Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro's counterattack time finally came. She took a step forward to shorten the distance between the two of them, and pulled Grace's arm down by her sleeve.

"As Your Highness said, the maid game is not over yet. I am just doing my duty as a maid."

Then, she went to the tie at her neckline and easily untied the bow, then smiled like a flower at night.

"After all, I see that Your Highness is having a lot of fun, isn't he?"

It was so close that I could not only see the delicate hairs on Aphrodite's pretty cheeks, but also smell the faint fragrance from her hair.

There is also human warmth, the breath spraying in the eye sockets.

Grace's brows drooped in disgust, she recalled some memories of the past, and couldn't help but push Afro away.

The cold frost and snow on the girl's face froze into ice, keeping people at a distance. "Forget it, let's stop here."

Where is the domineering attitude that played tricks on people before?

People always have a rebellious mentality. Afro quite enjoys this kind of Grace who is a little bit disgusted, but actually she is just not good at handling intimate relationships.

I always feel that beneath that unattainable face at this moment, there is actually a blushing, shy and nervous emotion hidden.

If Grace, who is as white as snow, had an expression like that, she would be very cute.

At this point, Afro's mouth corners were raised, she observed Grace's expression with a straight gaze, and said in a slightly teasing tone:

"Your Highness Grace, when I was a child, if I broke a vase and my mother asked if I did it, I would deny it."

Grace's agate eyes rolled slightly, and her tone was one that only made the distance more obvious.

"so what?"

The more this happened, the more curious Afro became. The girl's face was full of holy righteousness, and she didn't feel that her behavior had crossed the line at all.

"But in the maid game, this is not considered a foul. I just fulfilled my duties as a maid."

"This behavior makes no sense."

Grace took a step back. In the gold-rimmed birdcage-shaped floor-to-ceiling mirror on her left, she saw herself losing ground.

In fact, after putting on the [maid outfit], the system derives many tasks, such as [contact], [scold], [whipping], and [force], which are all game options.

But Grace felt that it was unnecessary and just followed her heart and played a little trick on Afro.

Excessive contact is a bad behavior, and Grace is not ready for enthusiastic contact with others at the moment.

"If you must change clothes, then do it yourself. I'm going back to my room first."

She decided to end the topic and turned around to leave cleanly.

Once again, someone held her shoulder, and Afro used her clean and innocent smile to speak some dark words.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Are you shy? This is the duty of a maid, to do trivial things for the master."

Grace glanced sideways, moving her shoulder away to look into her eyes, "I don't need it."

"I think His Highness seems to have some special hobbies regarding master-servant relationships."

Afro couldn't help but laugh softly.

"When I was at home, the maids would strip me naked and put on my cumbersome skirts one by one, tightening them around my waist with tight wrapping belts."

"This is a very normal thing for a maid to do. It's clearly a master-servant game, so why is it so difficult for you, Your Highness Grace?"

Under the magic light, her delicate eyes sparkled with a special brilliance, appearing sincere and innocent.

He spoke slowly and his movements were gentle and graceful, and everything about him seemed to be some kind of signal filled with unspeakable desire.

"..."

Grace didn't need to explain the reason to her, but it made people curious - where did Afro learn this clever little thing?

"How is it? Your Highness."

Afro seemed to feel that this kind of tug-of-war between people was almost over, and she finally stated her ultimate goal - "If you are afraid, then end this maid-playing game, right?"

"Although, I won't deny any of your requests."

If Her Highness Grace insists on doing this, bullying her a little may not be in keeping with her status as a believer...

But if it’s a goddess, she will definitely understand me.

So, Grace, what would you choose?

"No, go ahead, but I don't need you to change your clothes right now."

Grace had a stern face, and seemed to be still using her last line of defense to protect her principles.

Afro felt that with her thin body, it would be difficult for her to defend against anything.

Of course, for Her Highness Grace, it was just a prank now. There was nothing wrong with tit for tat.

I'm not a perverted lesbian, I just want to see her, who was so crazy and calm, suddenly lose control of the situation and become helpless.

That would be fun.

Afro raised his eyebrows and asked with interest,

"Then I heard that the maid's service also includes helping with bathing and so on. Your Highness Grace, do you really want to continue?"

"It's okay, continue."

Grace answered coldly, but her coldness was just like the late winter ice approaching spring, which would burst into leaping spring water if hit lightly.

Will I see Grace panicking next time?

When Afro thought of this, she even began to look forward to Grace's teasing during the day.

……

When the moon went down, the night was swallowed up by thick darkness. Victoria was not in her palace tonight.

Dark clouds rolled silently in the space, and the cold winter wind blew outside the window. Grace looked up at the bright lights outside the window. The yellowish magic street lights lit up one by one, leading those who were lost at night back home.

