Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Yes."

Grace looked at Afro, who was full of expectation and obedience, and she barely managed to rescue her brother in a crazy and absurd way.

Someone as kind and shining as a diamond as her will definitely be grateful to me.

Everyone admires the strong, and this feeling can easily turn into an inexplicable restlessness for an inexplicable girl, and turn into so-called love in the confused exploration.

If given another chance, it would be easy to conquer Afro, but Grace didn't want to.

First, it is not in line with my habit to accept kindness with peace of mind, and second, wouldn’t that be the same as that woman?

She found me when I was at my lowest point, and after showing me a little insignificant kindness, I made her my whole world.

Grace remained silent, glanced at Afro, and wanted to refuse.

Afro's penetrating eyes seemed to see through someone's mind. She took a step forward, completely breaking the intimate distance.

With their eyes less than thirty centimeters apart, and with a faint scent, she raised her slender, bony hand and suddenly invaded Grace's neck.

A faint blue wave of magic flashed in the dark night. Afro placed his index finger on the still red neck and gently used healing magic on the red marks on the girl's neck.

The thumb presses against the ring of reason and rubs it gently, which is ambiguous and dangerous.

Grace looked at the blonde girl in front of her. Was she threatening her? Or was she trying to please her?

At this moment, Grace only felt an inexplicable impulse.

Someone hooked the tip of the crescent moon and tried to pull the waning moon in the sky down to the mortal world.

Afro lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Your Highness Grace, can you please not reject me?"

For the first time, I couldn't guess what Afro Argerich was thinking, and things seemed to be getting interesting.

So, Grace nodded and responded with a brilliant smile, "Okay, then come back to the palace with me."

53. Happy Birthday, Afro (4k)

Afro grew up in a very happy environment.

My brother and father doted on me very much. No matter what bad things I did when I was a child, my brother would come out to protect me.

When I was in middle school, I went to a girls’ school and had my first argument with someone. When I told my brother about it at the dinner table, he slammed the table in anger and said he would beat the guy to a pulp.

Whenever my father came home from get off work, no matter how busy he was, he would always bring some delicious desserts and strange things.

My mother was the strict one. If I played too much or neglected aristocratic etiquette when I was a child, she would hit my palms with a ruler without mercy.

But at night my mother would sneak into the room to soothe the pain with hugs and love.

Therefore, Afro can deeply empathize with Grace.

So dazzling, like a blazing dusk that is about to fall and burn dry. It must be very uncomfortable for a crazy, desperate but rational person to be strangled by his mad brother or closest relative.

I was shocked by her madness and also felt sad for what she had gone through.

It’s just like the magic class in school. It’s annoying, I can’t understand it, but I’m deeply fascinated by it.

Grace left in an absurd finale. Afro watched her standing at the gate of the court, blending in with the white snow behind her.

Of course, she did all this just out of gratitude for saving her brother.

Good and evil are often separated in doctrine. Grace doesn't believe in God at all and has done so many things that blaspheme the goddess, so she still needs to be punished and repent.

Afro stared at the lonely figure with mixed feelings.

But now, maybe... she needs someone to accompany her.

……

The emerald green gem earring was indeed lost in Grace's bedroom, and it was not Aphrodite's deliberate act.

It was really lost in the bedroom. In order to get it back, Afulo brainwashed herself over and over again.

In the smoothly moving carriage, Grace leaned against the window, quietly admiring the snow passing by through the foggy glass.

After experiencing the madness, she became calmer than ever before.

It was as if nothing in the world could hold enough significance in her life.

"Grace."

Afro couldn't help but whisper her name.

"what?"

Grace turned her gaze away from the window and tilted her head to focus the clear and clean red eyes on herself.

Afro sat up straight and said seriously:

"I will come to see you tomorrow, and I will come to supervise your treatment."

"My brother's alchemy room has many magical potions that can cure the death energy in you. You can drink them first when the time comes."

Grace sighed, shook her head and said deliberately distantly:

"No, you should rest for a few days. Your brother needs the company of his family these days. And you don't know any medical skills, so there's no need to do this."

Afro's expression changed slightly, her eyebrows drooped, and she said persistently,

"I told you that I saved your life, so I will come to the palace every day."

Grace looked at Afro carefully with a surprised look. She hesitated and said politely:

"But I will move to my sister Victoria's bedroom tomorrow."

Victoria.

Afro frowned when he heard the name.

Her Royal Highness the Third Princess treated her very badly, and the reason was precisely because of Grace.

The relationship between these two people seems to be something that people want to study in depth.

But this has nothing to do with me. I just want to stick to the doctrine of loving life.

Therefore, Afro's inner path was extremely firm and pious. She said without flinching like a child,

"Then what does my supervision of your treatment have to do with you? Your sins have not been eliminated. I will bring the "Goddess Chronicle" here, and I will recite it beside you every day to purify the filth in your heart. You should repent for your sins for a long time."

