Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Although it's September next year, we still have to start preparing for the selection of wedding dresses and the location of the manor, especially the manor..."

Grace suppressed the smile on her face and said in a very serious tone,

"It will be too late to build it by then. It will take at least half a year, right?"

In order to make her statement seem more realistic, she even counted the dates on her fingers.

"Do you really want to marry my brother?"

Afro's face was full of disbelief. She tilted her head and leaned forward, her lips tightly pursed.

His eyes were as bright as flames, as if he wanted to see through someone's heart.

"Don't you want me to be your sister-in-law?"

"Your Highness Grace, don't you dislike my brother?"

Afro's peaceful brow was instantly broken by the insignificant words. Even though she knew it was a joke, she was still a little unhappy.

"…Forget it, let's have lunch first."

She sighed, stretched her legs and twisted her ankles to hook the dining cart over, then gently lifted the silver lid.

The carefully arranged food, lying quietly on the white jade porcelain plate, looks delicious and appetizing.

But! For Grace, this is not a good thing.

Habits that have been formed are hard to change, and she doesn't like to eat these foods that taste like happiness.

Grace only glanced at the bunny cake with frosting and she already felt the acid in her stomach churning and vomiting.

She lied to get Aphrodite away, so now she has to pay the price for her lie.

Maybe Afro sensed someone's distress.

The two people's eyes met in the air like Mars hitting the Earth, and the atmosphere became a little subtle for a moment.

Logically, Grace is someone who lies without blinking an eye, but...Afro is a nun.

Under such holy and pure eyes, anyone who comes will feel the sin in his heart.

In the stagnant air, Afro raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her chin, and signaled Grace to start eating.

Grace glanced at the food and just stayed where she was.

"Do you want me to feed you, or..."

She raised her head, frowned, and arrested the prisoner number one, Her Highness Grace, with a scrutinizing look, and interrogated her:

"You don't want to eat my lunch?"

Grace replied expressionlessly, "No."

He didn't even show a trace of guilt.

Afro crossed her fingers, her expression serious, and her tone deliberately became unkind as she said:

"In the church, if someone tells a lie, they will be punished by having their tongue pulled out when they go to hell!"

Faith is something that works for believers, but it has no effect on Grace.

"It's all in the afterlife. If there's no punishment in this world, it's useless, right?"

Afro picked up the silver chopsticks on the dining cart with her hands that were as sharp as scallions. She directly rejected the princess's prejudice and said, "Of course there are."

"Ok?"

"The disciplinary priests will punish those people for their sins, then tie their hands and feet and carve words on their backs, so that when you are reincarnated, the judge of hell will see your sins."

Afro spoke of the horrifying punishment without changing his expression, and at the same time, he exchanged a subtle and meaningful look with Grace in the air.

"I'll do the same to you if you lie."

"?"

The sense of threat and danger of "a face like Guanyin, a heart like a snake" made Grace's eyebrows jump in surprise, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Afro was immediately defeated and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"I was just lying to you. Her Highness Grace says one thing and means another every day. I'm used to it."

As she spoke gently and dotingly, she cut a small piece of butter with a fork and spread it on the bread.

Not surprisingly, the piece of bread covered with icing should go into your stomach.

Her Royal Highness the Princess always has a solution. She rolled her eyes and came up with another good idea.

Recently I have been looking for a way to feel the magic power, but apart from the Holy Flame Technique given by the system, I can hardly feel any fluctuations of magic power.

It seems that for me, if I want to learn more magic, I must complete the system's tasks.

Of course, they are all terrible tasks.

It would be better to try to learn magic yourself.

Grace, who was obsessed with this, decided to kill two birds with one stone.

So she turned her head and stared straight at those green eyes that sparkled like stars, and asked seriously,

"Wait a minute, Aphrodite, can you teach me magic?"

Afro's delicate eyebrows raised again, she put down her fork, and a puzzled, inquiring expression appeared on her face.

"Don't you know how to do it? You can also do Holy Flame Magic. But didn't the Archbishop come to look for you?"

"No."

This is also what Grace is confused about. Logically speaking, as a religious institution, the Holy See should find her first as a person blessed by the goddess, right?

Maybe he was stopped by Emperor Kevin?

"can you teach me?"

Her Royal Highness's sincere eyes sparkled with light, as if filled with an endless desire for knowledge.

But such words were actually a punishment for Afro.

The girl lowered her head, which was rare. Her pretty face was slightly flushed. She explained haltingly,

"Actually, I wasn't very good at magic when I was in school..."

