Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Don't use people you doubt and don't doubt people you employ, this can be regarded as Grace's invisible creed.

……

Nora was woken up by some unknown force while in a trance.

She also made a story about a witch and a saint in a pure white dream.

Of course, dreams are just dreams and can never replace living reality.

Nora looked at Grace sleepily from under the thick quilt, as blankly as a turtle.

The girl's back was facing her, and the smooth lines on the back of her beautiful butterfly-like shoulder blades moved with her raised arms.

The dress gradually covered her flawless bare back and round buttocks.

It was a beautiful scene, the setting sun gradually entered the window, and the flickering orange light and shadow were like a paintbrush, depicting a beautiful oil painting that Nora had never seen before in her life.

Swish!

But that look seemed to notice something and turned back like lightning.

Miss Nora jumped up from the bed alertly, like a dying fish.

Eyes that were bone-chilling and cold, as if they were about to devour people, looked at him sharply and intently.

It was as if he was experiencing the previous coldness all over again.

She rarely talked to people, and she didn't know what to say at the moment.

Her arms, as white as lotus joints, were exposed, and the cold air invaded her skin. She couldn't help but wrap herself in the quilt, as if she was hiding her ears.

After getting dressed, Grace gently knocked on the wooden bed cabinet and asked in a cold voice with strong pressure,

"Don't you need to explain? Miss Nora, the maid?"

"Feel sorry."

Nora, who had wrapped herself up like a mountain of rice dumplings, revealed only an expressionless, delicate face.

It feels like it was done on purpose.

"Do you think apologizing is useful?"

Grace twitched the corners of her mouth and narrowed her scarlet eyes slightly.

"I can forgive some insignificant incidents, but I need you to tell me what is the meaning of what you do? And what is that coldness about?"

Nora’s long eyelashes fluttered, staring at Grace like a doll, thinking for a long time, and then slowly said:

"The reason why I lost control before was because I was cursed with the 'Soul-stealing'. The cold you suffered was also cursed by the name of 'Lover's Frost'. All of this is related to the Tears of Arturius."

Saying so many words in one breath finally convinced Grace that Nora was not mute.

She raised her eyebrows and got to the crux of the question, "Tears of Arturius?"

"A magic item..."

Nora had a stern face, but she stretched out a green-white hand and slowly moved it slowly over the sheets, preparing to take away her clothes scattered on the bed.

But it seems that in order not to attract attention to himself, his movements are very deliberately restrained.

"The onset time of the curse is uncertain, and lifting it requires a large area of ​​skin-to-skin contact like just now..."

But such behavior was still noticed by the keen Grace.

The moment their eyes met, Nora couldn't help but tremble slightly with guilt, and then lowered her head.

"I'm sorry for the offense."

Grace glanced at her calmly, she touched her round earlobe and asked coldly,

"What about my earrings?"

"I've hidden it well, but it's not here. I'll take you to find it later."

Nora, who was hidden in the heavy quilt, was stirring furtively. She seemed to be chatting with herself under the quilt while getting dressed.

It's just that with the expressionless face, it's a little bit funny.

Grace remained silent until now.

She made no further request to Nora.

Because for a person, guilt does not equal absolute loyalty.

She thought that Nora still needed a little time to test her.

So, the heels of high heels made a dull sound on the wooden floor, and Grace began to spin around in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking at the small house.

"Where is this place?"

Generally speaking, the bedroom in front of me is shabby but neatly tidied, but in terms of specifications, it looks very much like the maid's room of a noble family.

"My bedroom."

Nora answered without hesitation.

Nora's bedroom?

Grace is now not afraid of the Empire's investigation and finding out about Nora.

The girl's slender index finger brushed the brown-red alchemy manual that was closed on the desk. It was rustling and a little rough.

Under the sheepskin cover, the signature written in delicate small letters is Nora Francis.

For a simple reason, Nurki did not find this person, and judging from the book with her name written on it, Nora seemed not to lie.

And the appearance alone is enough to keep the imperial patrols looking for him for a whole month.

In addition, for a casino, it is impossible to implement a real-name system that controls the wallet.

There is no need for Nora to be stupid enough to gamble under her real name.

Therefore, I can stay here with peace of mind for the time being.

