Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Your Highness, I don't understand why it's me, why it's my brother, and...what's your purpose?"

"I am just an ordinary nun, and Argerich is nothing special among the nobles. I can't think of any reason for you to do this."

As the countdown was coming to an end, Grace's throat began to burn. When she opened her mouth to speak, it felt like sulfuric acid was poured into her throat.

His body was swaying and he seemed to have difficulty balancing.

"I don't know about your brother's poisoning, but..."

Grace remained calm and held her breath. She pointed at Afro calmly and said, "My target is you."

"I?"

Aphrodite was stunned for a moment, her pretty face petrified into a statue as if she had been hit by Medusa's magic, her cherry lips half open, she was immersed in shock for a long time and couldn't close her mouth.

Afro thought of many reasons, such as humiliating the Holy See, or using herself as a tool, or even using herself to threaten her brother to break off the engagement.

But I didn't expect this kind of result.

She began to avoid the girl's burning gaze.

This was not out of shyness due to the confession, but out of being overwhelmed by the unexpected result.

——Princess Grace is actually a pervert who likes girls!!

"It's to get you. I admire your beauty, your wisdom, your calmness, and everything about you."

Grace spoke with difficulty, the surging darkness filled her vision due to the loss of vitality, and her limp body staggered and fell forward.

In order to prevent her frail body from knocking over something, she pressed her hands against the wall to support herself.

Thus, the candidate saint Aphrodite was held under Grace's arms in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Their eyes met. Grace looked at Afro in a trance and said breathlessly:

"So I want to keep it as a treasure that only I can see."

4. Wear a collar

Why did it become like this?

Aphrodite even wanted to put her hands together and pray devoutly to the goddess for atonement.

Grace was barely ten centimeters away from him.

If it weren't for the thick winter monastic robes, Afro would have felt that Grace's soft feminine chest would be pressed against her.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was a few inches shorter than her, so Afro could only hold her head high and put her hands against the wall to prevent Her Royal Highness the Princess from kissing her.

The scent of teak and jasmine lingered, almost filling my breath.

What was even more unbearable was that Her Highness Grace's delicate and beautiful face enlarged before his eyes, making him dizzy.

Perhaps because Her Royal Highness the Princess was breathing slightly, her originally tough and majestic eyes became blurred, revealing a vague sense of fragility like fragile glass.

Afro even had a premonition that she, who was originally cold, would melt and disappear under the sunlight in the next second.

Faced with a stranger's confession against the wall, if it was a man, Afro would definitely ask the patrol knight to throw him out without hesitation and then put him in jail to reflect on his actions.

If faced with a woman's confession...

Although in the church, it is common for nuns to become lovers.

But... the other party is the high and mighty Princess - and she will marry my brother in the future!

She likes her words...

Afro was like a warship drifting on the sea, and Grace pierced through the deck in one blow.

The chaotic thoughts are like a stream of water that keeps overflowing, as if it will completely drown a person.

What does your Highness mean by this? Isn't this harassing me?

Is there something wrong with her brain?

And do you have a special fetish like collars?

Nausea.

The nun's face wrinkled in disgust.

But these moments of hesitation were like a torture to Grace.

Every second that passed made Grace feel more uncomfortable, and her body felt like it was being torn apart.

Grace's head shook as if she had lost strength, and she gasped unconsciously because of the pain. She almost spoke out her reminder with a trembling voice,

“Ha…ha…you…put it on…ha…”

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After five seconds of out-of-body experience, Afro finally regained consciousness.

She frowned, put her hands on Grace's shoulders, trying to break free from the cage she had built with her arms, and warned with gritted teeth,

"Your Highness, thank you for your kindness, but I think we should keep a proper distance between us. After all, you will be my future sister-in-law. If you have any special hobbies..."

Grace's red pupils began to blur as if she was near death, and her eyelids drooped down so heavily that it seemed that she would never be able to see the light again.

Afro barely exerted any strength, but Grace fell backwards like a stiff board, swallowing up the words.

Afro's pupils suddenly contracted. Oh no! The princess was about to fall.

"and many more!"

There was no time to think about why Grace was so vulnerable. Out of her kind nature, Afro reached out and grabbed the girl's cold hand, then pulled up her falling body.

Like a rondo at a banquet, Grace's soft body followed the inertia of being pulled and fell straight into someone's shoulders.

Aphrodite hugged the rude princess, cheek to cheek.

The girl's body was softer and lighter than expected.

Cold was Afulo’s first feeling. Was it because of the mink coat she had given the old man before?

wrong.

