Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

There was no doubt that simple bloodletting would no longer be able to cure Denise.

"Can't you just take me to the casino? A witch this powerful can't even handle a deck of cards, right?"

Nora tried to trick Witch Lucia by provoking her.

The witch sneered, but she was not fooled because of her upright character.

"You went to the casino as a young girl and won so much money. Have you ever thought about how you would get back? If your stepmother knew about it, would you be able to come out again?"

This was a consequence that Nora had never considered.

She didn't know how to respond to Lucia for a moment. After all, she had never been good at socializing since she was a child.

Although I have a lot of mental activities, I am actually a bit shy when it comes to communicating with others.

"Ugh……"

Lucia let out a long sigh, her tone slowed down, and she tried to compromise with Nora.

"The rosemary potion I taught you the day before yesterday is pretty good, right? Such a tall and strong knight fell down after smelling it for just three minutes."

"How about this...you go and hook up with that Grace, and I'll help you make money, and I'll also teach you more magic circles and magic potions, how about that?"

Although this half-baked witch is talkative, irritable, and grumpy, like a weird old naughty child, she does have real talent and knowledge.

In a few days, he taught Nora a lot of basic theories of magic circles and the tricks of magic perception - of course, he used the attitude of a good student looking at a poor student, and taught her because he couldn't bear it anymore.

Nora shook her head and looked back at the Rhodes Orphanage.

The iron gate of the welfare home was slightly rusted, and the pointed-roof building was patched up and looked a bit dilapidated.

Does Grace like to go to such places? Is she a kind person?

Noila shook her head. “It’s no use saying this. The Emperor Grace you like is gone.”

"Stupid, follow her! Make her fall in love with you!"

The witch Lucia taught with a look of disappointment.

Nora could even imagine her slapping the blackboard, wishing she could teach by example.

It's a pity that this is like talking to a cow, because I will never meet Miss Grace again. She and I are from two different worlds.

Nora Francis was just the product of a playboy's whim.

An illegitimate daughter, not one who can be seen in public.

The witch was still chattering and teaching her earnestly, but Nora silently blocked out Lucia.

She walked through the civilian streets and stopped by a well-reputed clinic to inquire about the price of treatment.

But even the simplest office consultation required two gold coins, and subsequent potions required countless exorbitant prices.

Nora carried the plum cake back to her wet nurse Denise's residence.

In the cold deep winter, the wooden house is old and the years have left traces of rust on the brown wood.

Even though he saved as much of his pocket money as possible to help Denise with the household expenses, the low house was still cold.

Denise was reluctant to spend money—she never lit the fireplace.

Nora was a little angry. She kept the money she gave to Denise, as if she would be punished by God after spending it.

The shabby wooden door was tightly closed, and one could enter with just a gentle push.

Nora stood outside the door, and in the howling winter wind, she clearly heard a sharp sound of vomiting and gasping.

"Ugh...ha...ha."

The people in the room seemed to be suffering great torture.

Denise!

Nora's pupils suddenly dilated, and she didn't even bother to knock on the door. For the first time, she pushed the door open anxiously and worriedly.

"Denise!!"

The thin middle-aged woman was hunched over, leaning against the wall. Time had left ruthless marks on her face, and a little scarlet liquid was stained on her lips on her bloodless face.

The wooden basin was also a blindingly bright red.

is blood!

Nora's heart seemed to sink into the abyss of eternal night. The cold wind blew across her chest endlessly, chilling her completely.

Denise quickly wiped her mouth with a piece of rough cloth. She kicked the basin under the old wooden bed in panic and came over to ask eagerly as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Nora, why are you here?"

"Denise..."

Nora's voice was still emotionless and cold. She lowered her head, clenched her fists, and her nails dug into her palms, leaving shallow crescent marks.

"If you were sick... it would be much more difficult than for me to freeze in Francis's house. I hope you are healthy."

"It's okay. I'm in good health."

Denise waved her dry and rough hands, but she couldn't help the itchy feeling in her throat and let out a heart-wrenching cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because she was about to cough out the fishy and sweet blood, she stopped waving her hand halfway and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Nora's face was gloomy. She put the plum cake on the wooden table without saying anything, and then silently lit the fireplace.

"Ms. Nora...I'm sorry, I'm really fine."

Denise placed her palms on Nora's body and tried to talk to her, but the girl just remained expressionless and angry.

But Denise knew that the burning flame was the girl's burning heart.

Nora lit the fire, put the wood in, and fanned the fire, all in one go. She did it all smoothly.

"You have a good rest, I'll go back first."

Even though the girl's face didn't show much expression, it was enough to make people feel the weight of her accumulated emotions.

“Nora…”

Denise wanted to reach out and try to keep her, but the girl's departing figure was like an unstoppable sea breeze, which would be swallowed up by the huge waves of the world if it slowed down.

The girl now had only one belief - to make the most money in the shortest time.

……

Manas Church Street is the most prosperous place in the civilian neighborhood.

Here there are not only maritime trading companies that recruit sailors, post stations that deliver mail, and crowded labor training schools for maids, but there is even a casino of considerable size.

However, compared to the elegant and gorgeous Noble Street with exquisite decorations, which were places for the nobles to have fun, this place was more chaotic.

The smoke-filled, noisy and stuffy air inside almost immediately blocked Nora's idea of ​​going in.

Nora stood in front of a hotel with a clean but somewhat fancy counter, and couldn't help but lower her brows slightly.

There were some fancy heart shapes painted on the door of the hotel with a colorful brush, as if it was a special offer for lovers.

Nora moved aside in disgust.

"You say you want to go to the casino to gamble, but you don't even dare to go through the door?" - The witch of disaster is here to fan the flames again, speaking in a sarcastic manner.

"Only casinos for civilians don't check identity... The air here is too stuffy..."

"If it were me, I would have robbed the place clean, or taken the doctor to treat Denise..."

For the first time, Nora was a little impatient. She responded coldly to Lucia in her mind, "Then I'll give my body to you, okay?"

Lucia whistled excitedly, "That sounds good."

Nora stepped on the stones on the ground, the corners of her mouth drooped naturally as always, and her eyes were cold. She now almost became the darkest presence in this bustling city.

"Why am I not allowed to sell the magic potion you taught me?"

"If it enters the market, your life will be difficult. A large number of weird old men from the magic guild will keep pestering you, and you can't get rid of them no matter what."

Lucia seemed to have a deep understanding of this, and her tone was full of disgust.

"Even if you live deep in the mountains, they will attack you at your doorstep every day. Do you want to live like this?"

But so what?

Nora kicked the stone far away and said, "As long as we can save Denise, it doesn't matter."

Witch Lucia warned loudly, "But they will kill you and your adoptive mother! Just because you possess a forbidden magic formula!"

"understood."

Nora was in a bad mood.

The gears of fate began to turn at this moment, and the stones kicked by the toes cut through the cold air in a parabolic shape.

Nora watched the stone wander freely, watching it bounce and fly across the busy crowd.

Finally, the small stone stopped in front of an exquisite and smooth light yellow aristocratic long skirt made of silk satin.

Judging from the material of the dress, this lady's identity is already extraordinary.

Few people in the civilian areas wear such expensive and exquisite clothes.

Nora couldn't help but look up along the beautiful and exquisite dress out of curiosity.

A ribbon wrapped around her slender waist, and a beige cloak covered her graceful figure. Then what came into view was the black hair, red eyes, and that familiar, delicate face that looked like a doll.

It's Grace!

And that girl happened to be walking through the vast crowd at this moment, looking into his eyes.

"What did I say!!! You and she are destined to be together!!"

The witch Lucia's voice rose, almost screaming in surprise.

"Go ahead! Take her down hard!!"

"If that doesn't work, I'll teach you how to capture a woman's heart!!"

Too noisy!

Nora couldn't help rubbing her head again. She couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question for the first time:

"Mrs. Lucia, have you ever really been in love?"

"..."

The witch in my mind fell silent for a moment.

Nora suddenly thought of the image of a resentful woman who, after suffering a blow in life, would silently smoke a cigarette in the corner and lament the sufferings of life.

Then there was an even louder rebuke.

"Nora! What are you talking about? Of course there are! There are countless men and women who have fallen at the feet of the Witch of Disaster! From the capital of the Ryan Empire all the way to Cardan!"

fake.

Nora made this judgment almost immediately.

However, there seemed to be new developments on Grace's side.

"My dear lady, are there really no maids here that you are satisfied with? Are you really not going to go into the store and take another look?"

Next to the girl, a middle-aged, pot-bellied man in thick leather rubbed his hands eagerly and cautiously probed Grace.

"Their prices are very cheap, and they have signed a contract to sell themselves. Once you buy them, you can do whatever you want with them."

"After our training, the maids are very well-behaved and obedient, and can meet almost all of your needs."

Even through the noisy crowd, Nora could clearly hear what the two were talking about.

Grace retracted her gaze and rejected him coldly.

"There is no maid here that I want. They can't meet my special requirements at all."

Lucia whistled excitedly. If she had a physical body, Nora could even imagine the excited expression of the witch as she shook her shoulders and tried to dissuade her.

"Did you hear that? She needs a maid! She was looking at you just now. Did you hear that? Hurry up and go up! Say you can!"

"She wants a maid. If you're interested, go ahead."

"It's not impossible, just give me the initiative of your body."