Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro understood that although she possessed the magic to heal lives, she knew nothing about medical techniques and could only temporarily understand the general situation of human vitality.

Imperial physicians are different from ordinary doctors. They need to possess magic, receive exclusive one-on-one teaching and pass three years of review before they can become doctors who cure diseases and save lives through magic.

Everyone is born with magic lines in their body. The imperial physician can sense the source of the disease - the existence of death energy - by transmitting magic power through the magic lines.

Next, the imperial physician will perform magic medicine based on the type of death energy.

As long as the person does not die on the spot, even if only limbs are broken, he or she can fully recover after a period of recuperation.

The Rhine Empire's genius second-in-command of imperial physicians has issued an order - the princess, who will not live for more than three months, may not survive the night if she becomes ill.

Do you still need to hold on at this time?

"I don't know!"

Afro's voice was almost broken with anxiety. She pulled her sleeve out of the dying Grace's hand cleanly and neatly.

"At this time, we should find the imperial physician first, right?!"

Afro glanced back, her face suddenly changed. Her Royal Highness's face was as pale as death, like a withered flower destroyed by wind and rain.

Yes! No matter what, we must call the imperial physician first!

Even though Grace was in great pain and dying, she held onto Afro's arm with all her strength.

The only person who can accomplish the system's goals is Afro.

Her throat was burning, and every word was like a knife cutting through her vocal cords. Grace endured the extreme pain and explained in a weak voice:

"It's okay, just help me to the bed. If... you call the imperial physician again, your brother may not be able to be released."

Why are you still saying such things!

Afro was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She gritted her teeth and pulled her arm out, while continuing to cast life-healing magic on Grace.

"What do you mean my brother doesn't have to be released? Now you will die!"

"Trust me! Afro! Help me to the bed and everything will be fine!"

Grace propped herself up from the floor and responded with all her strength,

"My life... is my own! I know it better than you."

In order to make Afro believe her, Grace strengthened her tone and resisted the urge to cough up blood.

"you!!!"

Afro was so angry that he stamped his feet and quickly put his arms under Grace's armpits, trying to help her up, while gritting his teeth and cursing,

"The crime of desecrating life is punishable by frying in oil. If you go to hell, don't regret it."

However, just as Afro put the slender princess on her shoulders, she noticed that Grace made a subtle sound of resistance.

"Um……"

It was not a soft, painful groan, but a sound similar to the disgusted purr of a cat-like creature.

If the current environment wasn't so quiet, Afro wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

The girl's body was cold and soft, she had almost no strength due to the pain, and she put all the weight on herself.

Grace's eyes were closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a flying butterfly, her cheeks were flushed, and her whole body looked broken and cold because of the pain she was enduring.

This state seems to be quite suitable for her...

Afro's pupils shrank, and he quickly threw the strange thoughts out of his mind.

She held Grace with one hand and lifted the quilt with the other hand. Then she threw the princess' body on the princess' bed like a sandbag and covered her with the quilt attentively.

But Grace's pain did not lessen in the slightest. She leaned against the pillow, covering her eyes with her thin white arms, still dying.

Was the situation in the confessional similar to what it is now?

The same loss of vitality, the same near death, and the same purpose.

"Okay, can I go call the imperial physician now?"

Afro simply pulled the small drawstring on the bed.

The personal maid has a small compartment next to the master's bedroom, and will come within three minutes as long as she receives the signal.

Grace panted and ordered, patting the place beside her with her weak arm.

"Come up, onto the bed!"

Afro was anxious and confused, "What?"

Grace, do you want to think about what you said again?

"I say!—Do you want your master to tell you twice before you come to bed?"

If Grace still had her collar, or if she wasn't as weak as she is now, she might still be a little intimidating.

But why is she still pretending like that even though she is so weak?

What on earth is Grace thinking?

Afro was almost confused by Grace's unconventional behavior. She frowned and scolded:

"What master...your body is about to fail, why are you saying these things?"

Afro couldn't figure it out, but she still climbed onto the bed obediently, and while sending her healing magic, she leaned against the princess' slender arm and half-lying on the pillow.

The fragrance after bathing and the faint cool fragrance emanating from the girl's body subtly calmed Afro's anxiety.

Afro turned her head worriedly and found that Grace's expression had relaxed a lot, and her stiff shoulders and muscles also relaxed slightly.

"From now on, it will be your responsibility to warm the bed while I am here."

That weak voice also became as cold and steady as before.

