Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

What...it turned out to be a dream.

After Afro carefully confirmed that she was indeed in the bedroom, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster.

What was I thinking? I actually had such a dream!

She slapped her cheeks hard, trying to sober herself up.

Afro was about to stand up from the bed, but found that his panties felt sticky.

??? The girl suddenly realized what it was, and her cheeks instantly turned red like blood jade.

She glanced out the window anxiously. The red setting sun was gradually sinking below the horizon and night was about to fall.

But it's over!

My brother didn’t send me flowers!

Afro hurriedly got up from the bed, but when she thought of the unbearable and dirty dream she had today, and Grace's cold and distant expression yesterday, her inner fighting spirit became as limp as a deflated ball.

Afraid of seeing Grace...but wanting to see Grace.

It would be great if Her Royal Highness could come to see me...

"Aaaaaaaa, so annoying!!! What are you thinking about?"

Afro covered her eyes with her white hands in a tangled manner, buried her head in the warm quilt, and disguised herself as an ostrich that no one recognized.

His soft body arched in the quilt like a caterpillar, and he pounded the bed in annoyance, but it could not hide the pounding of his heart like a drum.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, each one is warm and loud.

Stop jumping! Stop jumping! Stop thinking! Stop thinking!

The blonde girl closed her eyes tightly. Even though she was thinking this in her mind, her hands were tracing the shape of her lips like a lingering paintbrush.

……

"Your Highness Grace, your dinner is here."

The maid knocked on the door gently, and then pushed the dining cart to the bedside with a gurgle.

The warm sunset outside the glass was like fire, shining in through the window, casting a long shadow of the vase on the desk onto the cashmere carpet.

Grace was lying on the bed. She barely raised her head from the book and ordered,

"Just leave it there."

"Yes."

Grace glanced at the familiar maid, who had brown hair and brown eyes and seemed to be called Sally.

I had asked her to embroider an eye mask for me before.

So Grace closed the book and asked with concern, "By the way, is the eye mask I asked you to embroider finished?"

The maid nodded reassuringly, "It's ready, Your Highness. It's in my room."

Grace smiled slightly, "Very good, then you go to Sarah to get a gold coin, and then send the eye patch to Brother Carta, understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

Maid Sally smiled delightedly and bowed respectfully.

Grace didn't care and lowered her head to continue reading the magic textbook in her hand.

In an instant, the system prompt sound in my mind suddenly rang again.

[Saint Aphrodite's □□□ increased to 70. 】

what?

Grace almost dropped the book in her hand.

[As a master, it is natural to relieve the □□□ of the tamed. The system prompts you to reduce Afro's □□□ to a reasonable value within three days! ]

90. Scheming 1

"..."

The maid quietly closed the door and left. In the quiet and deserted bedroom, Grace fell into silence for a moment.

The expression on the girl's face was more delicate than a colorful fireworks show, and her delicate eyebrows were twisted up and down like the rising and falling waves.

Isn't this really feeding a Tamagotchi?

If the baby is not full, he needs to be fed; if he is dirty, he needs to be bathed; if he is in a bad mood, he needs to be coaxed.

Grace got a headache when she thought of Afro's dog-like posture.

Who tames whom?

"Ah……"

Grace exhaled a gloomy breath from her nose. She slowly raised her hand and looked at her slender, white jade fingers for a while.

Her five fingers were neatly trimmed, with delicate skin and distinct joints, as exquisite as carved treasures. It was obvious that she had lived a life of luxury and had never had any water on her.

What an extremely beautiful pair of hands.

How can I possibly help someone vent?

No go. No see. Stupid system!

Grace frowned in disgust and immediately rejected the idea without hesitation.

Afro is an adult, right? Can't an adult solve his own problems?

She is a nun, how could she have such perverted desires?

Does that mean that if Afro lets □□□ rise anytime and anywhere in the future, I must eliminate it for her? Is it some convenient little toy?

Thinking of that soft body with the faint scent of gardenia, and the feeling of warmth and fulfillment of being hugged.

Grace covered her pretty face with the book in annoyance and clenched her fists.

How is this possible! There is something wrong with the system!

Gently sniffing the light scent of books on the tip of her nose, Grace tried to turn her injured ankle in the quilt.

I felt a slight pull in my injured muscles, which meant that I was not yet able to walk independently.

Yes, I am still injured now, is it necessary to comfort Afro? ?

Before the actual death penalty comes, Grace will wait and see.

Afro...needs to choose tasks carefully and complete them slowly.

Now that she has decided to become the fifth princess of the empire, Grace must protect the original pride and self-esteem of the fifth princess.

