Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro remained silent.

Grace saw from her serious expression that she seemed to be worried about whether she would lose something precious if she took a bath with her.

There has been enough chaos today. No matter what the result is, I must have left a deep impression in Afulo's heart.

Afulo is probably tired too, it's time to let her regain some sanity.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Grace didn't look back and just pushed the door open and walked out.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the presence of another person disappeared from the huge palace.

The void hit me instantly.

Afro actually felt a little lost for a moment.

She sighed and glanced around boredly.

Next to the princess' bed with drawn curtains, there was a small quilt neatly folded. It was a winter quilt filled with expensive cashmere, and its thickness was enough to dispel any cold.

This should be where I sleep at night.

The silent palace, the rustling sound of falling snow, the ticking of the clock on the wall, everything was so quiet that Afro was a little uncomfortable.

She hesitated and wandered there, like a lost deer, not knowing where to go.

Every time I take a melancholy step, I am thinking back to the gestures of someone.

Time ticked by in silence, and she finally couldn't suppress the restlessness in her heart that felt like a cat scratching, and walked straight out of the bedroom door.

According to royal regulations, in order to protect privacy, only personal maids are allowed to stand next to the bedroom.

If the royal family needed anything, they could pull a small rope next to the bed to call the maids in.

When people gather to pray, the church needs to maintain absolute silence, and even the sound of walking is not allowed. Therefore, Afro developed the habit of walking slowly and quietly.

Soft carpets will also reduce noise.

Afro walked quietly in the corridor, like a silent ghost.

At the end of the corridor, with their backs to Aphrodite, two waiting maids leaned against the wall and began to slack off during their work hours.

A slightly complaining voice rang out in the corridor, "Isn't Miss Aphrodite going to bathe with Her Highness the Princess? The bathtub is obviously very large."

Another more stable maid started to talk, "I don't know, maybe he has mysophobia."

"But if she washes again, I guess I'll only get four hours of sleep in the morning."

"I'm so tired... It's been so cold lately, and tomorrow it's my turn to be on duty again."

"You've been in a bit of a pity lately. I can only hope that Miss Aphrodite finishes her bath soon."

"You said that our princess doesn't have many friends, so why did she ask Miss Afro to sleep with her? Did she choose her to be a maid to accompany her to school?"

"I heard that the princess was in a very bad mood a few days before the poisoning. She locked herself in her room the whole time. Now that she is well again, she called Miss Aphrodite. Maybe she wanted to relieve her mood."

"Ah, if that's the case, I'll work hard to make Her Highness happy even if I have to stay up all night..."

"Well, Her Royal Highness is the most important."

"But why did Her Royal Highness recover from the poison so quickly?"

"That must be the goddess' blessing. The news has spread all over the palace..."

Is Grace really that popular?

Afro's eyes were dazed and she was lost in thought. The maid then started talking about other things and she could no longer concentrate on eavesdropping.

I gave a negative answer in my heart almost immediately.

She is a self-centered, crazy, and, well, unreasonable person!

but……

If I don't go take a bath with her now, these maids will have to go to bed very late.

Being a maid actually has very hard work. In the church, Afro often heard some maids complain about their jobs.

They work almost all day long, and the power of life and death is entirely in the hands of their master.

The compassion of a natural saint couldn't help but float out like smoke. Afro took a deep breath and walked slowly to the two of them.

"Miss Maid, can you take me to the bath?"

It was not until a soft and holy voice sounded in their ears that the two maids who were slacking off realized what was happening.

With her blonde hair and blue eyes, and wearing the Winter Palace dress worn only by the nobility, she must be a friend of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The short maid suddenly realized what was happening and quickly bowed and stammered to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Miss Afro, I deserve death. I shouldn't talk about these things behind my back. Please forgive my rudeness."

The taller maid, who was more clever, knelt down on both knees and begged for forgiveness in civilian etiquette, "I'm sorry, Miss Afro."

"It's okay, just take me to the bath and I won't tell anyone else."

Afro shook his head magnanimously, even bending down to help the maid up.

The maids' tense mood suddenly relaxed, and she praised sincerely:

"Thank you, Miss Afro. You are indeed a friend of Her Royal Highness. You have such a kind and generous character."

"Then, Miss Afro, please follow me."

Are you kind and generous?

Afro frowned in confusion.

I am one, but Grace is not.

Forget it, let’s go to the bath first…

I don't know why, but I feel a little nervous, and at the same time a little bit...

expect?

Afro suddenly felt a little creepy about the bizarre thoughts in his mind.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of this bad idea, and then she followed the maids.

