Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Ha ha……"

The girl let out a painful, endured gasp.

Such a huge impact force seemed to split a person in half. Her internal organs were torn into pieces. Grace's mind was spinning and buzzing, and she was unable to think for a moment.

Her ankle hit the ground and the entire bone seemed to be broken. Grace lost her ability to move, and severe pain occupied every part of her body.

The puppet's attack doesn't stop there. It quickly retracts one section of its arm and sways in the air as if looking for the next attack.

Next time, I will be shattered to pieces.

Maybe, I will die like this.

The soft hand passed through her armpit in pain, and Grace felt her body become lighter in a trance.

No, it wasn't lightness, but someone was hugging me around the waist.

Grace smelled a familiar fragrance amidst the blood, and she vaguely saw a strand of golden hair as bright as the sun, and the healing magic that continuously injected vitality into her.

The blonde girl's expression had never been so anxious as it was at this moment, and a layer of sweat seeped out of her temples.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered, with a determination to ride the wind and waves in her beautiful eyes.

Ah... it's the kind-hearted Miss Aphrodite.

However, it was no longer possible.

If she ran alone, she would still have time, but if Afro ran in a princess hug position, she would be caught up soon.

The approaching sounds of cracking and splitting of wood once again proved this fact.

Swish, another fierce punch, and a strong wind full of power brushed across the cheek.

Grace knew she couldn't delay any longer...

Grace, who had been lying quietly in his arms like a weak cat, struggled and moved for the first time, her slender five fingers gently grasping Afro's pajamas.

Afro felt as if her heart was being pulled by a rope, with the other end of the rope being the conceited princess. Every time her breath trembled, her heart suddenly tightened.

The girl leaned on her chest and put her voice close to his ear. She said in a very weak voice,

"No need... to treat me anymore."

"How is that possible!"

Even if my legs have lost all feeling, even if I have to fight death, I can't give up... give up Grace.

But the good news is that as you approach the stairs of the circular corridor, the thickness of the floor continues to increase, and the puppet can no longer use brute force to break through the floor.

It needs to climb up the stairs to have a chance to kill itself.

"Healing me would only waste...your magic power."

The girl's voice became increasingly weak, and it seemed as if it would really melt in the dry and cold air like snow.

Afro was so anxious that she was about to cry. She gritted her teeth and retorted,

"How can that be called a waste? Your life belongs to me!"

The puppet's voice became weak. Afro quietly placed Grace against a mirror and tried to use magic to heal the injuries on Grace's body.

"My ankle is broken. I can't run."

Grace lay weakly against the wall, her slender legs drooping on the floor, and coughed painfully.

There was no trace of blood on Afro's pale face.

But her red eyes were exceptionally bright, like the vibrant orange-red sunrise in the early morning.

"You've noticed it, right? I'm the target of the puppet. It never attacked you from the beginning to the end. You were the one who was accidentally dragged into it."

Grace grabbed Afro's sleeve, then took out the handle of the sharp dagger she carried with her, and said calmly, word by word:

"If I pierce my chest with a dagger, I shouldn't die the moment the illusion is lifted. Afro, I remember you have magic that can sustain your life force, right?"

"My life is yours... remember to protect it."

She raised the dagger high, and without any hesitation or doubt, she stabbed it towards the thin chest without even blinking.

A cold metallic light like an ice spike flashed in Afro's eyes. She immediately understood what Grace wanted to do and imagined a bloody future.

No! No! Doing that will definitely kill you! If the illusion is so easy to break, why is it listed as a forbidden technique?

Afro's heart felt like it was crushed, and the blood in her body was burning hot as if it was about to be burned dry. She snatched the dagger in anger.

"Grace!!! I won't allow anyone to die in front of me like this!"

"That's better than having no chance of survival! I can't run anymore."

Grace's calm eyes were as sharp as a blade piercing through the girl's eyes and heart.

She grasped Afro's shoulders and said in an unprecedentedly serious and resolute tone:

"Aphrodite, now I command you—to kill me!"

66. Grace, you are important!

There are countless street lights that have never been turned on on the road of life, and tombstones of varying ages are buried in the wilderness.

Afro knew that not many people could reach the end that he wanted to reach.

If someone like Grace died in such a ridiculous, crazy way...

When Afro thought of that possibility, he felt as if he was being burned by fire.

Never allow it!

The goddess said that life is supreme.

It's not time to gamble your life yet! There's no need to gamble with Grace's life.

Aphrodite's emerald eyes burned red in nameless anger.

The meaning of a saint is to listen to the will of the goddess, convey the gospel of the world to the hardworking and kind believers, and eliminate sins.

If you are afraid of death at this time and gamble with the lives of others, how can you be worthy of the believers? How can you be worthy of your own heart?

