Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The hot breath hit the girl's cheek again, and this time Grace clearly smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Victoria drank.

Judging from Victoria's slightly flushed cheeks and slightly out-of-focus pupils, she drank quite a bit.

For a princess like her who is very likely to become the crown prince, drinking at court banquets is necessary.

But the strong influence of alcohol still made Grace frown subconsciously.

At this time, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that outside the door, there were doctors of all sizes wearing white court physician uniforms.

If I were the one who was injured, I would probably send a second-rate doctor to treat me.

The desk, which was often used to handle official business, was filled with tall and short, colorful medicine bottles.

The vertical clock placed on the left has a slender hand pointing to four o'clock in the morning. The stars outside the window are sparse and the night is getting dark.

Who would she drink with until four in the morning?

Victoria exhaled from her chest, quickly adjusted the expression on her face, stroked Grace's head like she was stroking a pet, and said softly:

"You're already receiving treatment from the royal doctor. Shouldn't you be the one worrying about it now?"

Who are you showing that expression to?

Grace resisted the urge to tear this fake image apart, and once again asked like a rag doll,

"Royal sister, I'm asking if she's in good health?"

Victoria's eyebrows drooped slightly. She did not answer Grace's question, but took a deep breath and rebuked with a gloomy face,

"Grace, do you know how bad your physical condition is now?"

"The imperial physician said that you..."

Victoria's delicate and long eyebrows stood up, and she pointed excitedly at the imperial physician waiting outside the door.

She suddenly realized something and sighed helplessly, "Oh, forget it..."

"Why do you get so hurt now whenever I disappear?"

Her voice was low, and the emotions of loss and self-blame were obvious in it.

What a perfect performance! Grace couldn't help but applaud Victoria in her heart.

This time the illusion was obviously a premeditated assassination.

Just like the poisoned wine at the last banquet, it was also an assassination attempt against her, and Victoria happened to be away tonight.

And it just so happened that her carriage returned, but she was not there.

Grace couldn't help but wonder if this was a play directed and acted by the royal sister herself?

However, if she wanted to kill me with her methods, it would only be killing someone with a borrowed knife...

So who did it?

The current choice requires a drastic measure.

Grace's eyes were bright. She would no longer believe any words behind Victoria's face. She would disguise herself in the same way and fight back.

"It's okay, sister. I feel much better now..."

Grace held Victoria's hand and blinked in fear like a pitiful little deer.

"Did the imperial physician say that my current condition is very bad?"

"..."

Victoria was silent for two seconds. She was indeed a little happy when she woke up, but she was soon filled with some uncomfortable emotions.

She leaned over again and gently touched the girl's cheek.

"It's okay, as long as you take your medicine well, you will be fine."

Grace felt only a sickening hypocrisy in this intimacy.

"Royal sister...can I...move out of the palace?"

She coughed weakly, forced herself to stand up, and grasped the quilt to cover her aching body.

Victoria's expression could no longer maintain its gentleness and peace.

Is Grace trying to get out of his control?

The corners of her mouth drooped instantly, the aura around her began to freeze, and her gem-like red eyes were tinged with a hint of gloom.

"I am afraid of everything here, whether it's my brother, the Emperor Karta or my father. It's like living in a terrible hell. Every day I worry that someone will take my life."

Grace's soft voice was trembling. Her acting was very good and one could almost see the sparkle of her tears under the light of the chandelier.

Victoria couldn't help but gently embrace her sister, "Do you feel unsafe staying with your sister...?"

"No……"

Grace retorted sullenly, but to the girl's mind, such an awkward tone was equivalent to some kind of invisible blame.

"That's my problem."

"But it doesn't matter, Grace. This time, my sister will keep you by my side at all times. I will personally protect you every day. Wherever I am, you will be there."

If that's the case, then why did you hand the cup of poison to that kind and lovely child?

Grace's eyes were cold, her chin resting on the drunken woman's shoulder, and she said in a pitiful voice:

"No... I'm just very scared. I don't want to live like this anymore."

"And we're getting married next September..."

"marry?"

Victoria's hand, which was patting Grace's back, suddenly stopped.

"Yes, I think it was what my father said to the Argerich family in private yesterday."

Victoria could no longer hold back her expression. She broke the intimate hug, looked at the girl's face seriously and made a promise.

"If you don't like Argerich, I'll help you reject it."

