Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Snap, as expected, was the sound of the string of reason breaking, and also the sound of a slap falling on delicate skin.

Afro's clenched fist finally fell on Grace's wrist with five fingers spread out.

Grace easily fended off Afro's attack.

After all, Afulo's completely out-of-control expression made anyone guess what she would do next.

Grace's mouth drooped, and she looked down at her again with cold eyes, and asked lightly,

"Angry? Furious?"

Afro, who was overwhelmed by blasphemous rage, wanted to do something, but found that he could not move at all.

The light in Afro's eyes trembled and dissipated like an earthquake.

As cold as frost - the girl's voice was without a trace of warmth.

Afro could only maintain his current posture, looking at Grace's cold and beautiful face that looked like a doll, getting closer and closer.

The index finger, which was colder than that of an ordinary person, hooked his chin like snow.

Her Royal Highness forced herself to look into her eyes.

At the same time, the white index finger grabbed the collar around her neck almost roughly and pulled it towards her.

The leather collar pressed against her throat, sending a humiliating pain through her nerves. Afro could even imagine that her skin might have turned red.

Afro saw the aggressive red eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess and felt that she could only let her control her like a doll.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, wearing the collar means that I am now your god?"

Grace gave an unfriendly smile, "Please be respectful to your gods."

11. It's your treat today.

Thinking of the magic flowing through the collar, thinking of Grace's insistence on letting herself wear it.

Grace can control herself through the collar! She can even use the collar to force herself to do something she doesn't want to do!

At this moment, Afro was finally convinced that Her Royal Highness the Princess, no, Grace, this bad woman was completely deceiving herself.

She uses her kindness as a weapon and controls herself through the collar around her neck.

Finally, I will get the pleasure of humiliating the Holy See and the Goddess.

She's a complete lunatic who does things for no reason.

If my brother wants to marry a woman like this... I have to find a reason for him to break off the engagement with her immediately!

Afro's body couldn't move, her teeth were almost broken, and her burning eyes were almost turning the emotion of hatred into a physical sword.

Grace could naturally see this obvious emotion.

The Ring of Reason is more useful than Grace imagined. It seems that as long as she puts the mind to it, the other party will be forced to obey her orders.

But it’s almost there. If I force it any further, it would be a bit too much.

There is nothing in this world that can be achieved overnight, including taming.

"I know you're angry, but let's stop here for today."

Grace said this, smiling at her kindly, and then stroked Afro's head as if she were petting a pet as a comfort.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and whether a smile is friendly can be seen from the eyes almost at first glance.

A smile that comes from the heart will have light in the eyes, but it is unknown whether the other party will accept this kindness.

Afro still looked at him with wary and gloomy eyes.

Hmm...it seems that she doesn't accept it, Grace came to this conclusion.

The other party is kind, but that doesn't mean you can be bullied.

Grace didn't care. She took a step back, loosened her control over Afro's body, and said as a matter of course,

"Next, you go find a carriage to take me back to the palace. We can talk about your brother on the way."

After her body was released from control, Afro remained unusually calm. She took a step back and tried to keep as much distance as possible from Grace.

There is no way, because the other party has a collar that controls her body. If she angers her, will she really force herself to do something more outrageous?

With reluctance and anger clearly written in her eyes, she questioned,

"Your Highness, do you think all this is fun?"

Grace covered herself with Afro's blanket and replied calmly,

"No."

The muscles at the corners of Afro's mouth twitched. She suppressed her anger and asked again,

"So you planned all this just to humiliate me?"

"nor."

Grace still answered in the same way.

There is no need to continue with this meaningless question.

It took Grace too much energy to slowly recover from a state of extreme lack of vitality, even with Aphrodite's spiritual power transmission.

With an empty stomach and a tired body, one inevitably feels an unbearable hunger.

Grace thought it was time to return to the palace.

She wanted to simply ignore the cloud of resentment on someone's forehead and open the door of the confessional on her own.

But suddenly I thought... I didn't seem to know where to get to the palace, and I also needed to learn something from Afro about my poisoning.

At the same time, a special scent similar to cedar came into the nose.

Then, Grace saw a slender and well-proportioned arm pressing against the wall in a very domineering and decisive manner, blocking the distance between her and the wall.

It was Afro who blocked his way.

Grace turned around and saw the girl's eyebrows raised and her expression burning with anger.

Grace expressed her understanding that she was indeed feeling a little confused today and it was normal for her to be angry.

In this case, Grace took the opportunity to extend a sincere invitation and asked:

"Ah...Aphrodite, have you had lunch? Do you want to have lunch with me and talk about your brother?"