To complete the task, you also need to consider your own acceptable threshold and take your time.

Grace made a rational decision. She took the book off her face and decided to stay put and continue reading.

The illness these days allowed Grace to read a lot of books and knowledge about the continent of Eris.

Most magical talents are inherited, but it is not 100% certain that children with magical talents will be born if the parents have magical powers. On the contrary, magical talents are random.

But the upper aristocratic society is so enthusiastic about magic.

She has always been curious about one thing - how to keep the royal family safe when there is magic?

Will the royal family have to face the danger of magical assassination at all times?

What about even maintaining the safety of ordinary citizens?

Now this question has finally been answered in this book "The Birth of Magic".

That is the "divine magic".

Imperial law stipulates that anyone with magical talent must be registered with the Imperial Magic Association.

Although magical talent determines a person's upper limit, to advance to a higher level magician and master more magic, one needs to go to the Magic Association and be blessed by the goddess.

The goddess is omniscient and omnipotent, and she observes all living beings with the vision of heaven. If a magician does evil to ordinary people and accumulates blood and sin, the magic lines will be broken when he is bathed in grace, and he will be deprived of the ability to use magic.

As the emperor of the Rhine Empire, he will be personally presented with a divine artifact blessed by the goddess by the archbishop during the coronation ceremony. It is said that it can dissolve any magical attack.

Since there are no tall and mighty monsters, dungeons and forests to explore, people with magic do not have much "work".

Most of them would choose to study magic circles, forge magic weapons, or join specific military camps to protect the Rhine Empire, or become guests of the nobles.

Grace looked at it for a long time and finally came to a conclusion - magic is equivalent to modern superpowers!

Hmm... this explanation seems to work.

But Grace's inner doubts were never resolved, that is, who used illusions to assassinate her?

And Aphrodite...

No! Why are you thinking about Afro again? What are you thinking about?

Grace frowned in annoyance, bit her cheek and shook her head, throwing the horny nun out of her mind.

However, the bright red number of [Patrol Positioning] kept jumping, and the number behind the huge arrow changed from 25854 to 1357 at some point.

All this reminded Grace of a fact—Afro was approaching her.

? ?

Grace, who was lying on her back, was like a cat that suddenly became alert. She closed the book nervously, sat up on the bed, and her eyes blinked rapidly as she thought.

Afro came to see me again?

Why is it haunting you?

Grace took a deep breath. The remaining twilight outside the window was swallowed up by the deep dark blue. The darkness of the night was about to fall heavily. The stars and the moon in the sky were shrouded in thick dark clouds, looking dull and decadent.

The night at this moment seems to foreshadow a certain ending for myself.

Although Aphrodite is a nun, she is not without an offensive side.

On the contrary, she is more like a person who is a little bit sinister, malicious, and a little selfish. What will she do?

What exactly is □□□? It’s hard to say.

Grace suddenly had a wonderful idea. Could it be that the release of system tasks was Afro's own idea at some point?

As if hit hard by a battering ram, Grace immediately rejected this terrible idea.

This is a very delicate time.

If he met Afro, he would be subject to the palace curfew - no one would be allowed to enter or leave the palace after nine o'clock without the emperor's order.

At least I have to make room for her to stay overnight.

Afro's thoughts are a little strange and hard to explain.

So Grace gently pulled the small drawstring on the side of the bed.

Grace didn't have to wait long before the bedroom door slowly opened.

Miss Sarah, the personal maid, walked slowly to the bedside and approached respectfully, "What is it, Your Highness Grace?"

Grace looked out the window at the darkening night thoughtfully and worriedly, and said seriously,

"If today... no, if later, Miss Afro comes to visit me, don't let her in, under any circumstances."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid Sarah folded her hands in front of her stomach, nodded and agreed, then she left like a gust of wind.

The winter wind was blowing outside the window, and the bright and gorgeous glass chandelier on the ceiling was emitting a warm glow.

Grace is the only one left in the huge palace now, and Victoria, who can be relied upon to expel Avro, is now receiving the Minister of the Imperial Military Department downstairs.

She is now responsible for suppressing the rebellion in the province of Ibro and has no time to take care of herself.

However, Grace soon felt relieved. Sarah went to convey her orders to the knight guarding the door. It was impossible for Afro to have such omnipotent connections to break into the royal sister's bedroom, right?

A certain ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger. If there was a possibility that things would go wrong, no matter how small the possibility was, it would always happen.

[Patrol Positioning] The ever-shortening distance and the arrows indicating the rotation angle were all announcing one thing to Grace—Afro was about to come in.

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Are the Guard Knights useless?