Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

34. So Grace is helping herself?

The relationship finally became equal, and the victim became the perpetrator.

Even if it's just a little bit, you are still a perpetrator.

The dust settled, and at this moment, Afro's last line of defense was completely defeated.

If one wishes to be elected as a saint of the Vatican, one must maintain the kindness and righteousness of one's lover and a heart that is always inclined toward goodness. One must uphold absolute purity and loyalty in order to become the being closest to the goddess.

Only by being perfect can one be with God.

A long, long time ago, Afro had imagined what was on the other side of the taboo.

That must be a hell without sunlight. The goddess will never show mercy to you again, and you will never be able to see any light in your life.

A long bell sound came from afar, reminding everyone in the palace that it was time to go to bed and bathe.

It's eleven o'clock, which means a long night is about to begin.

Boom, boom, boom, long and distant, like the hammer of judgment coming from heaven in the clouds.

Afro sat against the wall, half asleep and half awake, her wrists resting weakly on the edge of the table. The dim kerosene lamp made her cheeks look yellow and lonely, like a lost puppy that couldn't find its way home.

She took a deep breath, glanced at the instigator who was half-sitting on the ground, and asked with absent-minded eyes:

"Grace, what do you want to do?"

In the end, I still did the same thing as the devil.

Became the same kind.

But from beginning to end, I couldn't figure out what the princess was trying to do. She seemed like a simple mad woman who had gone mad because her life was coming to an end.

The self-depraved demon stood up with a smile on his face.

"How about it?"

She did not answer, but patted her heavy winter palace skirt like a young girl and asked lightly:

"Has your goddess punished you?"

Punishment... ?

Afro looked around. Snowflakes fell silently. In the warm palace surrounded by the magic circle, there was not even a trace of coldness to be felt.

The feeling of breaking the taboo doesn't seem to be as uncomfortable as imagined.

Just like the turbulent and dark underwater world, when you actually cross the water surface and reach the bottom, it is actually easier than you imagined.

Once I broke that bottom line, my heart felt like there was a gaping hole in it, the cold wind was howling past me, and all that was left was emptiness.

I don't want to bother with Grace anymore. She is so self-centered and always talks to herself.

Grace has always wanted to control everyone by herself.

It doesn’t matter to me, but... the dried, shocking blood and the countless horrifying torture instruments.

Afro thought of Nurki who was suffering from pain and cold in the dungeon far away.

My brother...does it matter.

"Brother...I'm sorry."

Perhaps, Grace, who was full of lies, was the culprit who framed her brother...

The thought of this possibility made Afro feel a chill deep in his bones even in the warm room.

After making sure that every wrinkle on her clothes was smoothed out, Grace finally looked at the distraught Afro.

Well, it's time to tell the truth.

Afro should hate himself now.

In this silent moment, Grace hung up the painting that had fallen down earlier neatly.

There is a beautiful portrait on the wall.

The person in the painting is wearing a gorgeous red dress, has blonde hair and red eyes, and a calm expression. She is holding a goblet lightly in her right hand, like a queen who clinks glasses at a ball and never stops for anyone.

It seemed to be Grace's sister, Victoria, whom I had met before.

There are countless things related to art and music in the bedroom of Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess. Perhaps this painting was made by her for her sister.

She also has brothers and sisters, why would she treat her brother like this? No, not only that, he's even her fiancé!

Grace also narrated calmly in a soft, non-aggressive voice:

"For prisoners like your brother, they dare not use too severe punishment to force a confession without instructions from above."

She is...?

Afro didn't understand why Grace suddenly started to explain again. She looked at the girl's slender back.

Now it feels like friends suddenly asking for peace after a quarrel.

Unfortunately, the expression on her face couldn't be seen clearly, so Afro could let his imagination run wild.

Grace's voice is undoubtedly the most suitable for a snowy day, it is chilly and if paired with the warm burning fireplace, there is a peaceful feeling of listening to a story when she is narrating.

"But even the simplest whipping requires special techniques. If you don't avoid the abdomen and chest and injure the internal organs, it can easily cause death even with magic. But if you target the buttocks... it will only leave some superficial injuries."

"Before, I asked the knight guard to be gentle. He should look cruel, but the pain he suffered should be minimal."

So is it a misunderstanding?

Afro's eyes turned around eagerly. She wanted to believe it, but she didn't dare to.

"Yeah……?"

"Aphrodite, I know what you are thinking?"

