Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

When Afro went to get a blanket for the old man, Miss Grace chose to take the initiative.

She took off her warm mink coat and gave it to the old man, leaving only a pure black woolen cloak.

For these devout believers, giving money is useless. They will still devote everything to the "Goddess" like moths to a flame. This is the piety of fools.

The old man was a little surprised at first, but he couldn't resist Miss Grace's enthusiasm and finally accepted it reluctantly.

At the same time, when she was leaving, she used her peripheral vision to confirm that the kind Miss Afro saw her back.

But it’s really cold today.

When Grace took off her mink coat, she shivered with cold, and her frail body trembled in resistance to the action.

But PLAN A and PLAN B are ready. Even though it's cold, Grace, who is now betting her life, has only one choice left, which is to start the game.

……

So how will Grace get Afro to wear the collar?

Time goes back to the narrow confessional.

"Of course, you must devote your whole body and soul to me first. You can no longer believe in your god. The meaning of your life can only be because of me."

Grace's words left no room for rejection.

She looked arrogant and elegant, but secretly, her vitality was slipping away with the countdown, and the thin cloak made her body stiff and shivering with cold.

But these are things that Afro, who is on the other side of the door, cannot observe.

In order to prevent the system from getting in the way, she asked the system to turn off the favorability prompt.

Through the window, Grace saw Afro's face was frosty, her brows were furrowed, and her green eyes were full of vigilance. The temperature and atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.

Very good, that’s a really nice expression. Now I really feel like a villain.

Grace tilted her head and gave her a friendly smile.

This undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Afro took a deep breath, turned around and prepared to push the door and leave, but in the next second she seemed to remember something. She turned her head and looked at Grace with a puzzled expression.

It seemed that he recognized me, so he got straight to the point and started in a rude and stupid way, making the kind-hearted Miss Afro fall into the trap voluntarily.

Grace stood up and passed the slender ring collar through the narrow window from the pocket of her winter dress. She gave orders in a cold voice,

"Miss Afro, do you want to leave now? I will only give you one chance. Wear it and swear to me your loyalty to God and to me."

Afro's beautiful eyebrows rose and fell like waves, and a complex expression appeared on her holy face, revealing a hint of disgust imperceptibly.

Why did Your Highness do this?

Now that she was wearing the collar, it meant that she, as a nun in the church and a candidate saint of the Holy See of Light, had to submit to the imperial power.

Walk out from here and let all the devout believers see - look, the saint lady who will have conversations with the goddess in the future is actually serving as a dog for others.

Isn't this the biggest insult to the goddess?

Such an ending would be more painful for the devout Afro than killing herself, but given her status, she could not refuse Her Royal Highness the Princess.

She stared silently for a long time, her slender white hand slid down from the door handle, stared at the collar with some special meaning, and spoke cautiously,

"Your Highness Princess Grace... This is the first time we meet, right? Are you playing a prank? Saying something like this... is not in keeping with your status."

Grace understood that this was a subtle reminder of her childishness.

This is already a very kind reminder.

But Grace would not give up. She continued to press on, her words becoming more outrageous:

"Since you have recognized me, shouldn't you wear it? Or do you want to reject me as a noble?"

This is already a threat!

"Your Highness! Your request is too..."

She subconsciously refused sternly, but then realized her own overstepping of authority and swallowed the word "rude" in her throat.

As a noble, I cannot say the word "disrespectful" to the princess.

Afro looked into those ruby-like delicate eyes. Red should be the most dangerous color, but she only felt a special clarity.

That is a clarity that a person with an evil heart would never possess.

As a nun, Aphrodite has seen countless believers. As long as she looks into a stranger's eyes, she can guess whether that person is good or bad.

Why is Her Highness Grace like this?

Her Royal Highness took the lead and asked, "Is it too much?"

It's rude, Afro added in his mind.

But she still maintained a peaceful expression. This was the confessional connected to the Goddess, and the nun had to maintain her best appearance no matter what.

This is also a respect for the goddess.

She suppressed her disgust, looked at the collar in the girl's hand, and said, "No, I just have a little doubt."

"Ok?"

Grace raised her eyebrows with interest. "That can answer your question, but when we talk about business, shouldn't we open the door?"

Grace tapped the wooden window gently with the side of her collar, silently urging her.

"And--! My arms are sore from holding it up all the time."

"Ah, sorry Your Highness."

Perhaps it was out of habit of kindness, Afro subconsciously caught the collar.

Touching the soft black and red collar, Afro felt a little annoyed as he felt the faint magical fluctuations surrounding him.

What on earth am I doing?

Just thinking like this -, click, and then the wooden door separating the two people was completely opened by her.

Grace stood outside the door, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her tender white hands gently rubbed her arms like a lazy cat licking its fur.

Her Royal Highness the Princess revealed her delicate and girly side; perhaps this was her true side.

Only then did Afro see the full appearance of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Although she was called a princess, she was just a beautiful and thin girl. She was wearing very little on this cold winter day.

The cold wind penetrated through the woolen cloak and seeped into the winter palace skirt. If it weren't for the slightly trembling hem of the skirt, Afro wouldn't even be able to feel that the princess's frail body was shivering.

