Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Everything seems to confirm the fact of "the death of the girl".

Too many people.

Avro turned around and looked out the window that was opened to the night.

The moonlight exuded a cruel brightness from the dark clouds, and a clear tear slowly slipped from the cheek.

She once asked the followers of trouble what kind of emotion love is.

Some say it is sweet oranges, some say it is a summer sunset, some say it is happiness, some say it is bitter lemon.

Avro doesn't understand why he has such different views in the eyes of different people.

But now she finally understood that she liked the long-lasting pain like a dull knife cutting out flesh.

107. Countdown to Avro’s blackening

She was just a very weak-looking girl, but not even two or three maids could hold her back.

Avro's right hand was on the frame of the window. She closed her eyes in pain, leaving the side without tears to the maids gathered around her.

She knew that the maids were crowded around her, not daring to do anything to a noble lady and a future saint.

Little did he know that when pain strikes, it can be so suffocating.

Avro opened his lips slightly and gasped hard, unable to breathe or control his emotions.

The flowers in my heart seemed to be extinguished into weathered dust in this sudden flame.

Eight or nine maids surrounded Afro, and the girl's sadness could be felt even from a distance.

They were either whispering to each other or looking at each other.

They discussed in silence, but in the end no one dared to come forward.

As Grace's personal maid, Sarah showed her qualities as a professional maid.

"Let me come."

She took a step forward from the crowd of onlookers, turned around in front of all the maids who came to watch, and put her slender index finger to her lips.

Then he turned his wrist and made a "leave" gesture.

Immediately, the bewildered maids quietly dispersed.

The huge palace suddenly lost its human warmth and returned to tranquility.

Sarah watched them leave, folded her hands respectfully in front of her belly, came to Afro, and waited patiently.

The wind stirred the treetops and wept silently. After a long time, Avro slowly opened his reddish eyes.

At this time, it was also time for the maid Sarah to speak.

She bowed slightly first, and then asked in a tone as gentle as the spring breeze,

"Miss Avro Argerich, you are here to find Her Highness Grace, right?"

She was so haggard that she looked like a white flower that had been torn and withered by the wind and rain. As soon as Avro heard the name "Grace", the tears in her red eyes quietly overflowed again.

Sarah’s questions don’t need to be answered to know the final result.

"Miss Avro, maybe you already know something..."

Sarah paused for a moment, and she deliberately observed Miss Afro with clear eyes.

"But what I want to tell you is that you don't have to be so sad. The remains of Her Royal Highness Grace were not found at the scene."

"could not find it?"

Avro tasted it in a trance, and his blood-like, lifeless eyes filled with tears lit up at the moment of realization, like a man struggling desperately to survive.

She grabbed the maid Sarah's ruffled sleeves tightly, as if she was afraid of losing someone again, and asked cautiously and fearfully,

"That means Grace is...still alive?"

"Miss Avro, there is no direct evidence that Grace is dead...but the fire scene had huge magic fluctuations. People from the prosecutor's office are still analyzing it, and they cannot rule out the possibility that Your Highness is dead..."

Sarah lowered her eyebrows and said in a voice as quiet and soft as a bedtime story in the dark night.

The air pressure in the air was very low, and when she saw the tears in Afro's eyes, Sarah raised her voice slightly and said firmly:

"However, I think... with Her Highness Grace's ability, she would not die so easily... The temperature of the flames was not very high at that time."

Yes, with a little common sense, you know that the temperature of a small fire is not enough to completely erase all traces of a person's existence.

The heavy boulder in my heart fell, and the panic that was tearing out flesh and dripping blood in my heart finally slowed down a lot.

"what……"

Avro let out a trembling sigh of relief.

The girl's face showed a look of sadness and joy that was even uglier than crying. At the same time, she clasped her hands together and kept mumbling, repeating hints to herself——

"Yes, she won't die like this...she is so dazzling...she also said...also said..."

"Miss Afro..."

Seeing the girl's lost soul, Sarah couldn't help but remind her softly,

"There were other people staying with Her Highness Grace at that time. This...maybe a way to find Her Highness Grace."

"Really? Then...who is this person? Do I know him?"

Avro took another step closer, his anxious face eager to get an answer from the maid.

Steady, holy, gentle, these words have nothing to do with her now.

She is now just a poor person who has lost her loved one.

Sarah glanced down at the palm that squeezed her with astonishing force, hesitated, and finally revealed to the girl softly:

"Her Royal Highness Victoria is currently searching for a girl named Nora throughout the imperial capital. Do you know anyone named Nora?"