At this time, even if Afro didn't use magic to test it, he could tell that Grace's vitality was much better.

Why did Grace get better as soon as she got into bed?

Afro was still wondering when there was a polite knock on the tightly closed door of the bedroom.

Sarah's concerned voice came from outside the door, "Your Highness Grace, do you have any orders?"

"No, you go back."

"Yes, Your Highness Grace. I will be here anytime if you need me during the night."

The footsteps faded away, and Grace leaned against the head of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, her face gloomy.

Stupid system, we must find a way to break free from the constraints of the system.

This is no longer a challenge, but a punishment for one's own will to reject the system.

The warm and soft touch wrapped around her lower body, and the comfort made Grace unable to help but move her body slightly to the side.

But this is a very clear signal for Afro.

She lowered her eyebrows, clenched her chin and began to fall into deep thought.

Grace once said, 'I'm not used to close contact with people.'

Why do you force yourself to have contact with someone even though you clearly hate him/her?

Why did Grace recover as soon as I got to the bed?

Finally, at a certain moment, her green eyes sparkled, and she stared straight at Grace and asked:

"Grace, are you being forced by some unknown will or curse?"

41. Royal Family

This is the second time I've asked this question.

This time it was Afro who clutched her sleeves tightly with a determined look.

"No."

Grace rejected it outright. She turned her face away and said perfunctorily,

"Stop dwelling on these meaningless things."

"How can it be meaningless!" Afro retorted with a slight frown.

fraud!

Afro didn't believe it at all. This was the second time he felt his vitality slipping away.

As long as he follows Grace's ideas, he can pull back the vitality that is like a flood.

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

'Don't look at what she said, look at what she did.'

Grace's words rang in my ears again in the afternoon.

Grace is lying to herself!

It’s strange to say, but I always seem to remember Grace’s words clearly.

Grace shrugged, "As you can see, I'm in great shape now."

"If you have time to care about me, you might as well think more about your brother's affairs."

There was no change in her expression as she silently moved her body to the edge of the bed.

The pure white quilt outlines the two people's bodies, with a clear dividing line in the middle.

"Care about you...?"

Afro blinked slightly, raised his head, and said confidently,

"Didn't you say you wanted to protect my brother? We share a common interest."

That's not caring! It's just a community of interests.

She shook her head, her seaweed-like golden hair loose, revealing a childlike cleanliness in her purity.

so cute.

Grace was a little too lazy to argue with Afro, so she turned over and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, she could no longer see Afro's expression, and finally she could ask quietly:

"Let me ask you - do you know the current situation of the princes and princesses, especially Victoria?"

The Ryan Empire has not appointed a crown prince for a long time. The poisoned princess and the framed fiancé make it hard not to think of a political struggle for the interests of the throne.

"What aspects do you want to talk about?"

"Tell me everything you know."

"Don't you know all this? Why don't you just ask someone else?"

"No one can be trusted in the palace."

Even though the cold voice had been said many times, Afro still felt that there was a convincing power in her calm tone.

Afro tucked the quilt around her, crossed her fingers on her abdomen, looked at the dark ceiling, and spoke slowly.

"Victoria is the only child of the late Princess Anna Luandor, from the Luandor family that commanded the empire's northwest defense line. The princess died eight years ago, and Victoria was exactly sixteen years old, so she left the palace to study at the Imperial Royal Academy."

"Two years ago, she was sent to a principality that seemed to border Cardan. I heard that she planned and negotiated a trade route with the Cardan Empire. His Majesty was very happy."

Grace had seen Cardan in the World Geography Encyclopedia. It had a vast territory and was very powerful. It was considered a T1 close to T0 existence on the Eris continent.

There are four principalities and a vast sea of ​​red leaves between it and the Ryan Empire.

Even though the World Geography Encyclopedia was a publication of the Ryan Empire, it still drew a question mark above the sea of ​​red leaves.

The two countries have always been in dispute over the territorial division of the Red Leaf Sea. The reason is that there is a huge Red Leaf Island on the border of the Red Leaf Sea. The island is full of magic power and has a large number of magic crystal veins.

Magic crystals are expensive and are essential components for starting up magic circles.

The two countries sent troops to garrison here, confronting each other tit for tat, and the relations between the two countries were extremely tense.

If he could open up a trade route on the road, Ryan could sell coffee, tea and tobacco, and buy Cardin's expensive spices and silk.

It is good for the relations between the two countries and the neighboring countries.

Grace asked curiously, "Do you think she will become the crown prince?"