Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace raised her chin slightly, her eyes drifted towards the door, and she unceremoniously signaled, "It's time for you to leave."

Afro's heart felt like it was struck by a hammer, and she felt a little cold. She patted her chest and tried to save her.

"I deliberately took the introductory course on magic perception. Your Highness Grace, didn't you want me to teach you magic before? I can do it now, how about it?"

"Thank you for your efforts, Afro, but it's no use. If there is nothing else particularly important, you don't need to come to me for the time being."

Grace spoke in a deliberately distant tone, even pulling the small pull cord at the head of the bed.

——That was a sound generator similar to an alarm bell that the nobles built to call their personal maids at night.

Once it is pulled, the personal maids will arrive immediately.

This time I really want to drive myself away!

Why is this happening? So Grace is angry about what she did to herself?

Afro's pupils suddenly widened, and she almost jumped out of the bed. Her brows were furrowed in anxiety that was visible to the naked eye.

Don't want to be driven away.

"Sorry... Grace, um, I didn't mean it just now."

The girl hurriedly grabbed Grace's sleeve, like a puppy biting its owner's trouser leg, and gently pulled it, trying to win back the princess' heart, and said pitifully,

"I, I just wanted you to get better as soon as possible. I didn't mean to bully you."

Grace took a deep breath, closed her eyes tiredly, rubbed her temples, and said firmly,

"Tomorrow, you don't need to come. Let's all calm down."

Afro became even more anxious. She clutched the sleeve of Her Royal Highness the Princess, moved closer to Grace, and asked in panic,

"What's the problem? Grace, is there no way we can communicate?"

Grace's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to open her eyes with great difficulty. Her red pupils reflected Afro's panicked face meaningfully.

Wanting to say something even more heartless, Grace finally said hesitantly:

"Afro, your answer just now...isn't it obvious?"

"My answer?" - Did my answer upset Grace?

Does she like me?

Stupid Afro has absolutely no idea about emotions.

She knew that Her Royal Highness the Princess liked women, but... Grace didn't seem to like her performance that much.

What does Grace mean?

Afro's brain was overloaded and he was almost in a trance.

It's like a complex math problem. You always think you have got the correct answer, but when you check it again, you get a new value.

Knock, knock, knock on the door rhythmically, and then the maid's clear voice came through the wall.

"Your Highness Grace, why is the door to your bedroom locked?"

"I'll open it right away."

Grace responded and pretended to push herself up from the bed with her delicate arms to open the door.

Didn't even consider my own thoughts!

Afro pursed her lips, grasped her slender wrist anxiously, and reminded her,

"Grace, your ankle is broken right now?!"

"open!"

Grace gritted her teeth and tried to pull her wrist free, "The maid is outside the door, I'm going to open the door."

But how could a seriously ill patient in bed be a match for Afro?

Afro has the strength to lift Grace up.

The answer from the nun was - "No."

"Your Highness Grace, what happened in there?"

"No."

Grace first answered the maid outside the door loudly, and then said to herself word by word,

"Let go of your hands, A-Fu-Luo."

Those red eyes were staring at her intently. If she continued like this, Afro even felt that she would be completely hated.

"..."

Afro didn't know with what mood she let go.

But when she saw Grace quickly retract her arm and pull up her sleeve with a hint of disgust, her heart felt as if it were soaked in magic juice, bitter and indescribably uncomfortable.

"Then you should take good care of yourself..."

Afro hung his head in despair, climbed down from the bed angrily, and walked towards the door with slightly heavy steps.

She passed the desk and the bright roses that represented the passion of love.

"Grace..."

A kind of regret in her heart made Afro unable to help but look back.

She looked at Grace, who was sitting on the bed like a flower on a mountain top and could not be touched, and explained seriously,

"The flowers were not given by my brother. I chose them. They are very beautiful..."

“Don’t let them wither away so easily.”

The voice was soft, like some kind of prayer.

"understood."

Finally, the lock clicked open, Avro opened the door, and then the footsteps of the maids entered the chamber.

But the nun left the princess's bedroom in dejection.

