Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Aphrodite, don't forget, you were dragged into this by mistake. I hope we can keep a certain distance between us."

Perhaps she was used to such talk, or perhaps it was because her words and actions were always inconsistent, which made Afro find Grace's flaws.

She has gradually been able to understand the true meaning behind Grace's cold words.

Otherwise, why would Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly ask me to help her?

Please! There are countless maids outside the door. If she just calls out softly with a tender voice, countless maids will rush to serve her.

But...why do we need another maid?

"Hmm...but your highness, what does this have to do with a personal maid?"

Afro racked her brains but couldn't figure it out. The princess's thoughts were too weird.

So she could only tilt her head and frown, looking at Grace with a puzzled expression as if to say, "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all," and asked:

"Do you think it's a bother for me to take care of you?"

I have to say, this method of directly getting the conversation started is very effective for people like Grace.

The two looked at each other in the air.

The originally cold expression on the girl's face became complicated, just like the "Mona Lisa" on the oil painting, which is worth careful appreciation.

The girl's eyebrows twitched at first, then her clean and clear red eyes turned left and right anxiously, and finally she took a deep breath, as if she was thinking of a countermeasure.

Finally Grace simply gave up.

She leaned her head against the headboard, gave up the idea of ​​trying to persuade Afro, lowered her eyes and reminded him gently,

"Aphrodite, frequently entering the palace is not a commendable behavior for a nun."

Afro, who has a firm faith in Taoism, will not surrender so easily.

Just because she doesn't understand politics doesn't mean she is stupid.

"But from the perspective of the marriage contract, Your Highness Grace, you are my future...sister-in-law. We share a common interest."

I don’t know why, but when I said this, I felt a little concerned. Afro paused slightly on the word "sister-in-law".

"In terms of the assassination, we are victims with a common standpoint. Now...can't I take care of my future sister-in-law?"

Afro analyzed it very clearly, but she still couldn't hide what she wanted to say - "I need to find a maid..."

There is a slight mixture of resentment.

Anyone who is disliked would feel a little sad.

She cleared her throat, looked Grace straight in the eye, and repeated what she had said before:

"Besides - didn't His Highness say that he only trusted me in the palace?"

"what……"

Grace sighed helplessly and looked out the window.

This is the second floor. The biting winter temperature has made the tall old trees dry and dilapidated, and dark rain is rolling in the gloomy sky.

Winter has arrived, both in the weather and in the situation in the empire.

For a powerful empire that was just beginning to rise, the repeated assassinations of royal family members were not a good sign no matter how you looked at it.

In addition, the position of the crown prince has not been determined, so there must be undercurrents and crises beneath the peaceful court.

Even though Victoria had the support of a large and powerful military family like Luandor, such a thing happened in her bedroom.

What happens next?

Counterattack, a desperate counterattack when life and death are threatened.

For Grace, who has served in a leadership position, she knows very well what the final outcome of a management organization will be if people cannot unite.

The empire is changing.

Anyone with a little ambition will do his best to climb up here, and everyone will become wild beasts fighting for profit.

Grace frowned seriously, looked into Afro's eyes seriously, and explained:

"Afro, the palace is very dangerous. There is no need for you to get involved... This is the second planned assassination attempt by a member of the royal family in a short period of time."

Besides...she is not suitable to be a personal maid.

"Do you think I'm a coward? In that case, shouldn't I stay by Her Highness Grace's side?"

——Afro was slightly angry, and the corners of her mouth could not help but droop, but she did not care about these dangers at all. Instead, she looked at Grace who acted on her own with a questioning look and refuted loudly,

"Besides, weren't we already in the same boat when we signed the marriage agreement?"

It's as if I'm engaged to her!

Grace stared at Afro with wide eyes in surprise.

Although the final result of the system is that Afulo can't leave himself.

But for Grace, the current strategy is too simple, so simple that it seems like cheating.

Therefore, Grace was somewhat resistant - resisting this genuine enthusiasm.

Sincerity is always the best weapon for people with a conscience.

Even when Afro was sitting by the gloomy window, she seemed to be emitting a ray of light that could save the world.

It’s like she has the halo of a heroine, her shining kindness is blinding.

She is indeed the indomitable saint of the future.

"Aphrodite..."

Grace couldn't help but whisper her name.

"Ok?"

