Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro has gone downstairs.

And at this moment, Grace decided to do something.

During the best twenty years of Grace's life, she was subjected to aristocratic etiquette as the daughter of a chaebol.

Piano, violin, painting, these are the things that filled her childhood.

Oh, and there are countless difficult and obscure books.

But she didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she enjoyed the process of enriching herself.

She played the piano very well and had even taken part in youth competitions, so it was not a problem for her to find someone to play a piece of music for.

The window was open, the moonlight was clear, and stars of all sizes were scattered like chess pieces.

She slowly sat down in front of the piano with clear black and white.

……

Afro was a little angry.

I should have known earlier that this was a case of me giving up on her. I thought she really needed company.

As a result, the whole process was like choking myself back like frost.

She is a completely arrogant and cold woman! Why should I care about her so much!

If it weren't for my brother's sake...

Wait, wait, the hurried footsteps coming down the stairs echoed in the stairwell. Afro couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the sympathy he had for Grace just now seemed to disappear.

She stormed out of the palace gate, feeling ridiculous for her absurd idea.

In the cold and quiet snowy night, a faint piano sound came from somewhere.

It floated out from the open window on the second floor. The music was gentle and romantic. The piano, which had been conditioned by the years, had an indescribable sense of lightness, as if it was a holy sound coming from heaven.

How to describe this feeling?

It was quiet all around. The pure snow and the freezing night extinguished all life. The warm candlelight was blocked by the tightly closed and misty windows.

Therefore, in the vast world, the only thing you can see is the starry sky at night, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of the piano from the window.

The original complaints seemed like the breath exhaled from the nose, disappearing into the darkness at the moment.

Afro suddenly became calm. She stood there quietly, looking up at the half-open window and the lonely moon in the sky.

A human voice joined the piano playing.

"City of stars, will you shine only for me..."

The girl sang softly in her icy voice, without a trace of emotion, yet her voice was more fiery than any emotion.

At the same time, countless terrifying flames danced in the night sky like sparks.

It was the Holy Flame Technique from before.

Grace had previously used the Holy Flame Technique to transform into fireworks to anger the Second Prince.

At this moment, they were not showing their aggressiveness in the air, but rather, they were performing a magnificent show with the sky and earth as the curtain.

Bang! A ball of fire exploded gorgeously like fireworks.

With this as a signal, countless fireworks then bloomed brilliantly accompanied by a gentle voice.

Afterwards, the world began to gradually become restless. Tightly closed windows of thousands of houses opened, and countless servants poked their heads out, chattering in amazement and admiring this rare grand sight.

The cold winter begins to become warm.

Aphrodite had seen miracles and the beauty of the world, but she had never imagined that someone would wantonly use sacred magic to create a magnificent and dazzling celebration of fireworks just to please themselves.

Grace...

She was crazy, she was cold, she was the most unscrupulous blasphemer in this solemn court.

But her attempts to hide everything only made it more obvious, and she became a devout believer of romance only at this moment.

Grace's music ended and disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the world, but the magnificent performance in the brilliant starry night did not stop.

The graceful figure of the girl appeared at the window. She looked up at the dome, and colorful light and shadows flickered on her pale face.

Countless meteors flew backwards and disappeared in a flash of brilliance.

Afro could no longer pay attention to the fireworks that would disappear in a moment.

Because I feel that some people are more fragile than things like that.

Bang, the last of the thousands of fireworks stopped.

Romance has an end.

Her Highness Grace, who was pale and breathing slightly, finally fixed her gaze on herself.

She said nothing, her red pupils were exceptionally clear in the deep blue night, like a deep whirlpool that could make one's soul sink.

She didn't need to say anything, Afro knew it.

She was saying, "Happy birthday, Miss Aphrodite."

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54.Will you be sad if I die?

All words are clear in the eye contact.

Grace was still as cold as snow.

But Afro suddenly felt a little better. Perhaps it was the music she had never heard before that intoxicated her body and mind, or perhaps it was the nameless emotion of so many people watching the fireworks with her.

In short, without further ado, she responded with a smile and then set off on her journey home.

