Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

No one is omniscient and omnipotent, including myself. Everyone has something they are afraid of.

What Grace fears is sincerity.

If you don't want to establish a relationship with anyone, then the only way to tame Aphrodite is to forcefully conquer her through unilateral force.

But people also have a conscience, Afuluo is so good.

She has always lived up to the title of Saint, not only in form but also in meaning.

She is a rare girl in this world with a sincere heart. She is always like the shining golden sun, radiating the light of salvation to the surroundings.

Moreover, she has no substantial conflict of interest with herself.

Who else but a naturally cold-blooded person could treat her so cruelly?

Can't do it.

Grace can't do it. Although she often walks on the edge of gray, she has basic human conscience and can distinguish right from wrong.

Moreover, the so-called tasks and systems now can no longer be replaced by challenges.

When Grace made up her mind to become the fifth princess and take revenge on everyone in the royal family, she could no longer simply view the world as a holographic game.

This is the real world, and everyone has joy, anger, sorrow and happiness behind them.

As for the real-time release of the system [Aphrodite's submission degree reaches 30%, and a certain degree of dependence is generated], it has been achieved unknowingly during the illusion.

It's amazing, things in this world are always unexpected and eventually bear fruit.

Unlike her confident attitude at the beginning, Afro moved closer and closer, but Grace resisted and tried to push her away.

But... my current situation doesn't allow me to do that.

The body that had been sleeping all night began to protest. A special physiological sensation occurred. Grace lifted the heavy quilt covering her body and tried to get up from the bed.

Before he could move an inch, he felt a piercing pain in his nerves.

After his ankle was completely broken, he jumped down from a platform nearly six meters high.

The entire ankle bone is estimated to be completely broken.

No one is not afraid of pain, and Grace is no exception.

It can even be said that she spent the first half of her life as a young lady, which made her body extremely fragile.

It's just that in the later life, I gradually learned to be patient.

Now you can be patient.

Compared to close contact with the girl, I would rather choose some insignificant pain.

Asking someone to help you go to the toilet is a shameful thing no matter how you say it!!

When she thought of that scene, Grace's cold cheeks were secretly invaded by an unbearable blush.

She glanced at the golden figure quietly and quickly.

Although they had said goodbye, Afro seemed to have deliberately prolonged the time and left very slowly.

He paused in front of the painting and quietly touched the golden decorated sword on the carved shelf.

Grace even wondered if she was here pretending to be someone visiting a fine arts museum.

Forget it, ignore her!

Grace frowned slightly, gritted her teeth, and tried to slowly move her body out of bed.

Her soft skin rustled against the sheets, and she tried her best to drag her legs out, hanging in the air, and finally landing on the ground.

However, even though Grace was very thin, her broken feet could not support the girl's body.

The weight of the body suddenly turned into heart-wrenching pain, my whole body was cold, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Hahaha……"

It was too difficult to lift his legs, and there were no other servants available.

She could only support her upper body with her hands, and forced herself to kneel on her blue knees beside the princess' bed, breathing softly like a tortured prisoner.

Do I really have to ask Afro for help?

Grace is a flexible person, and it is normal for her to ask others for help or form alliances in business activities.

But the help I'm getting now... I've never experienced this before.

Grace looked weak, and her pretty cheeks were completely stained with a strange red.

“Hmm…”

Grace was like the cat in the fairy tale who tried to steal the oil tank but kept hitting the wall but remained indomitable. She once again struggled to hold up her body.

But unfortunately, this body has reached its limit.

Boom! Her knee hit the ground painfully. The instant pain made Grace's tough red eyes burst into tears due to physiological reaction.

Forget it...

Everyone gets hurt sometimes. Now that I don’t have a maid, it’s okay to ask Aphrodite for help...right?

When she thought of this result, Grace couldn't help but frown and twist her brows together, as if she was undergoing some kind of painful torture.

She struggled to blink her eyes, moistening them from the mist. Her slender white fingers tightly grasped the bed sheet, holding her breath until she was almost suffocated. Then she stammered:

"Um...Aphrodite...can you help me? I want to...I want to go to the bathroom."

"Um……?"

The girl's clear and crisp voice ended with a rising tone, which seemed to carry a hint of subtle pride.

Afro turned around with a smile on her face, her movements were neat and swift, much faster than when she was strolling around the palace!

She seemed to be deliberately taking revenge on her own indifference, so she looked up and down with an interested look for a while.

But that kind of look on Grace is like a burning flame!

It is more terrifying than the most horrific torture instrument in the world to overwhelm a person's self-esteem.

Isn't she a nun? How come she has no kindness at all!!!

Grace frowned, leaning on the bed pale and weak, and couldn't help but cursed in her heart with gritted teeth.

