower lip began to tremble, and her voice became unstable.

"So you knew from the beginning that I would wear that thing?"

If she could solve it, why did she pretend to be dying? Or was it all a hoax from the beginning?

It is my own stupidity and blindness that have led to the current result.

At a distance of thirty centimeters, the scorching atmosphere began to form sharp ice edges.

Either break the ice, or you and I will burn up in the flames of anger.

The eyes of Her Royal Highness were still as tranquil as the lake. Her eyebrows, which were furrowed in pain, were raised, constantly challenging the bottom line. Her red lips, which were slightly panting, uttered light words.

"As long as you put it on me, you can control everything about me at any time with just your mind."

Like the lewd music coming from hell, she continues to lead people to depravity.

No, I can't listen to her now!

"Don't say irrelevant things!"

Afro interrupted Grace angrily.

The hand that was grabbing the collar tightened again, and she roughly opened the hand holding the collar, while pressing her cheek closer.

So close that you can see your burning anger in the other person's eyes.

"Answer my question! What on earth do you want to do? Why did you say that to the knight guard of the dungeon? Shouldn't you explain all this to me?"