If you want to have the determination to fight to the death, you must do it yourself.

All the kindness and perseverance in Afro's bones turned into leaping and unstoppable green eyes at this moment.

There was an inconceivable brightness in those clear and resolute eyes, like the scorching sun in the sky, or the most shining and precious diamond in the world.

"I won't do it."

She pinned the dagger on her leg ring, and then pushed away Grace's hand on her without hesitation, "Now is not the time for that."

The crisp sound was clear and powerful, penetrating the air and echoing from the mirror, like a divine voice coming from the ninth heaven.

"And life is supreme. I won't allow it, and neither will the goddess!"

The pain in her body had not yet subsided, but Afro was still stubbornly sending healing magic to herself.

My ankle is a little better, but when I turn it even slightly, I feel piercing pain.

Even though Grace had experienced the pain of near-death many times, she was still afraid of pain.

Who is not afraid of pain?

You need to endure all these.

But if Afro uses all of his magic to heal himself, how can he escape?

Even though she only knew a little about magic, Grace knew that the amount of magic power that the human body could store over a period of time was limited.

Magic power is equivalent to the MP blue bar value in the game. Once it is exhausted, it takes about a full week to recover.

Now is not the time to sit still and wait for death.

Grace panted and shook her head in disbelief, her tone so rational that it was almost crazy.

"Have you ever thought about how we can get out of this situation? Can you please stop being so naive?"

She forced herself up from the wall.

"Do you want to die here? We are like cattle waiting to be slaughtered in a farm. I can't run for a long time now. Once we run out of energy, the puppets will kill us effortlessly."

The hands slowly moved towards the sharp dagger held tightly in Afro's hands. The movements were secretive and careful, for fear of attracting someone's attention.

Grace's peripheral vision fell on the cold light of the dagger. Even if Afro disagreed, she had no choice but to do so.

At the same time, she pointed at the mechanical sound coming from afar, diverting Afro's thoughts, and asked loudly with a red face,

"Afro, tell me, how can we get out now without gambling?"

On the slender, beautiful neck with a collar, the girl's fragile green blood vessels were slightly exposed due to excitement.

"Grace!"

Afro's pupils trembled with anger, as if they were dispersed and then spread out again, and her soft chest rose and fell with her angry breaths.

It's incredible! Myself? A heart of God?

How can someone be so careless about his or her own life?

You actually want to steal the dagger? !

She quickly grabbed the girl's slender wrist, clenched her fist anxiously and angrily, and scolded, "No one can always win!"

"But I will!" - The princess' tone was so firm that it was unbelievable.

Afro couldn't help but look up at her.

Grace's eyes seemed to be soaked in blood. She stared straight at him, emitting a strong sense of madness and sadness.

"I've never lost in my life! So I won't lose this time either!"

What is she talking about? ! ! Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! !

Afro was so angry that she almost exploded. No one had ever been as irritating as Grace right now! !

Why would some people take their own lives so lightly?

Afro recalled the pleasure she felt yesterday when her brother strangled her by the neck. Her heart felt as if it had been stabbed and blood was flowing out of it.

"My life is worth nothing, Aphrodite!"

Her Royal Highness once again uttered those extremely infuriating words.

Unable to bear it any longer, Afro eagerly pressed Grace's shoulders and repeated to her in a resolute and angry voice:

"Why do you despise yourself so much? Grace, let me tell you! You are important! So you are not allowed to gamble!"

Grace's pupils froze for a moment, and her tightly furrowed brows twitched slightly in shock.

It felt like a tiny hole was chiseled in a towering city wall.

Grace's eyes softened, but her tone remained sharp. She raised her head and said back,

"Aphrodite, I'm betting my life on you - that you have the power to save me. I believe in you! That's why I'm betting."

Her cheeks pushed forward even more, forcefully and domineeringly, forcing people into having no choice.

"Tell me! What are you afraid of, Aphrodite?"

"afraid of what……"

Afro blinked in panic, her pupils dilated unconsciously, and her originally firm and persistent voice gradually became weaker.

She hadn't thought Grace would ask such a question.

Am I the one who is afraid? What are you afraid of?

Afraid of that one in ten probability, afraid of the ruthless knife of fate, afraid of the accidents in the gambling game.

Afraid…of Grace…dying.

But Afro didn't have time to think about why. If they continued to discuss, there would be no time to escape.

She took a deep, trembling breath and tried to find a reason in her heart.

“No fear. No matter who is here now, as long as she is a living being, as long as I am still here, I will not allow such a thing to happen.”

Even if we face the end of mutual destruction, it is far better than being a cowardly coward who is afraid of death.

"Now, don't say anything. Don't forget that I can control your body. I will find a way out. I still have some magic power. I can try to break the mirrors on the fourth and fifth floors."