"Your Highness Grace, what should we do with these roses and tulips?"

Sarah, the maid, suddenly asked while cleaning the room.

Grace put the book in her hand on the desk, her eyes looked through the window at the end of the carriage shadow gradually disappearing, and said softly:

"Find a beautiful vase to keep it in. Put my hair up today and pick one of them to wear."

……

The journey from the palace to Argerich takes about two hours, so Afro arrived home at three in the afternoon.

During this period, my father was still handling government affairs at the Ministry of Finance, and my mother had to attend the tea parties for aristocratic ladies even though she disliked life in the imperial capital.

As soon as his elder brother Nuerki felt a little better, he devoted himself tirelessly to the Imperial Alchemy Factory, and it was common for him to be away from home for several days.

Because they are a collateral branch, their estate is only adjacent to the orthodox Argerich family.

The only person in the whole family who can talk is the maid Meilin.

Afro thought for a long time, but her shallow life experience was not enough for her to find the correct answer.

She decided to go and ask her half-mother, the maid Miss Meilin.

Miss Meilin is now almost forty years old. As the head maid, she is now half the housekeeper of the family, managing the other servants in the house.

Afro found the maid Meilin from the kitchen, pulled her into his bedroom, and asked questions like a junior seeking help from an elder.

"What could possibly worry the Saint Lady of the Holy See of Light?"

Meilin leaned against the red wall and glanced at Afro with a joking attitude.

"Mei Lin, stop messing around. The coronation ceremony hasn't started yet. I'm not a saint yet..."

Afro quickly shook her head sadly, and patted Meilin's arm to show the seriousness of the incident.

"Hmm? Then tell me."

Meilin also straightened her expression and tilted her ear slightly, intending to listen carefully.

"that is……"

Afro lowered her eyes, and like a young girl in love, she spoke haltingly.

"I have a friend who suddenly asked me - do I have special feelings for her?"

"Oh?"

Meilin raised an eyebrow in slight interest.

Afro tugged at the corner of her clothes in annoyance, racking her brains to find the right words to describe it.

"Well... I said I treated her as a good friend... Then she got angry and drove me away, saying that she didn't want to see me again..."

"Ma'am, mainly what do you think?"

What do you think?

Afro spoke out the true answer in his heart almost without hesitation.

"Of course I want to continue to be good friends with her!"

"That's why."

"why?"

Afro looked at Miss Meilin in confusion, desperately hoping to get an answer.

"From what I can see, your friend must have special feelings for you, Miss. He rejected your answer and is trying to avoid his feelings by driving you away."

As someone who has experienced this, Meilin pointed out the reason directly.

So... Her Royal Highness the Princess likes me?

After receiving this answer, Afro's pupils suddenly shrank.

I don't know why I felt so excited inside, but what followed was endless self-blame and heaviness.

"Then what should I do?"

Afro looked at Meilin blankly, eager for an answer.

"Miss, there are only two ways to deal with other people's feelings. One is to reject them cleanly and neatly, and the other is to agree to them readily."

As if to give courage, Meilin placed her hands on Afro's shoulders and taught softly in a calm voice,

"It's a wrong move to want to maintain the original relationship while still contacting the other person."

"But Miss, you are the Saint of the Holy See of Light, so... this is impossible, right?"

At this point, Afro suddenly understood with the help of others.

Is that so?

So that's why the look Grace gave him at the last moment was so resolute, right?

Afro never thought that human love could be so heavy.

It's impossible from a gender perspective.

If the engagement was not cancelled, Grace would be his future sister-in-law, which was ethically impossible.

But I have to be loyal to the goddess and to my faith, so I can't respond to that feeling no matter what.

When he thought of this, Afro couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"Ha...thank you, Meilin."

She just felt that the world was like a heavy mountain, suddenly pressing down on her heart, overwhelming the joy in her heart and making it hard to breathe.

……

Afro sat on the bed and stared at the sky outside the window, from the blood-red dim yellow to the dark night, from the twinkling stars to the dawn.

Tonight, the girl couldn't sleep all night.

89. Aphrodite's desire has reached the threshold