In order to convince herself, Afro nodded in agreement, and then continued to talk to herself.

"Well... and that Prince Karta. His mind has been taken over by the rage of the Seven Deadly Sins. He will surely meet the end of an evildoer."

Grace was a little surprised. Afro really cared about her more than she thought.

To be honest, what she said has nothing to do with faith anymore. She is just looking for a lame excuse to get along with him.

Of course, it’s not annoying, it’s just not as fun as the highest difficulty.

The slightly sharper side shown before was actually what Grace expected.

"That depends on what my sister Victoria thinks. If she doesn't let you in, there's nothing I can do."

Grace raised her eyebrows, leaned against the window, covered the corners of her lips with her palms, and began to look at the blurry snow scene outside the window again.

The winter night seemed to be getting a little warmer under the glassy moonlight.

……

"Here we are. Go find it. Where did you put it? Or when was the last time you saw the gemstone earrings? Think about it."

Grace didn't know why she opened the window on a winter night. She looked up at the bright waning moon, her hips half leaning on the windowsill, her black hair fluttering gently, and the cold wind blew across her snow-like face.

In the midst of cruelty, it is quiet and beautiful.

Grace didn't ask her maid to look for her because she said she hated having anyone approach her private area.

"Well... the last time was by the bed."

Afro walked around the edge of the princess bed. The goose down-filled bed had already been neatly made by the maids.

If it could be found, it would have been discovered long ago.

So Afro bent down and searched again at the foot of the bed, and came to the conclusion helplessly - "No."

Grace didn't know when she opened the piano cover. She lowered her head and looked at the black and white keys. She suddenly came back to her senses from her contemplative state and said:

"Then I'll go look for it."

"I remember you seemed to have stayed on the bookshelf for a while..."

Grace walked towards the bookshelf, her eyes following her slender index finger as she scanned the titles of the books.

No, not on this floor either...

Suddenly, the index finger stopped, and Grace found something unusual on the bookshelf close to the ground.

Five books protruded slightly from the others, about half the distance of an index finger, as if something was pressed inside.

If Grace hadn't deliberately compared them, she would not have been able to discover such an abnormality in such a hidden place. She curiously pulled out the five books.

This seems to be a diary, and the cover packaging is ordinary.

But when Grace opened the first page, she knew something was wrong with the diary.

“10.21 Rain

My diary is full, so I’m going to change to a new one. I hope that in the new diary, I can be positive every day.

10.25 sunny

After a year, my father finally summoned me again, and this time he said he wanted to marry me off.

But I said I didn't want to get married, and he told me to get out as soon as possible so that he would feel better.

So I just picked someone who seemed easy to get along with.

But there is also good news. My sister finally wrote back to me. She said she would come back next year and would bring me many interesting books.

Sister, it would be great if you could reply to my letters more often.

10.28 Yin

Carol from the orphanage said a few days ago that she found the most beautiful flowers in the world and wanted to give them to me.

I thought about it for several days. What kind of flowers could a little kid like her see in a small orphanage?

When I went there today, I realized that in her world, the most beautiful flower in the world is me.”

Grace also found a crude bookmark in this diary page.

A childish and simple flower was drawn on the bookmark using crude and childish painting skills. In the flower, a few abstract lines were randomly connected, and one could barely make out that there was a girl with black hair and red eyes inside.

So... this is the diary of the fifth princess?

Grace's eyes lit up.

"Grace, found it!"

Afro's surprised voice rang out, and Grace keenly realized that this diary was important.

But now is not the time to read it, she put the diary back in its place, turned around and asked,

"Where did you find it?"

Afro was standing next to the dressing table, smiling brightly, and showing off the gem earrings in her hand to herself. Her eyes were shining, like an innocent child who discovered glass marbles in childhood.

"There is a pair on the dressing table. I guess the maids found them when they were cleaning up, but they thought that such a thing was not enough to alarm Her Highness. So they took the initiative to put them in the jewelry box."

Grace leaned against the bookshelf, taking in Afro's joy with a calm gaze.

"If you find it, it's late today, do you still need to sit here for a while?"

It was almost like an order to leave. Such a cold and distant attitude might be particularly hurtful. Afro's expression was subtle, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Then no, let's stop here for today, Your Highness Grace, I wish you a good night and a sweet dream."

Afro's eyes swept across Grace's cheek, and lingered on the ring of reason around her neck for a long time.

Finally, she left tactfully, her light steps seemed heavy, and as she passed over his shoulder, she became decisive as if she was cherishing time.

Grace turned around and followed the wind, watching her lonely back as she left, her brows unconsciously furrowed.

She seemed to be really looking forward to something, was it a birthday wish?

Grace was silent for a long time, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away and turned into silent white noise.