Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

And he couldn't let Grace out of his sight, as her vitality might disappear at any time.

Afro first tried to pick up the girl's incredibly thin body, but when she raised her weak and bruised arms, she almost stumbled and fell.

I can't care about so much anymore.

Afro struggled to help Grace up, and while using her almost exhausted magic power to cast healing magic, she went to look for the maids' help.

Fortunately, this is Victoria's bedroom, and there is a maid next door ready to serve her at any time.

In the originally dark and quiet Rococo palace, under the snowy night when even the stars were asleep, anxious lights were turned on one after another.

The lights were bright, people were busy coming and going in the corridors, carriages were rushing in and out, and anxiety became the going factor in this magnificent palace.

……

Afro had always been by Grace's side, guarding her like a loyal dog.

That frail body was like a candle swaying in the wind, in imminent danger.

She was worried, so she wiped the blood clean bit by bit, and then dragged her tired body to stay by the bedside to take care of him.

However, the imperial sister, who had an inexplicable feeling for Grace, rushed back at an extremely urgent speed, followed by a large number of imperial doctors.

Victoria was drunk when she came back. Her frowned brows and her expression that seemed to be so cold that it seemed to freeze everything proved that she was very anxious and angry.

As soon as she came back, she asked herself to be taken out of the bedroom where Grace was resting, and called a group of royal doctors and maids to force her to treat the disease.

The cold Princess Victoria gently but without emotion pressed me on the bed and said intimately:

"Ms. Afro Argerich was also seriously injured, right? I will thoroughly investigate this assassination, and you don't have to worry about your safety."

"I have already notified the Argerich family. Now Miss Afro please take a good rest."

The quarrel between Victoria and the chief royal physician Rodney was heard clearly by Afro through the open door.

"Your Highness Victoria! If His Majesty finds out that you opened the treasury without permission, you might be hanged for stealing from the treasury..."

"But is there any other way now?!!"

Victoria's gentle voice showed a hint of anger for the first time in a long time. "I said to save her, so it must be opened."

Rodney's voice was somewhat tactful in persuasion.

"Your Highness... However, if we use the ten-year-old Chris Magic Grass, there may be a certain chance of curing the disease. The hundred-year-old one... His Majesty Kevin wants to use it to make a magic potion to prolong his life."

"No buts! I need to be 100% sure that she is safe and sound. It's decided. Go and get the hundred-year-old Chris Magic Grass in my name!"

Chris's magic grass is a magic grass blessed by Chris, the god of earth and harvest. It only grows in the coldest and most dangerous places in the world.

It has abundant magical power and the special ability to bring the dead back to life, and is in great demand.

The century-old Chris Magic Grass was Kevin’s trophy when he conquered the Principality of Ibrox, and it is also a symbol of national honor.

The value of this is self-evident.

Grace's injuries were several times more serious than expected - but this was the only information Afro could get from their conversation...

The girl's heart tightened, and her slender white hands wrinkled the quilt. She wished she could go back to Grace right now.

She wanted to make sure with her own eyes that Grace was safe.

But every time she tried to get up, the maids who were following her would give her all kinds of excuses.

Afro had no choice but to give up.

No sleep for one night.

No one could imagine how they would spend the night.

Tension, worry, uneasiness, annoyance, sadness, I have experienced all the emotions in the world.

I no longer know how to face Her Royal Highness the Princess who descended from the sky and was as dazzling as the savior sun.

Afro asked herself this question countless times in confusion, covering her pounding heart.

What kind of mood did Grace come back in?

But every time it only makes some unspeakable emotions ferment in my heart.

……

Victoria went to the audience as ordered by His Majesty, and Afro finally waited for the right time and had the opportunity to visit Her Royal Highness the Princess.

This time, the time had already reached ten o'clock in the morning.

The winter morning was cold and bleak, but outside the palace where Grace was staying, there were densely packed servants, which was enough to show how much Victoria cared about her.

At most, he had sustained some minor injuries in the illusion. He would be able to recover in a few days by drinking some bitter potion.

Afro passed through the knight guards unhindered and then quietly arrived at Grace's bedside.

The palace was quiet, all the servants were dismissed, leaving only him and her.

After the imperial doctors' strenuous rescue efforts, Her Royal Highness the Princess is no longer in danger of death.

The girl closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed. Her face was terrifyingly pale and her lips were blue. She looked like a broken lily, fragile yet beautiful.

Afro didn't know why she felt so bad.

She leaned over, supported her hands on the edge of the bed, and carefully traced the princess's eyebrows with her eyes.

The girl let out a calm, shallow breath, proving that she was in good condition.

Afro had spent the whole night sketching out her appearance amidst all the dangers and worries, but she still felt more at ease than now, when she personally confirmed that she was safe and sound.

