Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Are they exactly the same?

how can that be possible?

Afro widened his eyes in panic and anxiety, the blood in his body was rushing, and his cheeks were burning hot because of the unclear words.

In the red-carpeted church hall leading to the statue of the goddess, there is a mirror specially set up for the believers' clothing.

She took a deep breath and ran here with big strides.

The girl in the mirror was panting slightly because of her rapid pace.

The clear green pupils are full of vigilance against unknown emotions, and the peach-like red remains on the fair face.

? ! ! ?

It seems... a little?

No! It's totally not like that!

Afro shook her head firmly and pinched her soft and tender right cheek.

How is it possible... that he is a pervert who likes girls like Her Highness Grace?

And nuns cannot fall in love with anyone other than the goddess! And Her Highness Grace will become my brother's wife and my sister-in-law...

I shouldn't be that kind of person, right?

83. The shadow of the previous life

What is the most refreshing thing in life?

Was it the moment of revenge? Not for Grace.

The most refreshing thing is to return to the magnificent villa area after finishing a day's classes at sunset.

No, it doesn’t matter whether it is a villa or not, at least it is full of human true feelings.

My grandfather, the head of a chaebol, wears reading glasses but is passionate about billiards.

He was a bad player who couldn't beat anyone, but he always swung his club and smiled amiably when he saw me.

"Grace? Do you want to spar with me? Ahem! I won't let you win this time!"

My aunt always liked to walk her teddy dog ​​named Diamond in the garden, which was dressed more flamboyantly than humans.

She didn't like to keep the dog on a leash in her own garden, so she and the servants often ran around the house shouting "Diamond~Diamond~Where are you" in a panic looking for the dog.

My mother likes to cook, so she pesters my father to cook in the open kitchen, and the two of them respectfully prepare dinner or BBQ together.

After class, my cousin would come over with sparkling eyes and quietly pull her sleeves.

"Grace, do you want to sneak out and play video games together today?"

The seeds of everyone's personality are planted in childhood.

The personality named Grace was born in childhood, died in youth, and what followed was a painful hell.

When Grace found out that she had taken back everything that belonged to her and had everyone under her feet, the feeling was not as good as she had imagined.

The goal that I have been pursuing for a long time has been achieved, and my once indestructible heart has been scattered like a dandelion by the wind.

Nothing can fill the void brought by confusion except absurd love.

Grace admitted that she used a lot of dirty tricks after fighting the group of man-eating crows in the mall.

Illegal competition, price premium, coercion and inducement, reselling, land occupation, except for the unjustifiable methods of murder and robbery, Grace did almost everything that was prohibited by the law.

The rise of capital in any form will never be clean.

To be honest, my success in revenge was largely due to the help of that woman.

Even though she didn't want to recall it, Grace could still clearly pronounce her name - Irene.

Yes, Miss Irene is the heiress to a group that is even larger than her own family's chaebol, and is good at manipulating power.

Therefore, she knows better than anyone how to play with a sincere heart.

……

"Ms. Grace, we have received a real-name report that you are suspected of illegal competition, extortion, environmental damage, smuggling, illegal occupation of land and other crimes. Please come with us."

The moment when the policeman in serious uniform locked her slender wrist with the cold silver handcuffs.

Irene was sitting at her desk in her gorgeous rose-red dress, looking at herself quietly.

"wait me back."

Even though the handcuffs had locked up a dark future, Grace looked back at her beautiful self without much emotion, and just treated it as a routine check-up.

Because you can easily escape by just using a few connections.

But this time, all actions were met with unusually difficult obstacles.

As the legal hammer fell mercilessly, he was sentenced to a full sixteen years in prison, and all his properties, including shares, were acquired by Irene.

Grace was in the dock, and she would never forget the moment of the verdict. The lover with whom she was so close that she hugged each other every night could actually do such a thing.

Irene was a traitor! A complete traitor, no different from them, a prisoner of interests, a beast of desire that had lost all humanity.

Countless calls of "cute", countless voices of "like" whispered in the ear, countless times of closeness between hearts, are all completely fake!

Grace was so angry that she was about to go crazy. Her eyes were red as if bleeding. She wanted to rush out of the guards' blockade and grab Irene's neck and ask -

"Why did you betray me? Why?"

But she didn't have the chance to ask this question again. Her frail female body was unable to break through the obstruction of the court guards.

Grace looked at Irene, whose eyes were still full of love and doting. She sat in the audience as the crowd receded like a tide, and she smiled brightly like a rose with poisonous thorns.

Her eyes never just looked at herself with love, but looked at everyone, mocking their sincerity.

At this moment, Grace finally understood why she, who was high up in the world and an elite in the workplace, would be so kind as to pick up an abandoned and down-and-out young lady on such a stormy night.

It turns out that Irene had thought about it a long time ago.

As a superior person, she just wants to watch this kind of boring yet inspirational revenge drama to relieve her boredom.

After being imprisoned, she was not held in a cold and desolate women's prison, but in a special holding room with a clean floor and a soft bed.

