Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Your Highness, your character is really bad, so you need a little punishment."

The holy voice sounded like it was sentencing the vicious criminal hanging on the cross, full of harshness and solemnity.

"?"

Is this another special side of him? Just like before, he sheds his docile shell and reveals his true nature.

Grace couldn't help but look at Afro.

She stood in front of the desk and picked up a bottle of potion with scary dark green bubbles from behind the roses and tulips.

No, but judging from the bottle covered with a thin layer of corrosive hot smoke, Grace even thought it was a poison that would surely kill anyone who swallowed it.

The corners of the girl's mouth drooped, and the words "I'm unhappy" were written all over her face. Some strange color was dancing in her green eyes.

At this moment, Grace finally understood why Afro locked the door when entering.

"So... this is why you locked the door?"

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

Afro nodded, gently shook the conical bottle in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth to a perfunctory 30 degrees.

Because of the suppressed restless emotions, such a holy smile does not seem very friendly.

"If you take off your clothes to heal, you need to lock the door, right? But since it's a special potion, it will be very painful, you know?"

"Originally, the massage would have alleviated the pain, but... Her Highness Grace's attitude today was too bad."

"So I will use all my strength... Please don't make any strange noises and be patient, otherwise Her Highness Victoria will think I am bullying you."

Grace blinked in surprise, not fear.

So...Afro has a dark side in his attributes?

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87. A special feeling developed

Nurki is affiliated with the Imperial Pharmacy. Unlike the imperial doctors, the people in the Pharmacy are mainly responsible for taking a broader step in magical medicine.

After ordinary magic potions are absorbed by the human body, they will flow along the magic lines of the body to gradually release the dead energy that hinders the body's recovery.

In recent years, the atmosphere of the entire Rhine Empire has been in a stage of fierce competition and flourishing development, so new things are constantly being born.

Unlike traditional conservative potion makers, Nurki's apprenticeship was the late legendary potion master Marcia, who belonged to the new school of potion makers.

The new way is to let the patient take pure magic juice, and at the same time combine it with external application and massage guidance from assistants to use pure magic potion to counteract the death energy.

The old-school process is a bit like dredging and flood control. The new-school approach will be a hundred thousand times more painful than the old-school approach.

But it will also get better faster.

Afro pinched the bottleneck of the potion and looked down at Grace from the bedside.

Like the tranquility of falling snowflakes, Grace leaned quietly against the bed with her hands folded in front of her abdomen.

Her eyelashes were long and her red eyes were fixed on him. Her delicate face was like a cold doll. She refused.

"No, I don't need to reduce the pain, you leave it there and I can drink it myself."

“This is not for drinking.”

But now, simply putting on a cold expression was no longer enough to dissuade Afro.

Aren’t those red eyes as clear as glass filled with watery expectations?

Grace actually didn't object to her own behavior, she just habitually refused and habitually stayed away from people.

but……

This is just a little punishment added to the treatment. Isn't it normal to have pain during treatment?

Of course, the ultimate goal is not to deliberately punish Her Royal Highness the Princess, but as a friend you must open your heart, right?

For someone as aloof and difficult to deal with as Grace, who else could have a genuine conversation with her except her perverted possessive sister?

Even though Miss Afro had already made harsh words, she was kind and gentle by nature, so she still stopped at the last minute.

You can't treat others like that.

"As long as Your Highness Grace tells me the reason, I can put down the potion and leave immediately..."

She slowed down her tone, bent down, and moved her pretty and clean face forward, trying to keep their eyes level.

Generally speaking, the princess's personal maid must accompany the princess from a very young age.

For the princess, a personal maid must be completely trustworthy.

The sudden need to change the maid must have something happened, but Grace just wouldn't say it.

This made Afro feel helpless, as if all his concern was in vain and he could do nothing but stamp his feet.

"Why does Her Highness Grace need to find another one when she already has a personal maid?"

The holy girl's question reached Grace's ears, her voice as soft and pious as a prayer to God.

The thick walls of the heart have not yet been opened.

Of course, Grace couldn't tell her how precarious her situation was.

Grace's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved to the window, as if avoiding someone's sight, and she said without any ups and downs:

"I've already told you this, you just don't believe it."

Another attack failed.

As events piled up one after another, Afro scratched his head, feeling itchy and as if ants were crawling all over his body.