At this moment, the heels of her shoes turned on the ground, and Grace finally turned around, her eyes still looking at her brightly and clearly.

"If you go to the dungeon without permission, you will be sent to the dungeon after being reported. It is even colder and darker than the dungeon. So, we can't let him go unpunished."

"The more horrific the scars are, the easier it will be to overturn the verdict during the trial. His Majesty the Emperor will not like torture to extract a confession."

Afro couldn't believe her ears. Grace's words had never been so powerful and beautiful.

So…is Grace really helping me?

When she looked at Grace, there was a hint of unidentifiable confusion.

35. Why are you taking off your clothes!

The pupil light gradually gathered, but then dissipated easily...

She has deceived me so many times, why should I still believe her?

On that easily broken neck there were still red marks from the tightening of the collar, as well as a collar that carried a different kind of desire and color.

Judging from her temperament, it doesn't look like a necklace, but rather like an ornament carefully selected by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The needle in her heart quietly moved a little towards Her Royal Highness, but Afro's anger was hard to dissipate. She still asked loudly:

"Then why didn't you just say it earlier and explain it right then and there?"

"Aphrodite, you are the one who has been angry the whole time! How can I explain to you what happened in the dungeon?"

Afro still looked at her cautiously.

Seeing this, Grace walked across the velvet carpet like a light and elegant breeze, came to the tea table, and pulled out a sharp knife.

It was a spare knife placed at tea time, specially used for cutting fruits. Its pure silver appearance was enough to show the noble status of its owner.

Grace carefully examined the quality of the knife as if she were appreciating a work of art.

She glanced at Miss Afro, who looked like a kitten.

"Are you still angry? If so, I'll let you calm down."

She wiped the sharp blade of the knife carefully with a napkin.

"However, your performance just now was too weak. Let me teach you first -! How to fight back!"

Then Grace turned her wrist, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

"First, have a will of steel! Always be self-centered."

The girl moved closer to Afro again, but Afro felt vaguely uneasy.

"For those who bully you, just raise your right palm and slap them hard. For those who irritate you, see clearly what she wants to do, and then fight back from the place where she fears the most."

"For those who threaten your life and beliefs, stab her in the chest with a dagger."

She looked at Grace's hands in lace gloves, took her own hands, and placed the table knife in her palms.

The polished blade made people shudder. The blade was facing her, but she smiled, as if waiting for the final judgment, and said:

"Now what kind of person am I to you?"

Afro even felt that she would say in the next second - "If you are angry, just kill me."

"Mad man! You're crazy! Are you sick?"

Aphrodite cursed, her eyebrows raised in disgust.

She quickly snatched the knife, put it away and hid it behind her back to prevent this mentally ill princess from doing anything out of line.

Grace's sudden madness made Afro even forget the emptiness of betraying the goddess.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

This is exactly what Grace wanted to do.

She showed a long-lost peaceful smile, took the initiative to break the ice, and said:

"Um...Aphrodite, I feel like there's a misunderstanding between us."

"Huh, misunderstanding?"

Afro sneered, his face as cold as ice, and took a step back.

"I hope Your Highness can stay away from these things. I don't want to become an assassin who kills the princess tomorrow."

"And what on earth do you want to do? I really can't understand you, Grace."

Of course, Afro, who felt guilty for misunderstanding Grace, only felt guilty for a second and then remained on alert.

But just this one second was enough to change the atmosphere.

Grace noticed that... the atmosphere seemed to have improved a lot.

She went to the tea table and poured Afro a glass of milk to calm her down. "Do you think anger is useful? Just now."

The hand holding the milk was suspended in the air. Like a rabbit that had seen through a trap, Afro took a quick glance and quickly retracted it.

I won’t drink it.

"Your Highness Grace, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Seeing that she didn't drink it, Grace put the warm milk on the table and said:

"You will most likely encounter a situation like this tomorrow, so please remember what I just said to you."

"?"

Afro was confused, "What's going on? Do you need to treat me like this? Is it a good thing to anger others?"

"If I tell you, it won't work."

Afro hated Grace's mysterious attitude the most. She accused her with resentment and glared back at her fiercely.

"So what's with your self-important attitude and your indifference to other people's opinions?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment at once.

"Do you have even a little empathy? How do I treat you, and how do you treat me?"

Yes, that is the most outrageous thing.

Even though Grace was a terminally ill lunatic, was there ever a moment when she treated others sincerely?

Why am I the only one torturing myself in rage?