With the temperament of a tamed pet that comes at her command at any time, Afro leaned forward on the bed.

Grace sat up straight, folded her arms, and drooped the corners of her mouth indifferently. She stared at her with red eyes and threatened her word by word:

"I will continue to bully you until you can't stand it anymore. Do you want that?"

"really?"

Afro even showed a surprised expression.

For some reason, Grace vaguely sensed a sense of anticipation in the girl's wide eyes.

It was almost like he wanted to see a different side of Afro.

Grace couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be looking forward to it?"

"That's not true."

Afro immediately shook her head in denial. She remained saintly frank and asked curiously,

"I wonder why Her Highness Grace can always speak so confidently while wearing the collar?"

The girl's gaze passed across the slender neck like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The vague feeling of being watched actually made Grace feel a little excited.

This is an indescribable curiosity.

I always want to see if such a pure child has a dark side. People always think about excessive things.

"It seems that Her Highness Grace has no bad intentions of bullying others, right?"

Afro raised her legs, half-knelt on the bed, and moved her soft body closer.

Eyes as big as emerald and as white as lake water gradually enlarged, looking around curiously, carrying with them the faint scent of lilies.

The human breath, the human atmosphere, and the human enthusiasm made Grace subconsciously grab the quilt tightly. She asked with a straight face:

"There's none?"

——I can’t understand it! Didn’t he put a knife close to his neck a few days ago and said he would fight back?

Why did she change so suddenly? Or is this her true self?

"What have I done that is too excessive? Let me think about it..."

Afro didn't get any closer. She thought deeply and tapped her chin with her finger. "It was the last time I put the cream..."

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and the delicate facial features so close made Grace feel that Afro was indeed a beautiful girl that everyone would like.

"All right!"

Grace interrupted the girl, her face cold,

"If you want to continue enjoying yourself, why don't you take off your clothes? I can help you. I don't mind. You just like these, right? That's why you don't regard it as a humiliation!"

"No way!" - This is slander!

Afro's face suddenly changed. She shrank back and tried her best to refute. Then she said in a tone that I knew very well:

"And your highness, you wouldn't dare do such a thing."

"Do you really think I don't dare?"

Grace responded with a serious look, looking her squarely in the eyes.

In the world of butter, the tasks issued by the system will only become more and more perverted.

If she wasn't a woman who wanted to maintain her dignity as a woman and didn't really want to have too much contact with others, she would have a thousand ways to speed through Aphrodite.

——Grace took a deep breath and calmed herself down. If it really didn’t work, she would just speed through it.

"Ah good."

Listening to Grace's words, Afro nodded with interest, and the smile on her face was as bright as a flower under the sun.

"Then I will use the goddess's words to purify you. If you keep listening to the words of the goddess every day, even the most wicked people will have a chance to repent."

The changes in expression on Grace's face were extremely interesting. She felt confused and shocked, as if she had been tortured by a melodramatic family ethics drama.

Afro...you...

That so-called blasphemy is just a lame excuse for someone's behavior from beginning to end.

What about your belief in the goddess? Using religion as an excuse!

Afraid of you being ashamed?!

Grace took a deep breath and decided to tell the shocking news.

The sharp eyes began to scan Afro's soft body as if evaluating a commodity.

It has to be said that even under the loose lace nightgown, Afro's feminine curves are still prominent.

Is this a nun's professional talent? Having a broad mind like a mother!

Grace frowned, put her fingers on her chin, and ordered without any emotion:

"Aphrodite, I order you to take off your clothes. No, take off all your clothes."

Without any desire or emotion, just like a cold robot.

"Eh? Why?"

Afro didn't feel any kind of offense or shame, but just raised his head in surprise.

"I like women, isn't that normal?"

Grace said this, smiling at her as if it was a matter of course, and at the same time, her eyes that looked down on her flowed over Afro's body again.

"If you want to become my personal maid, you must go through this."

If they were strangers, Afro would call the knights to drive away the woman who spoke like that.

But now, Afro seems to be able to keep up with Grace's eccentric ideas.

Although she is kind, she is not stupid.

Please just grab Grace's wrist, she looks like she's dying.

What kind of excessive thing would someone do if he invited me to take a bath but secretly slipped away first?

And the collar is around her neck, right?

Her Royal Highness is just bluffing!