Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The most difficult thing to deal with in the world is sincere words from the heart.

"I'm sorry, Grace."

Victoria apologized softly. She was not as hard-hearted as imagined. She lowered her head for the first time, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow like a fan.

Like her conscience, there is, but not much.

Grace took in all of that man's emotions with a cold heart.

Why do you still have to act so heartbroken and pitiful now?

I can neither be so heartless and abandon all conscience, nor can I give up this hypocritical family affection.

Victoria you are the biggest hypocrite in the world.

Having used her apology and guilt to the extreme, the corners of Grace's mouth curled up slightly.

"Imperial sister, I don't need your apology."

This time, Grace took the initiative to break the ice. She clenched her teeth slightly, suppressed the nausea of ​​coming into contact with the person in front of her, and leaned her chin on Victoria's shoulder.

The rich scent of tuberose could not conceal his dislike for Victoria.

She rubbed against him like a tamed kitten, and Victoria's golden hair brushed against her cheek lightly, which was a little itchy.

This is a skill Grace learned from her "ex" over a long period of time.

A skill of acting cute that no one can resist.

The burning temperature was close to the plump earlobe with the huge round earrings hanging on it. Grace asked softly,

"Royal sister, I just want to know if I can be useful to you? Can I be someone who cannot be abandoned?"

At this moment, the originally solemn and confrontational atmosphere gradually became relaxed and peaceful.

Victoria's body, which had been tense all the time, became soft at this moment.

"Grace is very useful. Don't underestimate yourself."

"I know that my sister is very emotionally fragile."

Grace continued to speak in a soft and sad voice.

"But I can learn something like my sister, enter the political arena, and become someone useful to my sister, even if it means using her..."

"As long as I can become someone indispensable to my sister... then my sister won't be able to abandon me."

He took advantage of Victoria's guilt and possessiveness, magnified them, and then naturally used Victoria's connections to enter the political arena.

That’s exactly what Grace is all about.

Of course, Victoria would be perfunctory at first, but in the end, as long as your performance was convincing enough to convince her, you would be able to touch her core interests.

This would take a very long time, which was totally inconsistent with the time Emperor Kevin required.

However, Grace knew in her heart that Kevin was just making up an excuse to get rid of her.

He probably never imagined that the Fifth Princess, who was weak and obsessed with flowers and plants, would actually find out the source of the outflow of magic crystals.

What I have to do now is to show Kevin that I am worthy of support.

"You should take good care of yourself first. There is no rush for this matter..."

Victoria was obviously more alert than expected. She patted Grace's back to comfort her and then gently covered the girl with a blanket.

Victoria's golden hair hung down like messy seaweed, and Grace lay on her back as if floating in the deep sea.

She looked at her sister's face, which was very close and most similar to hers, and deliberately released the bait wrapped in a pitiful sentence.

"Royal sister, are you...really going to abandon me this time?"

"No."

Guilt forced Victoria to take the bait. At this moment, she completely entered the role of a gentle and considerate elder sister, lowering her eyelashes and explaining,

"I was wondering...what kind of task should I assign to Grace?"

Grace reached out from under the quilt and tugged at Victoria's sleeve obediently and excitedly.

"Then why don't I accompany my sister to handle government affairs?"

"No."

Victoria's pupils shrank suddenly and she refused immediately. Then she thought for a second and smiled, and made an irresistible decision.

"Grace, I have other plans."

……

Boom, boom, boom.

The church bells rang out, and the four o'clock winter afternoon sun shone obliquely into the church. The door that opened inward cast a dark shadow on the glazed floor.

Aphrodite stood in a trance at the end of the church, under the majestic statue of the goddess.

Her beautiful eyebrows drooped slightly, and her emerald green eyes were now as scattered as disturbed pool water, staring blankly at the ground.

Believers behind her were hurrying to and fro, and she placed her hand on the resonance stone at the base of the goddess statue, seeking answers to her inner questions.

Why……

Why does Victoria have such deep hostility towards herself?

My memory quietly returned to that special day when I first met Grace in the church.

Afro vaguely remembers...

In Victoria's carriage, the two sisters hugged each other in an inexplicable atmosphere.

Then...Victoria said something like Grace was going to be her sister's bride and was going to marry her sister.

Victoria seems to be a perverted lesbian, right?

Grace and she have a good relationship, so they are also...

When she thought of this, Afro frowned unconsciously, her slender fingers grasped the sensing stone in annoyance, and her toes tapped the ground impatiently.

Wait! If Grace and her sister have such a good relationship, why...

Why did she tell herself that she was the treasure she wanted to hide?

Afro's cheeks inexplicably turned red, and like every teenage girl, she began to have some strange delusions in her mind.