……

"Hahaha……"

The carriage disappeared at the end of the snowy night. Grace gasped for breath, and her tense dignity finally relaxed.

The feeling of having my magic power drained away made my body feel a little floating, and I had to hold on to the window to prevent myself from falling.

Magic like Advanced Holy Flame Magic is too damaging to the body.

Grace doesn't plan to use it next time unless it's necessary.

It is best to solve the problem on your own rather than relying on the system for help.

There is nothing in this world worth relying on except your own hands and the knowledge in your mind.

Grace took a long time to calm down, until her weak body no longer felt dizzy, and then she stood up again.

Time to look at that diary...

She was still obsessed with her diary, and before she could even reach the bookshelf, she was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

Knock knock knock, and then, a soft and gentle female voice came from outside the door.

"Your Highness Grace, I'm Sarah, your personal maid. Victoria asked me to pack your luggage for you tonight. Can I come in now?"

By the way, I have to stay with Victoria at night.

Maybe it's time to let down my guard against Victoria?

Even if you only read a little bit of the original diary of Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess, it is enough to see that the Fifth Princess trusts Victoria very much.

From all aspects of her behavior, she was a little strange and had an inexplicable possessiveness, but there was nothing wrong with her.

She even gave herself a cat? In short, this is not the behavior of a normal sister.

"come in."

Grace let Sarah come in first, then she bent down in front of the bookshelf and pulled out the diary without hesitation.

Maids like these who take care of personal belongings and clean the room should all know about the existence of the diary.

It is better to watch openly than to hide.

But when Grace turned to the first page, the silent maid finally couldn't help but speak.

"Your Highness Grace, you have been very quiet recently..."

"Do you think I've changed in some way?"

Grace raised her eyes and glanced at Sarah, her personal maid.

She was busy standing at the desk, sorting the scattered stationery and decorations into different categories one by one in storage boxes.

Sarah answered as she packed up the books Grace had once loved to read.

"Yes, His Highness used to like chatting with me, but he became very cold after recovering. Besides, His Highness usually likes to do some handicrafts, desserts, practice the piano, or go to the orphanage outside the palace to play with the children."

"After you recovered, you seemed to have no interest in these things at all."

Grace's previous impression of being soft and kind was fully reflected in the attitude between the master and servant.

Sarah's attitude is relaxed, which is a good thing.

"I lost some of my memory after being poisoned. It's normal to have some differences, Sarah."

Sarah was not surprised at all, as if she had known the result long ago.

She shifted her gaze over.

The maid had smooth white hair that didn't match the night, a pretty face, and soft blue eyes, which gave her a gentle and gentle temperament.

After carefully looking at Grace for a long time, Sarah slowly came to the conclusion.

"But I think Your Highness Grace, you are still the same as before, just a little quieter than before."

"is it?"

"Yes."

After getting a positive answer, Grace didn't take her words to heart and didn't plan to talk to her again.

I am not born indifferent. I can empathize with others, help strangers who have no interest in you, and show a little love.

But if she wants to have a deeper relationship with others, Grace needs to think seriously about how much sincerity she can put into it.

"Once you're done packing, take me to Victoria's chambers."

Grace stopped talking and turned her gaze back to the diary filled with beautiful handwriting. This was obviously something more important.

“11.13 Rain

Brother Karta is here again. Every time he sees me, he tells me that I was the one who ruined his eye.

He still waved his sword in front of me today and I was scared.

He has become so strange and irritable now, and it's scary. Will he really stab me in the eye with that sword one day...

He looked through many ancient books, but couldn't find the recipe for the magic potion to heal his eyes.

If his eyes get better, will Brother Carta become the same as before?"

“11.29 cloudy

Today is the goddess' birthday, and I made strawberry cakes for all the children in the orphanage.

Jimmy said today that he is going to be adopted next month.

I should have been happy for him, but for some reason I felt a little reluctant.

These little kids can't stay in the orphanage forever.

Their lives should not be confined to a small yard for the rest of their lives.

I wish I could be free too.

12.24 Snow

It snowed today and the weather was very cold.

Carol actually wrote my name on the snow with a branch today.