She thought of the hunchbacked old pilgrim. It seemed that someone had given her a mink coat, which was mainly used to keep warm.

Judging from her attire, she seems to be the Princess... Is the Princess so kind?

The relationship now is wonderful and the atmosphere is subtle, it doesn't seem to be as confrontational as before.

The peaceful atmosphere made Afro a little bolder. She asked cautiously,

"Your Highness, weren't you poisoned at the palace banquet? Why are you here?"

She wanted to ask more than just a simple question like this: where was her brother in the interrogation room? What was going on now?

According to rumors, Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess has a gentle and calm personality and does not like to fight. What is her purpose in looking for me now?

I have no idea what Her Royal Highness is thinking, and this threat doesn't even sound like a threat.

"Yes, why am I here?"

Grace asked back with a smile.

Without giving Afro any chance to respond, she raised her head slightly and said in a condescending manner,

"I was indeed poisoned yesterday, and the evidence now shows that it was your brother Nurki who poisoned me."

"But Your Highness, aren't you still standing here?"

If Grace was poisoned, how could she be standing here in good health?

In order to verify this conjecture, Afro used magic to explore Grace's vitality.

How could this happen? Afro frowned.

Grace's current condition does not seem like poisoning, but rather like a cracked cup. Her vitality is slowly dissipating at a uniform rate and will soon dry up.

Although her vitality was weakening, the princess's face never showed any sign of weakness and she remained calm.

"My standing here doesn't mean anything. The evidence speaks for itself. Even if I wasn't poisoned, an attempted crime is still a crime."

The cold voice echoed in the confessional, and Grace took a step forward, closing the distance between the two.

The small confessional was exceptionally quiet for a moment, and Afro could even hear distorted conversations outside the confessional through the wood.

Her Royal Highness was wearing high heels and was a few inches shorter than herself, so Afro could only lower her head, look into Grace's beautiful eyes, and retort:

"But how could my brother possibly murder His Highness? You are his fiancée."

Grace smiled contemptuously. "So what? I heard someone heard Nurkic say a lot of bad things about me when he was drunk. He has a motive for committing the crime."

Isn’t this just a rumor?

Afro's heart is as clear as a mirror. Although she is gentle, she will never let anyone manipulate her.

She is very smart, smarter than most people, but she remains peaceful and does not fight or compete, simply because she has the purest and most pious heart.

Afro was not in a hurry. She retorted very calmly,

"Your Highness, I know my brother's character very well. He is an upright man, devoted to medicine, and never drinks."

"is it?"

Grace took a step forward. The distance between them was less than 20 centimeters, and the tense atmosphere was at its highest.

At this moment, Afro could even smell the faint scent of perfume on Grace's body, a floral scent mixed with teak and jasmine, elegant and unique.

Her eyes were fixed on herself in a scrutinizing manner. "That's not necessarily true. I heard that some murderers disguise themselves very well before execution."

"And as long as the judge deems it evidence, it becomes evidence. It doesn't matter what the truth is."

She spoke lightly, her cherry lips opening and closing, like a bewitching Pandora's box that forced people to believe.

Then Afro watched her take the collar from his hand. Her slightly cold hand slid across his palm like snowflakes, and then he pointed the collar at his cheek.

The girl turned a blind eye, looked at Afro through the collar, and threatened softly,

"What do you think the crime of murdering the princess would be? If it is proven, everything in Argerich's possession will be burned, and you will end your short life on the gallows."

"You are still so young, and you are a candidate for the Saint. Your future is bright."

Most people would choose to compromise for their own interests at this time, but Afulo was surprisingly calm at this time.

She seemed to realize something, narrowed her eyes and became alert, and asked in the same cold tone,

"So, Your Highness, what do you want to say?"

Grace had to admit that Afro with a cold face was more pleasing to the eye than her previous holy and gentle form.

The reminder countdown halfway through the walk and the hand gradually losing strength were proof that Grace didn't have much time left.

This situation was not surprising. Grace had even imagined the clean and upright look on Afro's face when he rejected her.

Only such a person will not be conquered by the protagonist played by the player, and only such a person who shines like a diamond can be worthy of the title of Saint.

Grace continued to play the villain according to her own plan A. The girl with a clear sense of black and white smiled as bright as a rose at this time.

She pulled Aphrodite's hand down and once again placed the collar on the girl's hand, giving her the right to choose.

"Now put on the collar. Then, I will keep your brother for you."

"what……"

Afro let out a helpless sigh, she took a step back and firmly drew a line between herself and Grace, her back resting against the slightly cool wall of the confessional.

Her tone was smooth, without even much fluctuation, calm and confident.

"Your Highness, there is a magical fluctuation on your collar. This is something I knew from the beginning."

"Although I don't understand political struggles, Your Highness has also said that your words don't count. Why should I believe your promise?"

"If this is just a game, I think you can use it for other things, such as to please His Majesty the King."

From the moment the magic fluctuation came out, Grace knew that her plan A had completely failed.

This was expected, and all she had to do was start plan B, but what Grace didn't expect was Afro's attitude.

She frowned slightly, and her eyes, as clear as lake water, looked straight at him, as if she was looking for the answer to a math problem, and asked stubbornly,