Afro blinked her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and cruelly tortured Her Royal Highness with an innocent expression.

"Your Highness Grace, don't you need a maid? This should be what a maid needs to do."

"!??..."

Who taught her that!?!? Grace's pupils shrank.

Is this her character? Why did she suddenly become like a demon?

Grace was almost overwhelmed by the reaction of a certain nun, and felt embarrassed and annoyed for a moment.

She lowered her head and couldn't help but exhaled a breath of foul air, "Forget it!"

Then, Grace decided not to rely on anyone anymore. She landed directly on the soles of her feet, intending to endure the severe pain and get up to solve her physiological problems by herself.

The true principle is not to rely on talent for everything.

But before her feet touched the ground, Grace heard a gentle chuckle.

That was not a laugh, but the sound made by people who could not suppress their joy at seeing cute creatures.

Then, a gentle hand with a fresh fragrance passed through her waist.

Gravity was eliminated in an instant, and the legs were supported by the soft arms, and the light body was completely pressed against Miss Afro's chest.

The fascinating fragrance of the golden hair like wheat ears, just turn your head and you can get close to the softness full of feminine scent.

The lower half of Afro's delicate profile was clear, and the girl spoke slowly in her holy voice as usual:

"Your Highness Grace, it would be better if you were not so cold. It is not shameful to ask for help from others occasionally when you are sick."

"This is how it is between people. We need to support each other to get to the end. I hope Grace can rely on others a little more."

Like a cat that had been teased and was angry, it showed its sharp claws. Although Grace was lying in his arms, her body kept twisting in protest, and the words she spoke were still cold.

"Aphrodite, do you think your words are interesting?"

"No, I'm serious. If you need help, the maid game can continue."

Afro denied it decisively. As she walked towards the bathroom, she lowered her head and looked at the princess in her arms. Her emerald green eyes sparkled like stars.

"And Grace, don't you dislike others contacting you?"

——She said this as if she was deliberately showing off her close relationship with her.

Why!

Grace frowned and cleared her throat, "It's good that you know. If this is a thank you, there is no need for you to take care of me like this."

Afro seemed to be thinking about this question seriously. She thought for two seconds and asked again,

"Then I'll hand you over to the maid outside the door?"

To be honest, Afuluo is more reliable than those people I don’t know.

Grace's tone quickly turned into a distant and indifferent tone, "Forget it, the others are even more troublesome."

"Good good."

Afro spoke perfunctorily in a drawn-out voice, with a smile on her face as bright as a flower.

Through Grace's words and deeds, she has become fully able to discern other people's true feelings.

Grace uttered an unhappy "tsk", then said with a gloomy face:

"Afro, aren't you injured too? Where do you get the strength to hold your arms?"

"My arm is not injured, and as a nun, I am required to do voluntary labor. My strength is not as weak as you think. I can hold her for a long time without any problem."

The more Grace listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Afro was like a dog that had brought back a frisbee and was barking on purpose to show off how great it was.

A strange emotion arose in her mind, and she pursed her lips and refused to speak.

"Um... Her Highness Grace? Why aren't you talking?"

But the clever nun always tested the edge of taboos. She lowered her head and asked questions in her ear with hot breath.

The temperature of the human body made Grace utter an impatient groan. She couldn't help but stabbed back, "Do you have so much to say?"

"Oh, that's not it."

Afro nodded honestly.

With a creak, the bedroom door opened and the noise outside immediately flooded into the ears like a tide.

This was the first time I was held like this! In front of so many people! In a princess hug!

Grace covered her face with her hands, feeling a little embarrassed. It was scary and shameful to show her weak side.

"Ms. Aphrodite? Do you...need help?"

Even though he blocked his face, he could still hear the maid's questioning voice.

"Her Highness Grace has both feet broken and needs to go to the bathroom now."

Why do you still say such things!

Grace couldn't help but twist her body in revenge, but Afro's hands seemed steadier than she had imagined.

The nun's physical fitness seemed to be better than he thought. No wonder she could hold him and run in the illusion for so long.

"Miss Afro, please take a rest first. Let us servants take care of these matters."

"It's okay. I will temporarily take over as Her Highness Grace's maid from now on."

Grace was almost ascending in unspeakable shame.

She could only cover her face and bury herself in Afro's arms, gritting her teeth and constantly comforting herself - forget it, everyone has down times!

……

To be honest, it is quite tiring to hold a princess hug for such a long time, but Afro is in a good mood.

Even though yesterday’s illusion was terrible and the injuries were terrible, I feel very good now.

Just ask yourself, who wouldn’t be happy when someone as high and mighty as Grace suddenly blushes and reveals her vulnerable side?