Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace took a step forward, and her cold voice became passionate.

"Are you saying that the goddess who has blessed the Eris continent for thousands of years and bestowed civilization and fire on mankind does not exist? Or are you questioning the goddess?"

"I'm saying your remarks are ridiculous. You're using the goddess' name to lie while protecting a criminal!"

"So - how do you explain this?"

With a snap of fingers, a white holy flame appeared between Grace's index fingers. It leaped along the girl's fingertips, burning and deforming the surrounding air.

"How can I perform the Holy Flame Technique when I have no magic power?"

Hiss, Grace's sharp ears moved slightly, and she vaguely heard a surprised inhalation. Then the audience began to get restless and whispered like mosquitoes in summer.

Those are the looks and evaluations that you should bear.

But the most important thing now is——Karta in front of him.

Grace raised her lips and smiled at him, then mouthed something condescendingly to the arrogant Karta.

——"Stupid one-eyed man".

Karta's eyes instantly turned red, his whole body felt unbearable, his reverse scale was touched, and the flames of anger burned unstoppably.

He could no longer pay attention to when Grace had magic.

There were only countless voices in my ears telling me - Kill her, kill her!

Kill her! Bitch!!! Bitch!!! She made the mistake herself, yet she dared to challenge me!!

Carta, who was bloodthirsty and on the verge of rage, could not help but hold the sword in his hand, veins on his neck bulged, and he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice,

"If you lie in the name of the goddess, you will fall into eternal hell. Why do you use magic items to deceive everyone?"

The fact that he was born into an imperial family and had a bad temper and an unstable personality almost determined the failure of the Second Prince.

Emperor Kevin obviously knew this result, so he did not appoint a crown prince for a long time in order to check and balance Victoria.

People with physical disabilities, especially in a royal environment, must have extremely distorted personalities.

Liking to bite nails is a sign of mental instability.

This time, Grace has the upper hand.

The flame went out, and the girl slowly raised her hand, using her fair and delicate right hand as a gun to aim at Karta.

Then she closed her right eye and uttered a soft "bang!" from her cherry lips.

A ball of terrifying flame suddenly condensed at the fingertips and shot out at high speed like a bullet, fiercely cutting through the dry and cold air.

The scorching flame core flew within the vision of Karta's one eye at a speed unobservable to the naked eye.

Like a shining meteor, it goes straight to the center of the eyebrows.

Karta opened his eyes wide, stepped back, and subconsciously drew out his sword to block the bullet-like flames.

"Royal brother, what about this? Is it still an illusion of magic props?"

A crisp sound was heard, and then thousands and tens of thousands of flames gathered behind the girl, with all the bullets aimed at her vital points.

Grace's black hair fluttered gently in the rustling air, and her eyes were full of murderous intent, like a siren crawling out of the dark sea, beautiful and dangerous.

With a clang, the long sword broke into two pieces with a slight sound.

The cold light of the sharp blade reflected his terrified face, and Karta's scarlet pupils trembled.

Grace really wants to kill herself!!!

Once the idea of ​​killing the imperial sister came to mind, it became uncontrollable.

She wanted to kill herself first!

Anyway, my father wants to kill her, everyone wants to kill her, so my father will definitely forgive me.

Yes, my father was assassinated, and I was the one who blocked the attack for them, so my father will definitely forgive me.

There was no one else in Karta's field of vision. He suddenly burst out with amazing speed, took two steps forward and forcefully locked Grace's fragile throat.

"Bitch!"

Grace didn't resist at all and let Karta strangle her neck like a chicken.

Bang, bang, bang, there was a faint sound of fireworks exploding in my ears, and at the same time the sound of armor colliding rapidly could be heard.

"Quick, save Her Highness Grace, Her Highness Carta has gone mad!"

A noisy crowd began to surge.

Her neck was pinched until it turned red and she could hardly breathe, but even so, the princess was still smiling.

The grip on her throat became tighter and tighter, and the real devil began to speak. She struggled to say,

"You, you see... When faced with someone who wants to kill you, everyone will kill her first, even if it's a relative or a loved one."

"I'm not lying, am I? Your Honor?"

51. Welcome to my hell

Broken swords and sanity, exploding fireworks and crowds, scarlet eyes and strangled necks.

Everyone on and off the stage had their own ulterior motives; some were noisy, some were crazy, some were anxious, some were flustered, and some were watching with indifference.

All the people in the court were transformed into absurd and bizarre colors, together painting a picture of "The Last Supper".

It is only in the most outrageous evil that one can get a glimpse into the human heart.

Grace liked this feeling, it was so real that it was scary.