38. Hello Jimei, let’s sleep together!

The huge bathtub was filled with mist. A layer of tiny rose petals floated on the water surface. An unknown essential oil painted the liquid surface an ambiguous pink.

The soles of her feet lightly touched the water, and her slender body with feminine curves and beauty entered the water, and warmth surged up.

The water outlets are rose-shaped on all four sides, and the water flows gently, making you feel like you are immersed in a pink ocean.

On such a cold winter day, being able to soak in such a bath can be said to be the best comfort for the mind and body.

Grace is abstinent and refuses anything that could bring her happiness.

But that doesn't mean she is a fool. She wouldn't be stupid enough to take a bath in ice water in the middle of winter.

Grace chose to end this behavior as soon as possible, as it could easily lead to a sense of dependence, and not allow herself to be greedy.

Even though she has succeeded in her revenge, Grace still chooses this habit.

The shampoo was rubbed onto her body very quickly to form bubbles, and Grace washed her body cleanly and neatly like a soldier following strict rules.

According to the rules, the personal maid named Sarah should help her take a bath herself.

But, alas, Grace hated any contact, so she was asked to leave.

The wet water flows down the body, washing every part of the body clean.

Grace leaned on the edge of the bathtub and looked around. She was the only one in the bathroom.

Can I use the Holy Flame Technique?

Miss Grace frowned in confusion.

So how do we start it?

Snap, she snapped her fingers lightly.

As the thought moved, a white flame ignited quietly at the fingertips, strange and hot.

Even though Grace was far away, she could still feel the warmth of the flame.

Are these the only features?

Grace tried to use her mind to continue manipulating the flames to explore more forms.

She waved her index finger in the air, and the blazing white flame began to dance along with it. Red, yellow, purple, blue, and myriad colors changed beautifully above the flame.

“Have you become a master of magic now?”

It even seems like there's more that can be done with Holy Flame...

Fantastic ideas exploded in Miss Grace's mind, and then there was the sound of a crisp snap of fingers.

It is also the sound of a vital flame exploding at your fingertips.

The pure white holy flame spread out before his eyes like fireworks.

Grace was stunned. Could it be that this was the effect?

Not only that, under her experiments, the Holy Flame Technique can also be transformed into the shape of a bullet and shot out.

Fire bomb!

Grace couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, the power of the Holy Flame Technique was too high.

But in the world of adult games, the combat system is just to distribute more benefits, so this intensity is actually reasonable.

Well...it's about time to go back.

Grace stood up from the bathtub. Her head felt extremely heavy, she felt a little dizzy, and her body was shaky.

Is this a side effect of Holy Flame? It requires a certain amount of physical strength.

Grace leaned against the edge of the river for a while before she came to her senses.

The small, white bare feet stepped on the white tiles, and the water flowed along the curve of the slender calves, leaving a transparent water stain on the ground.

On the wall to the left of the bathtub, there is an exquisite mirror inlaid with gold-rimmed patterns, probably for the owner of the bathroom to admire his own body.

The hazy fog could only outline the general shape of his body.

Her smooth black hair fell in front of her chest, and Grace wiped the cold mirror with her hand.

What caught my eye was skin that was too pale as if it had never seen sunlight, a figure with golden proportions, a slender waist, and perfectly proportioned breasts. Every part of her body was flawless, as if it had been blessed by the Creator.

But in terms of appearance, there is not much difference from the previous life, and the pink mole on the left chest remains.

Or even say that this body should be your original body?

Grace's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she took note of this unreasonable thing.

Then she wrapped her body with a bath towel and went to the dressing room to change into pajamas.

Click. Wisps of smoke overflowed from the crack in the door, and the tightly closed door of the bathhouse opened.

A golden, fluffy head cautiously leaned through the crack in the door, and Afro felt particularly nervous for some reason.

She tightly grasped the towel covering her body and swept around the entire bathtub.

Afro blinked, "Huh? No one's here?"

The nun breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you looking at?"

A cold voice came to my ear.

The heart in her chest suddenly tightened, and Afro looked behind the door on the left with a guilty conscience.

Grace stood there expressionlessly, wet water droplets soaking the bath towel covering her body, her pale skin faintly visible, making it impossible to look away.

But the arrogance and indifference to everything that she unconsciously revealed were just like the cool and cold white flowers on the snowy mountains.

One can't help but imagine what happened when she lost control of her emotions or her cheeks turned red.

The more arrogant she is, the more I want to see her hit rock bottom.