Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

It just so happens that the black and red collar around the neck can do just that.

Feeling guilty about her inner thoughts, Afro avoided her sight.

"Nothing... I just came in to take a shower. I heard that if the water is changed, the maid will not be able to rest until very late..."

Afro stuttered as she spoke and couldn't help but close her eyes out of shame.

His fingers tightly grasped the only shelter in front of him.

Isn't this, this, this explanation getting worse the more I talk about it?

But the pervert who liked women just threw out a sentence without any emotion, like a puppet.

"Then take your time washing up. I'm going to the bedroom first."

Then, the princess who had just gone mad to the extreme left the bathroom again without looking back.

Miss Afro, who had already prepared herself mentally and vowed to defend her bottom line to the death, was left standing there in a daze.

"Eh? What does she mean?"

She stared blankly at the intricately patterned marble tiles on the floor, her mood seeming gray at the moment.

Indescribably strange.

……

Grace's palace always uses magic circles to maintain the temperature in the cold winter, so even if you are wearing thin silk pajamas, you will not feel cold.

Grace was still at her desk, reading the newspaper, constantly absorbing knowledge about the game world.

This kind of magic circle can only be used by upper-class nobles.

Magic is something that is out of reach for most people.

Those who possess magical talent will be directly recruited by the nobles as guest officials and rise to prominence.

Probably similar to the guardian knights of medieval European lords.

The footsteps were getting closer inside the bedroom. It seemed that Afro had finished her bath?

Grace did not turn around and announced like the head of the family who would not tolerate any questioning.

"You can just sleep in my bed tonight and I'll sleep on the floor."

Afro didn't say anything, but just hummed in a muffled voice as if he was angry.

She deliberately passed by him, and then deliberately pulled out a book "The Secret Story of Princess Lorbes" from the bookshelf.

Judging from the exaggerated cover, it should be some kind of popular romance novel.

Grace would not look at these things because they are useless.

The atmosphere was deadlocked in silence.

Grace felt a little confused. She hadn't done anything, but why was the atmosphere frozen like an ice world?

She looked back at Afro.

The girl was half lying on the pillow beside the dimly lit bed, having only read one page of the book in her hand.

Her eyes were fixed on him, without any avoidance.

As if expecting me to say something.

Grace ignored her, turned her head and continued reading.

That should be it for tonight.

The system prompts are just right.

[Afro still holds a great grudge against you, so warn her - the fate of a tamed person is to obey the master in everything.]

[Please let Afro warm your bed and collect the achievement - Sleeping in the same bed. ]

39. Help me to the bed first

Is it over?

Grace's fingertips paused as she turned the pages of the book. She was a little tired of doing it over and over again.

Is this system aimed at me or Afulo?

The rebellious Miss Grace does not intend to continue doing things that involve her bottom line.

Don't go.

She curled her lips, brought her knees together, tapped the ground with her toes in annoyance, and continued reading.

But the mechanical electronic sound in her ears kept repeating, as if it was a warning to Grace.

[Please let Afro warm your bed for you and complete the achievement Sleeping Together for the First Time. ]

[Please let Afro warm your bed for you and complete the achievement Sleeping Together for the First Time. ]

It’s as annoying as the alarm clock in the morning and it won’t stop until it achieves its goal.

Then, the mind seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, the soul felt a tearing pain for no reason, and cold sweat kept pouring out.

The slender fingertips that were stilled trembled slightly, and the breathing began to become rapid.

Not being able to control my body was like the pain of an illness suddenly striking me in the middle of the night, and I couldn't find anything to rely on in the dark ward.

But even so, I don't want to stay in someone else's warm bed for such a long time.

There is neither reward nor punishment, so just try to endure it.

Snap, Grace forced herself to close the book despite the discomfort. She took a deep breath and said in a clear and trembling voice:

"I'm going to bed first, you... remember to turn off the lights."

Then, she struggled to get up her aching body and slowly lifted the quilt on the floor like an old person.

Grace turned her back to Afro and curled up her trembling body in a thick quilt.

It's hot and cold, with the chill of winter on one side and the scorching heat of midsummer on the other.