Nora?

All the clues connected together in my mind like lightning.

Avro's pupils dilated incredibly.

So...as long as Nora can be found, can the whereabouts of Grace be found?

The person that Grace can't forget, the person whose whereabouts can't be found even for her brother...

The person Her Royal Highness wants to find even if she deliberately alienates herself...

"So, Miss Avro, do you know Nora?"

A clear question interrupted Avro's contemplation, and the maid Sarah kept the etiquette of a servant and asked.

"what……"

The girl's pupils hurriedly focused back and she was thinking about it. She remembered that Grace once said, "The only person I trust in this palace is you."

One assassination after another almost came to Her Royal Highness one after another.

Someone wants Grace to die. If I rashly say the wrong words to this Miss Sarah, is it possible that I will cut off Grace's last chance of survival?

If Sarah, the maid, was someone trustworthy, then why did Grace seek out Nora Frances as her personal maid?

Be cautious in your words and deeds.

"do not know……"

Avro shook his head in feigned disappointment.

She knows that the hope before her is slim, and she knows that fate always likes to play tricks on people.

But she still wanted to believe once that the goddess would treat kind and gentle children kindly.

Grace is a person worthy of being liked, she deserves to be loved...

The blurry mist once again covered my eyes, revealing my sincerity just right.

"It's okay, Miss Avro, don't worry. Now you can go home and wait patiently. Maybe Her Highness Grace... will come to see you tomorrow."

Sarah gave a comforting smile and spoke without missing a beat.

Avro nodded obediently, and she slowly walked out of Victoria's palace accompanied by Sarah, and got on the return carriage.

The curfew has not yet arrived, and the speeding carriage is moving forward resolutely under the moonlight.

This time, Afro's mood was still flustered, and his eagerness to see someone was mixed with worries about his uncertain fate.

Her fair hands lifted up the curtains, and through the clean car window she looked at the distant, brightly lit palace. The girl thought in silence for a long time.

Finally, after confirming that no one was following her, she closed the curtains neatly.

Under the yellowish kerosene light in the carriage, Avro's eyes were bright, as determined as a sword blade that could not be retracted after leaving the body.

"Mr. Mullen, don't go home from now on. Take me directly to the Francis family."

……

It gets dark very late in winter, and as the illegitimate daughter of the Francis family, Nora does not enjoy the treatment of being a master.

The union between stepmother Gemma and father Dar Francis was a marriage in name only.

After the death of the head of the Francis family, the stepmother Gemma had to handle the family's property and power in the name of Mrs. Francis.

Anything that involves power and money doesn't have too much humanity.

Nora had nothing to rely on. If, as the eldest lady, she easily took away most of her father's property and took away her brother McMaig's belongings...

Mrs. Gemma will definitely go crazy and kill herself with her own hands.

Therefore, Nora would rather survive in the Francis family as a marginalized person.

Although embarrassing, at least it was not life-threatening.

The stepmother also showed considerable kindness. As long as she maintained an attitude of neither fighting nor grabbing, she could still save some mercy for herself.

At least there is a place to stay.

Nora worked hard carrying the barrel and kept going back and forth to the kitchen in her small house.

She usually bathed in the bathhouse with the servants.

But after all, Grace is a beautiful girl with outstanding appearance and temperament. Once the servants at home know about it, it will be over.

Grace's plan will come to nothing, and her stepmother will have more reasons to torture herself.

Therefore, Grace could not go to the bathhouse to take a bath, nor could she accompany herself to fetch water.

The cold wind blew coldly, the moonlight filled the cobblestone path, and Nora felt a strong sense of discomfort amidst the noisy whistling.

what is it……?

She lowered her head, looking at her slender shadow being dragged, frowning and thinking hard.

It seems like something is missing...

It seems that that particularly annoying noise has disappeared...?

It's Lucia!

Nora finally realized something, the water in the bucket swayed slightly, and she hurriedly released Lucia from the mute state.

She was prepared to be shaken by the noise.

But this time, the witch Lucia's attitude was particularly quiet. She didn't speak for the entire twelve steps.

Nora couldn't help calling her softly in her mind, "Lucia?"

no answer.

"Master Witch?"

"Um……"

There was a low response in her mind, and Lucia was like a wounded person who was drunk and dreaming after falling in love, losing her original vitality.

"Why is this happening...? She obviously planned her death before she died, but did not foresee the future in which she would die..."

Nora vaguely noticed something was wrong, she simply put the bucket on the roadside and asked:

"Are you talking about... the dream I had today? Is that true?"