Perhaps it was some mysterious sense, a soft groan of pain came from the girl's throat.

"Um……"

Then, the long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings in the struggle, and the slightly dazed red eyes appeared in front of Afro again.

Grace woke up! ——The two were less than 20 centimeters apart, and could even feel each other's warm breath.

"what……"

Afro's pupils widened, and she shrank back in panic.

Perhaps Grace was too seriously injured to understand the situation. She clutched the quilt like a lost deer and was stunned for ten seconds before she slowly came to her senses.

"Aphrodite, how are you doing?"

These were her first words, her clear and cold voice a little hoarse in the morning.

Maybe that confused look was very cute, or maybe I felt a little embarrassed to look at her just now.

Afro didn't know why he was looking down at the second hand of the sitting clock, and after a long while, he reluctantly replied, feeling at a loss:

"Grace, I'm in good shape..."

"Really? That would be great."

When Grace said this, her tone seemed to be deliberately cold.

"I know what you want to say here."

"If you feel like expressing your gratitude for saving me, you don't have to."

"I just heard your inner thoughts and did what I was supposed to do as your god."

She half-lying on the bed, her eyes cold and indifferent, like a proud flower on a cliff, keeping people at a distance.

"This is a life for a life, so we are even. You don't have to thank me, and you don't have to have any inexplicable emotions about it."

You're saying weird things again. Afro raised his eyebrows helplessly.

Her tone was cold, but I could hear her shyness and helplessness in it.

Grace is a person who always does the opposite of what she says.

She said don't get any closer to her, which means get any closer to her.

Just like a hedgehog, it always points the sharp edge of its needles at itself, but in reality? Its belly is softer than that of a kitten.

Thinking of this, Afro concealed the corners of her lips that could not help but slightly rise. She quickly glanced at Grace and imitated Grace's tone and said "hmm".

"Are you still playing the maid game?"

"Stop playing."

Gray refused without hesitation. She stated more seriously than ever before.

"Yes, but I am still your master and your god. Just treat yesterday's illusion as a bizarre dream."

"Ah... since you said so, okay."

At least we should respect other people's choices, Afro nodded and compromised.

"Well, if you have nothing else to do, you can go first."

Grace left these words without even the slightest bit of nostalgia.

Your indifference is somewhat hurtful, Your Highness.

Afro sighed and stood up. She was ready to leave for the time being according to Grace's instructions.

After all, it is the patients who need more rest, right?

In fact, I want to hear Grace worrying about me or being scared, so that I can take care of her in return...

Just when Afro was about to step out of the bedroom with some inexplicable regret.

A somewhat awkward request came from behind, "Um... Afro... can you help me? I want to... I want to go to the bathroom."

Afro's steps also stopped in place. Her curved eyebrows and the corners of her mouth that had been pursed could no longer be suppressed at this moment, and a smile bloomed proudly on her face.

Ah...it is true.

Afro turned around and found that the arrogant Princess Grace was struggling to lean on the bed, breathing softly.

Her weak body caused sweat to seep out of her forehead after she exerted just a little effort.

And those two feet, as white as jade, were completely fractured in yesterday's illusion. If they exerted more force, they would suffer excruciating pain.

Grace is afraid of pain.

It is normal to lie in bed all night without having a chance to go to the bathroom.

So now she really needs me.

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There are always people talking about the emperor's sister's problems.

Ok, now let’s give a unified explanation. The princess’ ideal is to ascend the throne. She is career-oriented, not love-oriented.

I also didn't say that I wanted to whitewash the imperial sister by saying that she was innocent or something like that. Her role is that of a villain.

The imperial sister is also a character with a certain depth and thickness. She also has feelings. On the one hand, she must obtain the imperial power because of her childhood events.

On the other hand, she would also feel the sadness and loneliness necessary in the power struggle because of her fight for the throne.

It's normal to dislike complex characters, but can you please not read books in a black-and-white way? Cursing and swearing before the character arc is fully developed will affect the harmony.

If you scold me again I will get angry!

The essence is still to write a story about a frigid, closed-hearted princess who is sexually cold and opens her heart to all kinds of 1s! !

Stories with conflict are exciting!!

I hope everyone can read the book calmly.

There are people scolding the character in the barrage every day, saying that he is too violent.

Otherwise, please stop scolding the characters!! If you want to scold someone, scold me (I feel so happy, hehe).

70.Afro: Grace is adorable!

People's plans are always far from reality.

Even though the system's requirements and tasks required him to tame the kind-hearted Saint Miss Aphrodite within two months.

But as they became closer, Grace still couldn't do this.

Touching Aphrodite unscrupulously was like suddenly breaking the closed area separated by ice.

This stranger broke into the restricted area step by step simply with her sincerity, which made people feel dizzy and uneasy.