Grace waited for a long time but her sister Victoria never showed up.

She was busy from early morning till late night, until ten o'clock in the evening, when Victoria's carriage returned to her place under the dim moonlight.

Grace was still thinking about how to deal with Victoria, but she waited by the window for half an hour, until the lights on the street went out, but she still didn't show up.

Not coming is actually quite good.

As bedtime approached, the sound of bells could be heard in the distance.

Before entering the room, Grace asked the maid Sarah to choose a new guest room from the room next to Victoria.

However, Afro needs to spend the night with him as his personal maid.

As usual, they slept on the floor and Grace gave her the warm quilt.

But Afro excitedly lifted the quilt, patted the warm bed, and invited herself to sleep with him like a warm puppy.

"Do you want me to help you take off your clothes, Master?" - She responded with deliberate words.

"no need."

"But this is what I'm supposed to do, along with warming the bed, right?"

"..."

Of course Grace knew that she did it on purpose, so she just said "It's up to you" and lay down on the ground, covering herself with her quilt safely.

Anyway, she wasn't sleeping in bed, so Afro could keep her warm however she wanted.

The system was kind enough that Grace could finally spend the night alone in peace in the empty bed.

As usual, she thought about what happened today before going to bed.

Nora Francis should be found as soon as possible, and offline intelligence agencies should also be developed.

How to overthrow Karta's power, why Kevin hates him... and he must escape from the palace before he has the strength to seize the throne.

And...if Victoria came back, why didn't she come to see me first?

……

My thoughts gradually became deeper in the silence of the night. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere tonight was different and made me feel uneasy.

Grace tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep.

She got up from the bed, picked up a metal oil lamp quietly, and prepared to go to the bathroom next door.

With a creak, the door of the bedroom opened gently and then closed gently.

The maids seemed to have fallen asleep. The long and narrow corridor was filled with deep darkness. The oil lamps cast a dim light, which shone on the gray oil paintings, making them look somewhat eerie.

The echoes were ethereal, the palace was too huge, and it was late at night and no one was around, giving me an eerie feeling of breaking into a Renaissance haunted house.

The bathroom was on the left, Victoria's door was closed and there was no light. I only had to turn a corridor to reach my destination.

Although things can be roughly seen under this dim light, such a vision obviously cannot dispel people's instinctive fear of darkness.

I always feel like there's something scary and dark following me from behind, clinging to my shoulders silently.

The only thing I could hear was a tiny white noise and the sound of slow footsteps.

Grace is actually not afraid of weird things, because she is willing to gamble with her life, so how could she be afraid of ghosts?

But just as she was about to reach the bathroom, a strong sense of danger suddenly came over her.

It was as if someone had pinched my heart invisibly, and the air around me suddenly froze to zero.

Grace became nervous, her brows drooped, and she turned her head sharply.

At the end of the dim light, a dark figure flashed by and disappeared in an instant.

What is it? Is it Victoria? Or an assassin?

Grace frowned and thought for two seconds. The strong sense of danger made her decide to go and take a look.

The shadow disappeared in front of Victoria's door.

Grace held her breath and tiptoed to the double doors with exquisite carvings.

Holding the dagger hidden at his waist in his left hand and carefully holding the lamp in his right hand, he gently pushed the door open with his elbow.

With a squeak, she concentrated her mental strength to a high level, ready to counterattack at any time.

But what greeted her was an empty bedroom. She used the dim light to confirm that there was no place big enough to hide a person, and then she relaxed a little.

But along with it comes new problems.

Where is Victoria? Her carriage is back, but where is she?

But before Grace had time to think about it, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the half-open door.

somebody is coming!

Grace placed the lamp on the carpet opposite the door of the palace as bait, then held the dagger tightly and waited for her opportunity behind the door.

“Grace…?”

But that familiar voice made Grace relax her guard.

"What are you doing here at night?"

Afro's slender white hands gently pushed the door open, revealing a fluffy golden head.

She put away the dagger and jumped out from behind the door as if nothing had happened.

"I just couldn't sleep."

Afro pushed the door open and looked at Grace in confusion. She couldn't help but ask,

"You're in the other room since you can't sleep?"

Grace didn't intend to explain anything to her.

Unfortunately, Afro's little head is actually very smart.

She only took a quick glance around the room and noticed something was wrong.

"This is... Her Highness Victoria's room? What are you doing in her room?"

Grace picked up the oil lamp directly from the carpet and dismissed it casually, "Nothing, go back to sleep quickly."

However, this time there was a gentle knock on the half-open door.

Afro cast a questioning look at Grace. Grace, holding the oil lamp, discovered with the faint light that there was no one outside the door.