Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

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Grace glanced at Afro, who was standing still, in surprise.

Not wanting to bother with Afro anymore, she leaned back against the bench, folded her arms in silence, and planned to wait until the saint lady recovered before chatting again.

It was not until she heard a mechanical sound in her ears that Grace once again felt that she had traveled to a different world in the game.

[System Recommended Task: Afro's current favorability is suitable for unlocking the maid training branch quest. Please complete the collection of maid outfits and other CGs within one week. Branch unlock reward: Patrol positioning.]

[Afro is currently in an impatient mood, please surrender as soon as possible. ]

Grace doesn't like to use cheats when playing games. She wants to accomplish everything with her own strength as soon as possible.

Of course, she is not actually averse to the current task.

Grace secretly glanced at Miss Afro, who lowered her head as if she was about to drop her pearls...

The girl's profile is very beautiful, with a special charm between maturity and youth. The blood-red sunset is the background color, and her long curly blonde hair is draped over her gray and white winter skirt, which makes her look more broken despite her low mood.

I actually really want to see Afro in a maid outfit.

So, Grace, who reached a consensus with the system for the first time, boldly bumped a certain girl with her knee.

She made up a random excuse and ordered coldly, "Afro, you just ignored me, wear a maid outfit for me."

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Sorry, I went to the movies with my girlfriend today.

I will update more tomorrow to apologize to everyone. I'm sorry for being late~

63. You are expecting me to do something extreme

"Um……?"

The light touch of his legs ended his meditation, and the light in Afro's eyes gradually gathered, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

This kind of pet-like intimacy does not make people feel disgusted.

"What did you say?"

Afro frowned and turned to ask.

"I said - you just ignored me, be my maid for a few days."

Grace folded her arms, her eyes drooping but still with a cold warmth, but Afro could read an inexplicable sense of awkwardness in her.

Weird talk again! Who wants to put her in a maid outfit?

Afro's attention was once again drawn to the lively Princess, and her original sense of loss and depression melted away in the wind in just a second.

She looked into the girl's eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course I know that, but is being a maid a difficult requirement for you?"

Grace nodded slightly, taking it for granted that everything should go according to her will.

To be honest, Grace didn't seem like someone who would make such a request.

Miss Grace's weakness is close contact.

What the maid needed to do was far beyond her acceptable threshold.

As if to make her words believable, Grace's eyes were as sharp as ice, and she said arrogantly:

"And I can be considered your brother's savior, right?"

You clearly said yesterday that you didn't want any form of thanks from me.

Afro, who had a sincere heart, had long seen through someone's hypocritical "evil words". She slightly leaned towards Grace, carefully observing the cold face of the princess, and asked curiously:

"Savior...? Your Highness Grace, is this a strange curse like last time?"

Afro also discovered a secret, that is, Grace could not accept other people's sincere eyes that sparkled with human kindness.

Therefore, Grace frowned her beautiful eyebrows, quietly shifted her gaze to the low bushes next to her, and rejected it outright.

"No. There was never a curse."

“I am the kind of person who will do strange things to others because of my own will.

And I have treated you like this, and you still say such things, Afuluo, your attitude is really weird..."

Grace said this while looking at him with an admiring look.

Come on, who is the weird one?

Isn't it Grace who likes to say weird things and do weird things all day long? How can she have the nerve to say such things?

Afro once again fell into Grace's rhythm. She pointed at herself and asked incredulously,

"What's wrong with me?"

Grace glanced at Afro and said with some disdain:

"I told you yesterday that I was going to move in with Queen Victoria. Why were you waiting for me in front of my palace?"

"If I hadn't wanted to come back to get something, wouldn't you have to wait here until dark? Don't you know that?"

"I know." - Grace was surprised by Afro's frankness.

"If you hadn't come, I would have just stayed here and read a few books."

She snatched the "Goddess Chronicle" from Grace's legs.

The setting sun dyed the girl's tender cheeks with a dazzling golden glow, like the halo of a god's coronation, with an indescribable divinity in her sincerity.

How can someone be so clean and simple?

Grace lowered her head, and the twilight and the waning moon mixed together to cast the shadows of the two people on the cobblestone path.

The shadows stand side by side, like two little hearts put together.

Grace quickly shrank to the side. She couldn't help but ask, "So what were you thinking just now...you don't want me to be your sister-in-law?"

Actually, I didn't want to ask, but the atmosphere was right and I felt I should say this.