"Don't look at me like that. We're just having a quick, peaceful lunch. It's my treat today."

The air seemed to be stagnant. At this moment, Afro even wanted to ask the devil Agathos in hell to burn the person in front of him with endless hellfire.

It would be best if she couldn't hurt anyone again!

"..."

This is for my brother. I will be patient for the last time.

Although Afro had a gloomy face, her brows were furrowed like mountains, and every muscle on her face was filled with disgust, she still agreed without any struggle or resistance.

"Okay." - The word was almost squeezed out of the throat.

But Grace seemed to have forgotten that she had no money to treat everyone to a meal.

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After accidentally reincarnating as a beautiful 16-year-old girl in Tokyo, Chika Tachibana found herself becoming the subject of someone else's simulation and was able to watch the specific content of the simulator hosts' simulation of her in real time.

After a brief panic, Chikako Tachibana accepted the reality.

Now that she has this ability, she should make good use of it. It seems to be a good choice to deduce the future by observing other people's love simulations of her and choose the right love partner and life.

However......

The tsundere rich girl with blonde twin ponytails who always says one thing and means another;

The mature, intellectual, broad-minded, and caring senior with black long straight hair;

The weak, timid, and completely attached to her NEET cousin who has a slightly yandere tendency;

A hot girl in the same class who behaves frivolously and is full of trepidation but surprisingly has high attack and defense;

Carefully reviewing the simulator hosts who were performing love simulations on her, [straight girl] Chika Tachibana couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

"Why are they all pretty girls?!"

12. Like Your Eyes

The white winter snow hangs on the eaves and dry branches, surrounded by the bustling atmosphere of life, and the muddy snow water is mixed with dirty footprints.

Grace stood quietly at the door of the church holding an umbrella, like an ethereal girl in a painting waiting for her lover to return in the snow.

She looked into the distance and tucked in the white mink coat that didn't match her outfit at all.

This was given to me by Afro from the church. It smells faintly of cedar...

Well, it should be her own clothes.

However, when she took the coat for herself, she vaguely revealed a sense of disgust, as if she would no longer want this coat after putting it on.

Who says she is a gentle and innocent girl? She is very cute even though she says something fishy but acts honestly.

Grace was in a very good mood.

coming!

In the distance, a gorgeous carriage with dark gold and white edges appeared on the snow-covered avenue.

The front of the carriage was driven by a coachman in a tuxedo, pulling two spirited and majestic grey horses. Two exquisite colorful flags fluttering in the wind were inserted on the roof of the carriage with intricate carvings.

The colorful flag was embroidered with the family crest gleaming in gold - a half-crouching white griffin with its slender tail raised, ready to launch a swift attack at any time.

Afro herself was the eldest daughter of a newly-promoted noble family, so naturally the carriage she rode in would not be too bad.

Only the highest-ranking nobles bestowed by the king have family crests.

The Argerich family should not be as ordinary as imagined. At the very least, to be able to have a marriage contract with a princess, they must have considerable strength.

The horse's hooves approached and stopped in front of him, and the foggy window was slowly pushed open.

A holy and beautiful face appeared in the window. Afro's eyebrows sank slightly, and she said in a cold tone,

"Come up."

"Ah."

Grace nodded, not at all showing her anger. She pressed down her cloak slightly and prepared to step on the axle beam.

But a vicissitudes, hoarse call came from behind,

"My dear lady, please stay."

Grace turned her head when she heard the voice. Her loose skin was piled up like layers of lava, and her dark skin was cracked by the cold winter.

It was the old woman from the church before.

She was wearing a patched and ragged linen dress, and her coat, beautifully made of ermine fur and embroidered with gold at the collar, was neatly folded into a square.

As a woman, Grace has a natural sympathy for the poor people at the bottom of society. She lowered her eyes and asked with concern,

"What's wrong? Didn't I give you the clothes? Why aren't you wearing them?"

The old man handed over the coat gratefully, his voice trembling in the cold wind.

"My dear lady, I cannot accept your gift."

Grace turned around, shook her head, and said kindly,

"This is not a gift. I heard the good news from the goddess. She told me to give this piece of clothing to you as a reward for your piety."

She half-truthfully fooled the old man, then took the mink coat from the old man's hand, unfolded it, and gently put it on the old man.

"You don't need to give your all to the goddess anymore, because the goddess has already seen your feelings."

"I'm sorry, miss... I'm so dirty."

The old man waved his hands in an effort to refuse. His dry hands touched the white hands, and then he shrank back in shame as if he had been electrocuted.