She knew it was the work of her predecessor, Irene.

Grace was not a love-sick woman. She spent a whole half month in prison, unable to sleep and tossing and turning.

Whenever I closed my eyes and thought of Irene's false look when the gavel fell, my stomach always churned and I had an uncontrollable urge to vomit, and my whole body was cold and shivering as if I was drenched in ice water in winter.

The vows of love are lies.

Only then did Grace realize how ridiculous the love that comes from lending a helping hand to others when they are most down and out and desperate is.

Because you have no one to rely on, and because you are the only one in this world who has a little kindness towards yourself.

No matter who it is, as long as they give her a hand at this time and show enough kindness, they can give their true heart to her without hesitation.

What kind of love is this?

It was just a drowning man grasping at straws, a hungry fish finding a bloody bait in the dark waters.

Grace never figured out what true and healthy love is?

But she thought that if she were given another chance to choose love, she would capture the other person's heart with her personality, excellence, and destined attraction when the other person was at his or her strongest moment, and then face the uncertain future together.

Of course, Grace is not someone who would accept her fate. She is more resilient than anyone else.

She had planned to find sharp objects in the prison, seek medical treatment in prison as an excuse for her injuries, and then escape during the chaos.

But the tornado of reality was faster than imagined, and Grace was transferred on the fifteenth day after being imprisoned under the pretext of medical parole.

The destination is the luxurious hospital owned by Irene.

Of course, Grace was not naive enough to think that this was Irene's change of heart.

Instead, she used the excuse of being simply ill to try to control herself completely, and used the excuse that Grace was ill and Irene was taking care of her as an excuse to control the board members who originally belonged to the family.

How could there be such contradictory people?

She also said that she only liked to see people on the verge of despair, because that was the only way she could feel physical and mental pleasure.

In the luxurious ward of the hospital, Grace had a big fight with Irene who was visiting her.

No, it should be said that Grace was venting her anger unilaterally, and Irene didn't even say a word of explanation.

He just admires it like a pet and occasionally reveals a look of pity.

Later, the relationship gradually became abnormal.

The previously loving intercourse turned into a tit-for-tat battleground.

No, it was not just the arena. Grace sometimes felt like she was drifting on a dark, sea with howling waves, and the cold and heavy rain could come at any time.

Irene would always use the straps used to restrain patients to wrap her hands, make her body fit more closely, and return to her previous track.

But Grace just wanted to vomit. She felt disgusted to be even slightly close to a woman who enjoyed trampling on others and taming pets.

If Irene tied her hands, Grace would struggle violently with her feet.

If her legs were opened and fixed, Grace would bite Irene's shoulder hard with her sharp teeth until her mouth was full of blood.

If even your mouth is blocked, then you will have to use all the strength of your waist to resist.

As long as Grace doesn't want to, she can't tame this unruly wild cat, even if she has to strangle it.

After countless fierce struggles, the scars on their bodies were left with horrifying, indelible new scars before they could heal.

Grace also gradually began to hate contact.

Finally, during a messy fit, Irene seemed a little tired of this kind of life.

She looked at Grace's body, which was as red as a shrimp tail, her eyes were unfocused but she was still gritting her teeth with an unyielding look, and finally chose to give up.

ended.

After that, Irene didn't come again for a whole year.

……

The winter sunset lengthened the afterimages of the dry trees on both sides of the cobblestone avenue. The magic lights in the imperial capital were lit up at night, and the slightly blue night sky was dotted with a few sparse stars.

In the study of the five-story villa, Nurkic Argerich sat at the desk, looking at the avenue in the distance from time to time, patiently waiting for his sister to come home.

He received a letter from Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria this afternoon, saying that she hoped to have more contact with Her Royal Highness Grace.

Nurkhi held the letter with tulips and the royal emblem on it, sighed sadly, and frowned.

The most difficult thing to deal with in this life is women...

There was no way that he could like Her Highness Grace, and Her Highness Grace didn't look like a simple person at all...

If only people could be as simple as magic potions.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the night fell completely, and the family flag with a white griffin printed on it was faintly visible from the end of the road, returning in the wind under the galloping of horses.

Afro is back.

His originally furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, Nurky stood up from the desk quickly and walked downstairs at a rapid pace.

Walking through the mahogany staircase and across the magnificent lobby, Nurkic walked briskly to the gate steps where the carriage was parked.

The gentle and considerate sister was getting off the carriage with the help of the maid, stepping on the crossbar of the carriage.

Nurkic was about to wave to his sister to come over, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Nurky."

Nurky looked back and saw Ted, wearing a dark black top hat and a butler's uniform, bowing respectfully to him.

Because I had to go to the medical clinic, I asked Mr. Ted to go to the Francis family to look for Miss Nora.

Nurky glanced at Afro who was coming towards him and asked Ted,

"How's the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Ted shook his head regretfully.

"Mr. Nurky, I have searched the entire Francis family and have not found a noble lady named Nora."

"Is there no such person as Nora Francis?"