Afro suddenly realized something and once again used his magic power to explore Grace's vitality.

how so!

Afro's face suddenly turned pale.

The person who was alive and kicking just now and said he wanted to put a collar on himself is now on the verge of death and in a coma!

Afro hugged Grace's slender waist and leaned her body against him, only to find that the girl was too thin.

Is it poisoned?

Afro anxiously used his magic to explore Grace's body.

The results of the investigation showed that everything was normal in the body and there was no poisoning.

However, the princess's vitality is fading at the speed of light, and in a while she will basically turn into a cold corpse.

How to do?How to do?

Afro was extremely anxious and kept using healing magic to restore Grace's vitality.

But this was just a last-ditch effort and could not completely prevent Grace's death.

Is Her Royal Highness the Princess going to die here?

Afro's pupils lost focus, and the muscles all over her body began to tense and tremble. Cold sweat broke out on her back, and her stomach was so tense that it ached.

If Her Royal Highness dies in the confessional... the consequences will be disastrous. Not only will Argerich suffer, but even St. Varese's Church will probably not escape the disaster.

There are only sixty seconds left. Her Royal Highness the Princess can only hold on for sixty seconds at most.

How can we save Her Royal Highness the Princess?

Afro didn't care whether he liked it or not, his brain was working at high speed, and all the intelligence and talent in his life was used at this moment.

"item……"

Even though the Grim Reaper's scythe would fall in the next second and take the princess' life, she still used all her strength to say these words.

Why should one care about collars at a time like this?

Afro lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the soft collar in her hand.

What is it that can make a person remember for a long time when he is on the verge of death?

Afro had seen people drowning before. When they were in life-and-death danger, the only thing left was the instinct to survive.

This instinct will cause people to frantically grab everything to survive, and the result is often that the people trying to rescue the people are also pulled under the water.

Could it be that... Afro has an idea that makes him feel crazy.

The way to keep Her Highness alive is to put on the collar yourself.

Connect all the clues from beginning to end.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was willing to give her own warm clothing to an old man she had never met before, so she must not be a wicked person.

In addition, her eyes are very clear, which almost eliminates the suspicion of her being a hypocrite.

If she was kind by nature, why would she allow herself to wear a collar?

Was someone forcing you?

Afro's pupils dilated in shock, and she almost instantly thought of a possibility: whether Her Royal Highness the Princess was under some kind of compulsory curse.

But...if I put on the collar, I would have to betray my beliefs and swear allegiance to her.

A wavering balance appeared in Afro's heart, with the life of Her Royal Highness the Princess on the left and faith on the right.

This was a death trap that Grace had set for Afro.

If Afro was someone who feared power, he would put on the collar when he recognized Her Royal Highness the Princess.

If Afro was a person who knew how to protect herself and valued friendship and loyalty, she would also wear the collar when she agreed to rescue her brother.

If Aphrodite was an upright and kind person, she would also wear the collar to prevent the demise of a life.

But no matter what angle you look at when choosing Afro, the final result is only one - that is to wear a collar.

Not surprisingly, the balance finally tipped to the other side.

Afro placed Grace on the chair in the confessional, then tremblingly untied the knot of the collar in her hand.

"Goddess, please forgive my mistakes. I have believed in you for 4275 days and I have never forgotten my original intention... I will continue to be kind and I will remain loyal to you..."

The nun's voice was soft and tragic, as solemn as a funeral.

With a click, the knot closed, and the slender collar bound the swan-like neck.

The black and red color of the leather shows the wildest desire in the extremely abstinent skin.

Afro wore the collar of his master loyally, like a pet being kept.

5. The significance of faith

Many years ago, Argerich was just a poor family living in a small town in the southwest of the empire.

Afro remembered it very clearly. The town was called Rubal, a remote town in the province of Nord.

At that time, I lived in an old, gloomy, spire-like house in the town that looked like a witch's house.

Outside the house is a garden of thorny roses, which bloom in May like blood-colored roses.

It looks pretty weird from the outside.

Argerich's ancestors were once lords of the Principality of Nord and had exploited the people there severely, so most people have a natural aversion to Argerich.

The aristocratic status, the heavy feeling left by time on the building, and the opaque shade here are like a natural barrier, isolating Aphrodite from her peers.

There are very few children in town who are willing to be friends with me.

Apart from his brother Nuerki and the maid Miss Meilin, Afro has almost no friends with whom he can talk.

Afro had a very lonely childhood.

But there are always exceptions.