She simply opened the stopper of the potion bottle made of unknown material with a pop, shook it, and horrifying white smoke came out of the bottle.

She asked again, "So, Her Highness Grace's choice is to accept the punishment, right?"

“I didn’t choose.”

Grace turned her face to the side and uttered four words in a stern tone.

The smooth and delicate profile was fully captured in Aphrodite's eyes, and the small earlobes as smooth as white jade were rarely revealed like tender buds breaking through the ground, which was very suitable for playing with.

Of course, it's still cold.

But the look of this high-class beauty, coupled with Grace's tone and actions, made Afro feel a subtle sense of reluctance.

My mood improved a little.

The princess who didn't let him leave but pretended not to care was very cute.

Like a proud cat that is unbridled yet weak, if you try to reach out and touch her, you will be scratched.

But once you move a little away from her, she will wag her tail and meow in front of you pretending to be nonchalant.

It will be even cuter when you scratch your belly later~

"But! This is both a punishment and a treatment, so Your Highness Grace, you have no choice."

The colors in Afro's eyes were embellished with a kind of pleasant sweetness, sparkling.

She waved her hand deliberately in front of Grace, and her voice could not help but draw out the tone, which was greasy and soft, just like coaxing a child.

"Just like a child who is afraid of bitterness can't choose not to treat the disease just because the potion is bitter, right?"

"Ah……"

Grace glanced gloomily at the claw waving in front of her, and finally remained silent. She simply picked up the book she had just read and continued reading.

Silence is tacit consent in many cases.

Afro placed the opened potion bottle steadily on the desk next to her, then climbed onto the bed.

The bed began to collapse, and Afro slowly moved towards Grace like a four-legged puppy.

Grace, who had been holding the book high and not looking at anyone, felt her heart skip a beat.

She put the book in front of her belly and couldn't help but ask through gritted teeth, "What are you doing? Did I let you come up?"

"I've said this many times."

Afro smiled brightly, seemingly never realizing that her behavior was rude.

——One hand was placed on Grace’s shoulder, and the other hand was pinching the edge of the quilt, as if he wanted to lift the entire quilt.

Especially to pull out Grace who is staying in her comfort zone.

"I hate people touching me. It's very rude, Miss Afro Argerich. I don't want to play any boring games with you anymore."

Grace stared sharply at Miss Afro, who was less than thirty centimeters in front of her.

The girl's face was gloomy as if she had been offended, and her voice was slightly lowered, like a cat that arched its body and meowed threateningly.

"If you want to play house, you can play with the maid outside."

"Your ankle is completely broken. You need to follow the magic lines on both feet to clear the blockage. If you want to recover and walk faster, you must use massage."

Afro showed a gentlemanly look at this moment, her dog-like droopy almond eyes narrowed into a slit, she smiled and said,

"As long as Victoria can do the job, I can leave right away."

"..."

Grace closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a sword.

"But did I ask you to take off my dress?"

Yes, Afro not only lifted the blanket that was wrapped around Grace's cold body, but her slender white hands had already begun to grab the hem of her nightgown...

Keep lifting up...

The feeling changed from warm to cold, and the cloth brushed against the thin calves.

Even with the constant temperature magic circle turned on, the indoor temperature was not high enough to go shirtless in the summer.

The stress instinct was like a paralyzing electric current, which tightened and contracted Grace's soft muscles in an instant.

For the first time, she took the initiative and grabbed the girl's wrist.

"Aphrodite! Don't you think your behavior is very rude?"

Grace questioned seriously, narrowing her eyes, like a ferocious little beast crawling on all fours in a defensive posture.

Afro slowed down his movements, glanced outside the door, and said innocently:

"Then shall I call the maid outside?"

"..."

Grace let go of her hand and fell silent again.

If Afro wasn't a nun, she wouldn't have such improper thoughts about others.

"No! You don't understand - I don't need it now... I don't need it..."

Grace wanted to say something, but she didn't know what reason to use to answer Afuluo.

She needed to quickly heal her ankle so that she could better navigate the political arena, but she was awkwardly resisting any contact with Afro.

The forced feeling would remind her of that woman, imprisoned in the hospital bed, with disgusting hugs and caresses.

"It's just medication, Your Highness Grace."

But unlike that woman, Afro immediately withdrew his hand and explained gently.

Like a dog that stood at attention obediently after receiving an order from its owner, it sat on the bed in a duck sitting position.