"Ok?"

"Because I was bored, I borrowed some Goddess Journey."

Afro sheepishly intertwined her two index fingers through the fabric.

Ah...it turns out that I was slacking off in class. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of that stupid dog that behaves well after demolishing a house.

Grace looked at the girl's long drooping eyelashes and said in a still cold voice:

"Afro, tell me, can I bully you now?"

To be honest, I'm not saying this because Afro looks easy to bully now.

It is because I want to protect what I want to protect that I have to complete the tasks given by the system.

Life is different from games. In games, you can pursue your limits.

But in the life-and-death fight for the throne, in the fight for the fifth princess, Grace will not allow herself to make any more mistakes.

75. She will betray her sister

Therefore, even Grace herself didn't know whether there was any selfish motive behind this bullying.

"Why are you suddenly talking about bullying again? Don't you want to eat properly?"

Afro, who had long been accustomed to Grace's sudden changes, saw through the princess's evil plan with sharp eyes.

It wasn't a lie just to not eat well - Grace wanted to seek justice for that.

As a system in the butter world, bullying is indeed related to the magic rewarded by the system.

For example, the rumored forbidden magic [Burning Lotus of Destruction] requires the completion of tasks that almost completely destroy the dignity and personality of women.

It turns a strong woman into a wild beast consumed by lust.

As a person who still has some conscience, Grace is selfish but will not do anything terribly evil.

She had figured it out - she could ignore the side quests that offered huge rewards, but it was okay to bully Afro a little within the acceptable range.

For example, [Humiliation and Scolding], [Placement], [Role Play], [Force], [Restraint and Placement], try to pick a few that look acceptable among all of these.

All that's left is to stay calm.

You have to learn magic and also get the golden finger given by the system.

Reality is different from games. If I wanted to take extreme revenge, I could just go crazy and stab everyone to death.

But the soul named Grace only has the courage to fight for her life, not an irrational madman.

Seeing Grace staring at the plate in a daze, Afro showed a helpless expression on his face.

She raised her hand consciously, cut a piece of white bread with a fork, dipped it in a little butter, and then handed it to Grace's mouth.

"Don't worry, there's only a little bit of sugar in it, so it won't be too greasy."

As a person involved in the situation, Afro fully understood that Her Royal Highness the Princess actually liked her very much.

As for what kind of liking it is, I don’t even consider it.

Because as a nun, you have devoted everything to the goddess and you cannot fall in love with other people.

Afro is very firm in his beliefs.

There was delicious bread and pure white cream on the silver fork, but it was not so wonderful for Grace.

This means breaking your own rules for someone.

But I just said it myself - "I won't eat lunch if it's not made by Afro."

Afro's eyes were like a hammer of judgment, causing Grace's brows to twitch.

"Your Highness Grace is a patient now. Maybe if she eats a little, she will get better faster, right?"

In the girl's green eyes, which were as shimmering as lake light, Grace saw herself turning her face away, with her smoothly curved chin slightly raised, looking like an awkward girl.

Why does he have such an expression?

Psychologically speaking, I am older than a girl...

The feeling brought by the suspension bridge effect should also be over, right?

At least we must keep a normal mind.

Are all people as tangled and awkward as me? Or are humans inherently awkward creatures?

Grace took a deep breath, and instead of thinking, she raised her hand, pinched the middle of the fork, and snatched the fork from someone's hand.

"I will do it myself."

"So amazing?" Afro couldn't help but sigh softly.

Why does it sound like coaxing a child?

Grace couldn't help but frowning again, her cheeks puffed up due to the force of her masseter muscles, and she glared at her with a little impatience.

Afro blinked cleanly, her long eyelashes fluttering, her expression clear as if to say - "Afro doesn't know, it wasn't Afro who did it."

Well, I'm too lazy to argue with her.

Grace lowered her head and took small bites of the cream wrapped around the wheat bread.

Although sugar is something that can make people feel happy, Grace couldn't help but change her expression slightly.

Very sweet.

The sugar content is not too much, nor is it so choking that it makes you want to vomit. The taste buds on your lips and tongue seem to be beating with joy.

"How is it... delicious, right? Or drink some water."

Afro came closer cautiously, her breath carrying a light perfume, and she handed over the glass from the dining table.

Grace glanced over and she seemed to be looking very nervous.

It's very strange. Even though I'm changing my habits, I don't feel any discomfort.