I like the selfishness and incompetence displayed in Karta's anger under the real feeling of suffocation and impending death.

Boom, boom, boom, boom. The hammer of the Tribunal had never struck at such a fast frequency.

The ignorant judge shouted loudly - "Quick! Pull Her Highness Carta and Her Highness Grace apart!"

The force on my neck became stronger and stronger, my throat felt like it was being crushed, and a buzzing sound appeared in my ears.

Death is approaching.

Even though her throat could no longer utter a single syllable, Grace still smiled at Carta and lip-read:

——Come! Brother Huang, kill me!

Madman!! Absolutely madman!

The hand that was pinching his neck was pulled away by the guard knight.

"Get out of the way!" Karta took a half step back, staggered, and roughly shook off the knight who was trying to stop him.

His handsome face was covered with terrifying blue veins, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes could no longer tolerate anything else but the red mixed with anger and fear.

He pointed at his nose and showed the ugliest expression.

"Grace! You are completely possessed by a demon!! You are completely crazy!"

Grace was given the right to breathe fresh air. She pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with bauhinia flowers from her beautiful and clean white dress and wiped the fingerprints left on her neck gracefully.

Then he casually straightened his wrinkled collar.

Whether Nurkic stays or leaves, or who poisoned him, the result is no longer important.

The only news that will spread throughout the Rhine Empire tomorrow is that the Fifth Princess, who was nearly poisoned to death, has become a person blessed by the goddess.

There is only good news, no scandal, for any royal family.

At the same time, it is also an announcement to the father you have never met - the Grace you dislike is now something valuable.

Please protect her now.

"Your Highness Karta, please remain calm."

The guarding knights once again held Karta's body hostage to prevent him from doing anything extreme.

Even Miles came up and asked anxiously like a loyal dog:

"Your Highness Karta, are you okay?"

"let me go."

Karta struggled, his chest heaving rapidly. He picked up the half-broken sword from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and tried desperately to stab himself like a broken steel knife.

"You should arrest Grace. There's a demon living in her body! She's not my royal sister!"

He seemed to be crazy and had lost his mind. He grabbed Miles' collar again and forced him madly.

"Yes, Miles, you arrest her and sentence her first!!"

It's really ugly.

"Brother Emperor..."

Grace threw the handkerchief in front of Carta lightly, lowered her body as if giving alms and said:

"Look around you, who is crazy?"

Karta woke up as if from a dream, and stood up from the ground in a daze.

He saw countless pairs of eyes from his narrow left eye.

Disgust, fear, and disdain were all there for everyone to see, and every look seemed to be focused on the imperfect parts of his body.

Even Miles, whom he bribed, gave him a strange look, and everyone seemed to be saying that he was crazy.

The heart burned by anger felt like someone poured a basin of ice water on it in the coldest days of winter.

Karta calmed down.

Although I have a bad temper, I am not that easily angered, unless I am under some kind of illusion or someone has poisoned me.

Karta's heart suddenly tightened, and some intuition forced him to look down at the stage.

Victoria sat in the chair and smiled, like a swaying, blooming rose, covered with thorns, yet incredibly beautiful.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth - she lip-synced the words.

Then, he casually admired his five fingers that were as slender as peeled onions.

Karta raised his right hand in horror, and the bitten nails seemed to foreshadow something.

It was that bitch Victoria who poisoned herself!!!

So what then...? How would my father...see me?

Karta's heart was filled with an unknown panic. He leaned on the witness stand in a daze and began to think about the consequences.

Karta already seems to have recovered?

Grace noticed the change in her brother. Her eyes passed from Carta to the fair judge.

"Your Honor, do you think my previous testimony is still a lie?"

The judge's face was pale, his thick lips could not close for a long time, and his eyes were scattering like a defeated army.

The scariest people are those who don’t care about their lives.

Having worked in the officialdom for a long time, Miles knows this truth well.

Crazy Karta just treated Her Royal Highness like this, yet she was still able to smile...

This is a being more terrifying than the devil!!

Miles looked at Carta, but found that his pupils were dilated and his expression was dazed. Having lost her guide, she stammered,

"You... probably didn't lie."

"Ah."

The girl's clear voice was devoid of emotion, as cold as the snow in the valley.

"It seems that Judge Miles is very fair."

This is undoubtedly a farce, and the farce will eventually end.

Grace turned and looked at the audience behind her.

Afro was in the audience, her gaze as scorching as concentrated sunlight, locked on herself.

She gave the holy nun a pure and trustworthy smile like a blooming tulip, and announced softly with her cherry lips slightly parted: