Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Then bring me a book..."

At this time, Afro showed her delicate side, like a well-trained dog, she asked obediently,

"Do you still need to hold it like this? Your arms are so tired..."

Grace took a deep breath and said in a compromising manner, "It's up to you."

She secretly glanced at Afro in the mirror again...the smile on her face was so dazzling that she couldn't look directly at it.

Are you so happy?

"Okay? Then I can just take any book?"

Because her back was facing the desk, Afro had to turn around and reach out to take the book from the bookshelf.

The consequence of doing this is that I have to cuddle with Afro's full and soft female body...

"Um……"

Grace closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and endured it, with an expression on her face as if she was ready to die on the battlefield.

She felt the softness, gently caressing her sensitive back through her clothes, while the nun's leg accidentally rubbed against her calf muscles.

Grace frowned and took a deep breath, but faintly heard an imperceptible "cute".

"what?"

She opened her eyes alertly and turned back to ask in a questioning tone.

The two were so close that they could see their faces clearly in each other's pupils.

Afro's face flushed red, her long eyelashes blinked in panic like fleeing butterfly wings, and she stammered:

"No, nothing, I'm just a little confused about which one to choose..."

They were almost close enough to kiss.

Grace was also feeling a little strange. She turned her head awkwardly, staring at the hands of the standing clock opposite her, and said nonchalantly, "What's going on?"

"Just pick whatever you want."

The contact between girls shouldn't be so ambiguous. Afro didn't know what was wrong with her. She struggled and hesitated and randomly picked up a copy of "Witch Subjugation Record".

The moment when the books were handed over and the fingers touched was thrilling.

"Um... Your Highness Grace, if I read a book alone... I would be very bored, so Your Highness Grace, can you read to me?"

"..."

Grace hesitated for a moment, she stroked the hardcover cover and said, "Okay."

[The furniture status is continuing...nine minutes remaining...]

Grace heard the system's mechanical prompt sound.

To be honest, Grace's plan was certainly not just to simply complete the system's task - but to kill two birds with one stone.

The departure this morning—represented Victoria's turmoil.

Now that things have come to this, what would most people do if they met a "sister" who had feelings for them?

Cut at the speed of light and draw boundaries.

With Victoria's personality and abilities, she would certainly do the same.

But the difference is that Victoria has an unquestionable desire for control in her character, and at the same time she has a special desire for exclusivity.

She could tolerate his liking for her, but she would not tolerate another person suddenly intruding into this impure family relationship.

So, Grace wants to use Avro - to stimulate Victoria's special possessiveness so that she won't drive herself away.

Treasures that are coveted by others should be locked up. This way they will be closer to the imperial sister, right?

But this kind of exploitation is too much for Afulo.

She would be attacked by Victoria for no reason.

Grace lowered her eyes, and thought of the girl in the secret realm who was so resolute and fearless of life and death, and couldn't help but ask softly:

"Afro, if one day someone took advantage of your sincerity and did something excessive, would you be angry?"

The moment she asked this question, Grace regretted it.

I shouldn't have cared about Afro's feelings.

"Of course I'd be angry."

Aphrodite's holy voice answered without hesitation,

"Cheating is an act that needs to be punished. Didn't I tell you last time? Your tongue will be pulled out after you die."

"...Is this so?"

Even if Afuluo didn't want to, it has already been executed...

Grace clutched the edge of the book tightly, looking at the slender hour hand that kept spinning and never moving backwards.

She will not regret her decision.

It's half past eleven.

It's dinner time in half an hour, Victoria should come to eat with me...

"Since you asked this question, Your Highness Grace must have done something to offend me, right?"

Afro asked soul-searching questions faintly from behind.

"No……"

Sitting in the girl's arms, Grace could no longer utter any words of defence or explanation, and all her movements were frozen as if she were petrified.

"Really? But if it was Her Highness Grace who did such a thing, I wouldn't be angry."

Afro spoke softly, his hands unconsciously resting on the girl's soft waist, his posture as ambiguous as a lover.

Grace's pupils shrank slightly, and she had no time to pay attention to the position of the hands. She was surprised by the girl's words and could only stare at the clock.

"why would you say so?"

"We are friends, and Your Highness Grace, there must be a reason for you to do such a thing, right?"

"In the face of life and death, those who never flinch and are afraid of death will not do anything too extreme, right? As long as there is a reasonable reason, I think everyone will forgive them."

The clear and sincere voice flowed into the ears word by word. Afro was like a clear spring in this turbid world, enough to wash away any filth in others' hearts.

"..."

Grace pursed her lips, feeling mixed emotions, and her originally resolute red eyes became a little hesitant.

Afro... Afro...

Afro is such a good kid with a clear mind.

The hand on her waist rubbed gently, "Your Highness Grace, why don't you speak?"

Grace lowered her head, unable to raise it to answer the girl. She only said coldly: "Because I was reading a book."

"Aren't you going to read it to me?"

There was no rejection or response, but the air was stagnant for thirty seconds, and then the cold voice echoed in the huge palace, telling the story.

"The world-destroying witch of disaster, Lucia, corrupted three thousand acres of fertile farmland and plundered countless cattle and sheep, just to make up for her lack of magic power. For a while, wherever Lucia went, the sky was dark and there was no light all day long..."

"Lucia has a cruel and unpredictable temperament. If she is not satisfied with someone, she will use a tornado to destroy a city..."

"Finally, in the witch's lair, the Eternal Forest, the president of the Rhine Royal Magic Association, Grand Mage Dur, led more than 300 magicians to fight the witch for three days and three nights, and completely wiped out the witch Lucia and her more than followers."

……

There was no one in the quiet study, but Victoria no longer had the heart to handle official business.

She folded her fingers and looked at the misted glass, tapping the ground with her toes anxiously, waiting for the maid Sarah to come back...

I don’t know how long it had been, but there was finally a knock on the door of the quiet study.

"Come in."

Victoria's annoyance reached its peak as the door creaked open.

"Your Highness Victoria, the diary of Her Highness the Fifth Princess that you requested."

The maid Sarah came to him with steady steps, bowed respectfully, and handed the diary over with both hands.

"Go down."

"Yes."

The tightly closed brown diary was like a dusty Pandora's box, lying quietly on the table.

Grace had the habit of writing a diary a long time ago, and her maid Sarah had reported it to her.

Of course, in order to respect the privacy of the imperial sister, I have never opened it to take a look...

Even if the diary has been carefully maintained, you can still see the traces of time left on it.

Grace took a long time... Would she also record that illicit emotion in her diary?

The bright moonlight, the hot breath, the gentle touch, the moist cherry lips, and the different dreams in the same bed, the memories of last night once again flooded into my mind.

Victoria leaned back on the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, and was extremely hesitant for a moment.

Forget it… I wasn’t the slightest bit cowardly when I negotiated alone with the Cardans, so what am I afraid of now?

She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and gently opened the diary.

The pages of the book were gently turned by her slender fingertips, but it brought a heavy mountain - pressing down on Victoria's brows.

With every passing minute and every second, there was never a moment of relaxation. Instead, it felt like a rope strangling the throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Victoria flipped through the pages until she reached the last page. The gray, dry ink that had once soaked the paper was exactly what she felt now.

She closed the diary irritably and sighed.

The imperial sister likes me much more than I imagined, and this feeling has exceeded what I can accept.

That's why...she drank the poisoned wine so decisively.

Forget it, it’s all in the past, and the princess has already forgotten about it.

Victoria lowered her eyes and thought deeply for a long time. She took out a golden fountain pen and a piece of letter paper from the desk and wrote a paragraph:

“Nurki Argerich, Grace was injured recently. As the fiancé of the royal sister Grace, although it is inconvenient for me to enter the palace, I hope you can keep in touch with her through letters.

At the very least, he would send his servants to give her a bouquet of beautiful tulips as a gift every day.

I wish you a happy and long future marriage - Victoria Laing."

That should be enough, right?

Victoria looked at the letter in front of her, the black words on the white paper, and her heart felt like a filthy river was blocked.

Although this is what I want to express, it always makes people feel that something is wrong.

She folded the letter and put it into a hardcover envelope, then gave it to the maid and asked her to deliver it to the Argerich family outside the palace.

Victoria walked through the long and narrow corridor and arrived at the door of Grace's bedroom where she was recuperating.

Even though the door was closed, she could still vaguely hear someone talking in the room through the sound that leaked out.

Victoria thought it was the maids serving Grace and walked in without thinking.

“Lucia struggled and argued, ‘The disaster was caused by magic, not me!’ But she had already accumulated too many sins on the first day she became a witch, and killed countless people…”

With a creak, the door opened, and the sweet voice of the imperial sister, like the sound of rustling snow, came to an abrupt end.

"Sister Royal..."

"Her Royal Highness Victoria..."

The imperial sister who had secretly kissed him last night was now being held in Afro's arms like a baby, with her cheeks flushed.

And after seeing me, the expressions on their faces became panicked, as if they were caught cheating.

Do girls usually get along with each other in this way?

The extreme gap seemed like a deception, and Victoria's mood suddenly fell into an icy cave.

Dark clouds densely covered the sky and earth, and a rainstorm that would swallow up the whole world seemed about to strike at the next moment.