Afro's thoughts were exposed at once. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she said in a panic, stammering,

“Not really, I just…think…that we nuns don’t need to get married.

I was thinking about things, wondering if you like my brother? Is my brother suitable for you? Do women have to get married? "

Gray answered Afro's question without hesitation.

"I don't like it, it's not suitable, and I don't need it."

Grace looked up at the sky, which was a mixture of deep blue and orange. A few scattered points of light began to shine, and the atmosphere was just the right amount of quiet.

"Women have the right to pursue their ideals. For me, if it is something imposed by fate, I will fight back if I can, and if I can't, I will swallow it first and then return it in detail."

"My life right now is not enough for me to feel the pain."

Grace's voice was light and calm, as if she was narrating a fairy tale.

Afro seemed very satisfied with Grace's words. She cast an expectant look at the girl, like a child eagerly looking for the correct answer, and asked,

"My brother won't like you, so... you won't marry my brother, right?"

"It's not up to me to decide. Whether the stars shine depends on the rising and setting of the sun."

Grace stood up from the bench, patted her palace skirt, and changed the subject.

"Now, I just want to see your maid outfit, Miss Aphrodite."

This overly strange statement completely dissipated the gentle atmosphere that had just accumulated.

"Ok?"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

There was even a big question mark above Afro's head. She was once again shocked by Miss Grace's turn.

"Your Highness Grace..."

"Shhh."

Grace put her slender index finger against her cherry lips and said, "If you say no, I will become your sister-in-law anyway and torture your beloved brother every day."

"So you have no right to refuse."

"...?"

To be honest, Afro doesn't really care whether she wears a maid outfit or not.

She does not have the keen sense of class and status like other nobles.

To her, being a maid is just a simple job after all. Under the blessing of the Bathing Goddess, everyone is equal as long as they are kind.

But Your Highness Grace - please! The reason I don't agree to your request is to protect you!

Her attitude is really unacceptable. How could such a person become my sister-in-law?

Afro couldn't help but frown.

But the heels of her shoes made a rapid thumping sound on the road, and Grace had already walked a long way away.

The girl's back was thin, and she kept moving forward without stopping. Her tone was also full of inhuman commands, "Hurry up and catch up!"

Finally, Afro told her father Keang that she planned to stay in the palace for the day, saying that Her Royal Highness Princess Grace wanted to talk to her late at night.

At the same time, he asked his father to explain the matter to the strict mother at home.

Of course, given Argerich's current relationship with Grace, Cohen had almost no intention of stopping her and readily agreed.

……

The moon outside the window is quietly hiding ambiguously in the clouds. Tonight is bound to be an unforgettable night.

Grace sat in front of a candlelit desk, on which was placed a book called "Rhine Natural History", which was the book she had used to pass the time while waiting for Afro.

Aphrodite is more suitable for maid outfit than expected.

A white Katyusha is worn on top of her smooth blonde hair, and the black and white maid outfit has a waist-hugging design, highlighting Aphrodite's slender waist and well-developed female curves.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Afro said this, hugging her chest somewhat embarrassedly, her head lowered, her clear eyes slightly evasive.

This charm between maturity and youth, as well as a slight sense of shyness, makes people unable to stop.

Full marks! She was born to be a maid.

Gray praised her generously. "Aphrodite, the maid outfit seems to suit you very well."

"How long do you plan to play the master-servant game today? I'm very busy and I have a mission at the church tomorrow."

Although Afro cooperated in the master-servant game, she still felt somewhat reluctant.

The more she resisted, the more I wanted her to surrender.

Maybe it was the evil psychology of human beings at work again, or maybe the relationship between Afro and Grace had changed without them realizing it.

Grace couldn't help but have some ideas of playing a prank.

The water in the glass has become a little cold, and drinking it in winter will inevitably be contaminated by the cold.

"Afro, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't we agree to stay for a week?"

Grace rubbed her index finger over the glassware, her eyes focused on the nun with interest.

"Can you pour me a glass of water first?"

Afro felt very uncomfortable with Grace's coercive attitude.

Her face was frozen like ice, and she gritted her teeth and retorted word by word.

"Your Highness Grace, I didn't promise a week."

"Yes, you agreed in your heart."

Grace said this shamelessly, her eyebrows curved and she nodded.

It's like a cat proudly wagging its tail, cute yet inexplicably domineering.

"And you have to call me master."