No, that should be the strange words Grace said when she was deeply cursed, right?

Speaking of which, what is the relationship between me and Grace, and between Grace and Victoria?

So curious.

"go out."

"No looking in the mirror."

The image of the princess trying her best to resist the blush on her cheeks and trying to speak words of resistance with a stern face flashed before his eyes.

Grace like this is really cute, especially cute.

If she showed more of this lovely side of her, Grace wouldn't be so lonely, right?

Afro couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. She gently stroked the sensing stone, and the sweetness that only one person could enjoy secretly overflowed in the holy church.

Suddenly, a low female voice sounded in my ears.

"Your Majesty Aphrodite, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing..."

Afro woke up as if from a dream, quickly withdrew his hand, glanced around nonchalantly and explained,

"I just finished my prayer mission for today and just took a look."

The visitor was about thirty-five years old, with brown hair and brown eyes, and a female body wrapped in a blue and white monastic robe. She was Sister Jimas from the church.

She has been at St. Varisi's Church for ten years and has a calm personality and great prestige.

Sister Jimas smiled gently and asked curiously,

"I see you have been in a daze for a long time under the statue of the goddess, and your expression is very happy. Is there something happy? Or do you have any new insights into light?"

Afro felt a little guilty for a moment when asked this question.

Her eyes bounced back and forth like billiard balls, and she finally came up with a ridiculous excuse and said:

"Because my brother was released recently, I feel much better."

But this seemed too deliberate, so Afro's clever brain suddenly had an idea and changed the subject to chat.

"Ah, by the way, Sister Gemas, are there any special books in the church for beginners of magical perception?"

really!

Sister Jimas followed through on her own words and patiently answered,

"Maybe there is one in the library? Your Majesty, would you like to take some time to take a look?"

"Thank you, Sister Jimas. I'll be leaving now."

Afro smiled slightly, and she quickly took this opportunity to slip away, feeling inexplicably guilty inside.

"You're welcome, Your Majesty Aphrodite. This is what I should do."

With hurried steps, as if she was afraid of being seen through, Afro hurriedly opened the side door on the left and prepared to go to the library.

The corridor leading to the library in the church is narrow, and the colorful glass reflects a wonderful and holy light under the sunlight, illuminating the entire corridor.

Speaking of which, because of the blessing of the goddess, I was born with a keen perception of magic, which led to my terrible grades in the magic perception class.

I haven't studied seriously at all!

After studying hard in the library this time, maybe I can teach Grace?

Would Grace, who would become his student at that time, still be as hypocritical as she is now?

She would definitely say with a straight face - "I am the princess, we are different in status, how can I call you teacher?"

Thinking of this, Afro couldn't help but smile softly, and her beautiful eyes narrowed into shallow crescents.

She couldn't help but clap her hands like a sea dog, but she found that the "Goddess Chronicle" in her hand was nowhere to be found...

The only place I’ve been to is…under the statue of the goddess!

Aphrodite hurriedly turned around to retrieve her treasure, but when she pushed open the wooden door leading to the goddess statue, something unexpected happened.

The tall wooden door was enough to conceal the girl's petite body, giving her the opportunity to hear Sister Gemas's quiet conversation with others.

"Jimas, do you really believe what Afro said?"

"Hmm? I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Lying is not allowed in a church, especially in front of the statue of the goddess."

"You are stupid, how can girls admit this?"

Another nun with a shrill voice questioned, "I think Afro must have fallen in love."

The nuns' work is boring. Most of the time, they are no different from the old ladies in the neighborhood, who like to discuss gossip between people.

The more powerful a person is, the more likely it is that some outrageous news will spread.

Jimas retorted carefully, "Don't say these things carelessly."

"What's the big deal? Liking someone doesn't go against the teachings. You just can't get married. Didn't Afro's expression just now look exactly the same as that of Miss Jenny?"

Miss Jenny is not a believer, she has a crush on Benjamin the Guard Knight in the church.

Almost every day when she had time, Miss Jenny would come to the church and sit there all day, openly peeking at her beloved knight.

Afro frowned and looked across, where a knight in silver armor was standing guard at the church like a puppet.

In front of him, a beautiful brown-haired girl was holding up her head, looking at him lovingly with rosy cheeks.

The air was stagnant for a moment, and Jimas remained silent, seemingly not believing such absurd words at all.

Afro's heart, which had been pounding with nervousness, finally relaxed.

This is totally nonsense. Look, Jimas didn't even pay any attention to her!

"It seems to be true."

It was not until Sister Jimas's steady voice made a solemn evaluation that Afro's mysterious self-confidence finally fell into self-confusion.