Gently closing the alchemy handbook with her index finger, Grace withdrew her eyes and discussed with Nora in a negotiating tone,

"I will stay here for a few days soon, do you have any objections?"

Nola’s hands and feet were nimble, even if she couldn’t see, even if she could only close herself in the quilt, she still put on the winter dress neatly.

It was almost the same cotton winter skirt as commoners, with goose down filling the key waist and abdomen to keep out the cold.

But even so, the heavy clothes still did not hide her feminine figure.

Nora blinked expressionlessly, as if racking her brains to come up with a way to reject herself,

"My place is very broken."

Broken?

It is an unspeakable blessing to have a door and wall that can withstand the cold.

Grace had experienced a more abject life than a tramp, and her eyes swept over every inch of the room with satisfaction. She made the decision without any hesitation.

"It doesn't matter. Isn't this nice? Is there a place to bathe?"

Noila shook her head, “You can’t take a bath here…”

Grace frowned, and she came to Nora in three steps and two steps, staring straight at the girl who was almost the same height as herself.

"Nora, I remembered something. You were the one who wanted to be my personal maid, right?"

"Ah."

Nora was in a daze for a moment, but she admitted it calmly.

"Isn't it your duty to bring hot water for the master to take a bath?"

The eyes of the two were at the same level, but Grace seemed to be looking down at Nora from a high position, and softly gave orders,

"Even if I ask you to take a bath with me, you should still do it. Do you understand?"

Noila shifted her gaze slightly and couldn’t help but ask:

"Why do you want to stay here?"

Grace's red eyes were as bright as a predator's, and her emotions of excitement, joy, and anticipation were beyond words.

She curled her lips slightly and explained,

"Because I want to wait for the news of Grace's death to spread."

"..."

Nora opened her lips slightly, but stopped when she wanted to speak. After thinking for a long time, her cherry-colored lips restarted and said:

"People who care about you will be sad."

Such a speech is really funny.

In this imperial city where people's hearts are floating, who cares about themselves?

Grace shook her head contemptuously. Would anyone really choose herself unswervingly?

But she suddenly thought of the night when the Milky Way filled the room through the window.

There was a girl who was blushing after drinking and said softly and angrily: "I want to be the person who walks into the wilderness."

Will Avro be sad?

The only person in this game world who cares about himself...

Grace was just stunned for a second and then replied,

"There is no one who cares about me, and I don't need anyone who cares about me."

Nora listened to her cold and low voice, and the flames in the fireplace were burning like a bonfire in midsummer.

But the pressure in the air was extremely low, as if frost and snow had come just a second ago.

Nora wanted to comfort her, but was dissuaded by the apparent indifference.

Grace and I are the same kind of person.

"There's nothing to talk about. You go and prepare hot water. I'm going to wash the blood off my body."

Grace tilted her neck. On the left side of her neck, which was as white as jade, the dark red blood stain spread thickly and spread like a bright rose like splashing ink.

106. Heartbroken Avro

A cruel and silent word like death is a word that most young people have never imagined.

Avro knew that Grace was suffering from some kind of curse and her body was very weak.

The imperial doctor said that her life was short-lived and that she was waiting for death anytime and anywhere, but the dazzling woman said firmly, "I will not die."

Her Royal Highness has a temperament that is different from others. The words that come out of her mouth are like the mantra in the world, possessing power that cannot be doubted.

But now...?

No audio.

As agreed with the children, Afro came to the Rhodes Welfare Home to help out every Sunday afternoon.

Sunday last week was the trial day of her brother Nurki, and Afro missed the appointment.

Today is undoubtedly a difficult and heart-wrenching day for Afro.

Grace disappeared into the VIP bedroom of Koda Casino after a loud magic explosion.

Of course, messages in churches are generally more likely to be rumors than true.

But this is enough to make the girl feel uneasy all day long.

She came here to escape her panic and refuse to face the answer.

The wandering mind is like a boat fluttering in the wind and rain on the sea. With a snap, the boat is destroyed.

"Sister Afro, your spoon spilled."

A soft childish voice reminded, interrupting Avro's contemplation.

The dazed eyes converged in a panic, "Ah, I'm sorry."

On the simple wooden table, a layer of slightly oily soup was spreading outwards.