The physical torture made her no longer have the energy to pay attention to Afulo's current condition.

She just doesn't want to interact with people for the time being.

Just get through it, just like every night before when the illness attacked.

Afro, who was expecting something from Grace, felt a little strange.

She glanced at Grace, who had wrapped herself into a curled up kitten.

"Go to bed so early?"

Grace ignored her because there were still many things to be settled today!

Grace owed me an apology and a lot of things that needed to be explained, but she didn't say a word to me.

Forget it, let’s go to bed first.

Afro shook his head, intending to throw someone's figure out of his mind like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

I have to attend the trial at dusk tomorrow, so I must be in good spirits.

In the Church of Light, dusk is considered the end of the wicked, and all sins will be settled when the sun sets.

The culture of the Rhine Empire was steeped in religious beliefs and upheld the principle of opening trials at dusk.

At this point, Afro stood up and put the popular novel in his hand back into the bookshelf, blew out the kerosene lamp, and then turned off the shining magic lamp.

Night came when the lights went out, and silence and darkness invaded the bedroom.

There are no cicadas on winter nights, so even the slightest sound of breathing can break the tranquility of the night.

Afro lay quietly in the quilt. The warm and comfortable princess bed and the warmth of being wrapped up made people feel a little incredible.

Did I think Her Royal Highness the Princess would do something excessive to me at night?

Especially when you invite yourself to take a bath together.

She took out the expensive and exquisite green gem earring from her pocket.

Such a warm color and the temperature warmed by body temperature.

With the faint light from the stars and the moon coming in through the window, she carefully observed the luster of the gemstone earring.

Afro's pupils were dilated and she was unable to sleep and fell into deep thought.

What a beautiful color...does it look like my eyes?

No. Is now the time to think about this?

What will be the future of my brother? Has my father outside the palace received my letter?

"Aha……"

Suddenly, an unbearable gasp was heard in the darkness.

Afro was keenly aware of something and sat up alertly from the soft princess bed.

She could clearly determine that the sound was not an ambiguous breath, but a moan mixed with pain and endurance.

It's either me or Grace.

Or is it what Grace said... an assassin?

But we can't be impatient now. First we need to confirm the condition of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

She was calm and quick, jumping off the bed like lightning and walking lightly towards Grace.

In the silent night, the only source of light is the twinkling stars on a snowy night.

Grace curled up on the floor. Even in the dim light, one could see that the girl's body was wrapped in a ball and she was shivering.

"Hahaha……"

The closer you get, the more you can hear heavy breathing.

It seemed as if something was strangling the girl's throat, making it impossible for Grace to breathe.

Afro's pupils shrank and she quickly turned on the light.

With a snap, the darkness was completely dispelled. Afro half-knelt beside Grace. She frowned, patted the balled-up quilt, and asked anxiously:

"Grace! Are you okay?"

The princess responded with a weak and painful breath, "Ha...ha..."

Afro quickly turned Grace's body around.

Afro was stunned.

The face that was originally as white as snow turned slightly red, the eyes were tightly closed, the cheeks were bulging, and the facial features were twisted together in pain, as if she was enduring torture from hell.

The girl's brows were tightly furrowed, cold sweat kept coming out of her forehead, a few strands of wet hair stuck to the sides of her cheeks, her bloodless lips were half open, and she was breathing heavily.

Oh no! Could it be Grace's disease?

"Grace, are you sick? Do you have any medicine?"

Thinking of the words of the imperial physician before, Afro didn't have time to think too much. He anxiously spread out his palms and used magic power to test the girl's vitality.

Vitality is slowly slipping away, and nothing is optimistic.

But the weak girl was not strong enough to respond.

Afro knew that his healing method was too weak, and the safest way now was to call for help.

"Don't worry, I'll ask my personal maid to call the imperial physician."

She patted the girl's quilt and prepared to stand up with extreme calmness to pull the small drawstring on the side of the bed.

However - all these actions were blocked by a weak hand.

The cold voice lost its original arrogance and conceit, and said tremblingly:

"No...no, help me to the bed first."

40. Come up, come to the bed