"No, the Argerich family is very nice, and Miss Afro saved me..."

Grace shook her head, her brows lowered, and a genuine look of anxiety appeared on her face.

"How is her condition? I am very worried..."

Afro?

Maybe it's some special emotion at work.

The person whose heart and eyes were once filled with you, after losing his memory and shifting his gaze to others, feels an indescribable discomfort.

Afro had already woken up at two o'clock. She was lying in bed, even though she was limping, she wanted to see her sister...

Afro's strange emotions brought more discomfort than Victoria could imagine.

As if she was jealous of something being taken away from her, Victoria ordered the maid to push Afro down on the bed.

The patient needs to rest well.

"This is not something the imperial sister needs to worry about. I have already invited the imperial physician for her. Your injuries are much more serious than hers."

She placed her hands on Grace's shoulders, gently and carefully covered the girl with the quilt, and spoke the most arbitrary words in the softest voice.

"So, Grace, don't worry. The royal sister will take care of you every day from now on."

——Yes, after this, the imperial sister will still be his imperial sister. Nothing has happened between them, and everything is the same as before.

Grace blinked happily on the bed, "Really?"

"real."

Victoria made her promise, which was great news for Grace.

Next, he would get closer to Victoria, see her weaknesses and all her fears, and then defeat her without hesitation.

69. Afro, help me go to the toilet

When the girl fell, the color of her blood was the same as that of roses, and just as bright red and beautiful as her eyes.

Afro would never be able to look at that bright red again.

And the red drop that splashed on the forehead was like a drop of hot paint, burning and corroding the skin.

Afro knew that she had never been wrong. Grace's nature was as clean and clear as her eyes.

but……

The cleanliness of this life-and-death moment made the originally heavy body that could no longer move an inch become elusive, as if it had fallen from the clouds into the darkest abyss.

Afro looked terribly pale, half-supporting himself on the ground, unable to move at all. He seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes, lips, limbs were constantly trembling in the coldness of death.

My heart was empty, my whole body was cold, and I wanted to vomit but couldn't.

Shattered crystals, cold dolls, and dangerous dreamlike illusions suddenly shattered like broken glass.

All dangers disappeared and the world returned to peace, as if it were a dream.

Outside the window, the cold moon under the dark clouds gives the world a little bit of its light out of mercy.

Victoria's chambers were not lit with kerosene lamps or magical lights.

In the pitch-black room, the only thing that illuminated the cold darkness was the yellow butter lamp that was tilted on the ground.

The dark yellow light seeping through the transparent glass cast a dark shadow on the outline of the girl lying on the ground.

The princess' cheeks, which had never known the sun, were now covered with layers of blood.

Her clear and bright eyes were now tightly closed, as if she had lost consciousness, and her frail body was motionless, leaving Afro with only the unbearable, maddening silence.

"Hahaha……"

Afro, who had just been pulled away from the bloody rain, was gasping for breath. At this moment, she finally realized what had happened.

Afro had never been so anxious. She got up from the ground and stumbled towards Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The piercing pain in my body was completely drowned out by the overwhelming worry.

My hands, which used to be able to be closed peacefully during prayer, were now shaking violently.

Her Highness Grace's body has already reached its limit!

Now——in order to save himself, he jumped down from the tall building in the illusion!

How long can someone as weak as her live?

Feeling the fragility of life intuitively for the first time, Afro didn't even dare to use magic to explore Grace's vitality.

She is afraid.

I was afraid to see the snow-like girl melt like the snow under the sun.

Afro half-knelt down, his breathing intermittent and trembling, his left leg weak because of the moment of bending, and he half-knelt on the ground with a thud.

She raised her arms and madly cast a steady stream of healing magic at Grace.

Please, Grace, please, goddess!

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by someone's hand, and it was so uncomfortable that I felt uneasy.

A clear tear flowed silently down the cheek under the moonlight.

She carefully and tremblingly placed her slender index finger in front of the girl's delicate nose.

The weak and shallow breathing is like a faint signal in a storm, which may be disconnected at any time.

Great!Great!

Afro had never felt so fortunate before. Her originally dead heart was brought alive by this faint breath.

Thank you, goddess, the princess is still alive.

The empty feeling of losing everything was largely relieved at this moment.

But now Afro's nervous heart is not enough to let go.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is still in critical condition, and we must call for help immediately.