Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Nola’s head suddenly lowered, as if she had thought of some unforgettable scene, her face was gloomy and her eyes were floating.

"It was... changed before."

Did you change your name?Now it makes sense.

"Then it doesn't matter."

Grace's eyebrows slowly relaxed.

Lying about your name actually doesn't have much to do with it. The important thing is whether Avro can find...

Grace's plan is not as simple as completing Victoria's mission. She can fake her death and make some money from the Koda Casino.

"But, should I call you Nora or Doris?"

Grace said, the corners of her drooping mouth raised up in a half-smile, and she opened the zipper on the back of her winter palace skirt with a swipe.

All necessary clothing has been prepared.

“It’ll be just fine Nora…”

She was as reserved as if she was participating in a social event for the first time. Nora was visibly nervous when she answered.

"Okay, Nora."

Grace stopped the girl who was dazed at the edge of the bed, covered the large soft white area and shallow ravines on her chest with her hands, and reminded her in a cold tone,

"As a lady, you should turn away when others are changing their clothes."

After living alone in the high walls of the Francis family for 18 years, Nora was not used to being accompanied by others.

"Feel sorry."

She immediately apologized and left her slender back to Grace like an obedient pet.

The yellowish lights and candlelight stretched Nora's back, making her obviously lonely and small.

Grace untied the towel on her body.

As she slowly put on her underwear, underwear, and winter skirt one by one, she ordered in an educational tone,

"Nora, I hope you know that there are some things I don't need from you. What I need is something more."

"More stuff?"

“I can’t tell you now, but you’re going to love it.

The thoughts between people are like the tip of an iceberg. Under the deep, unexpressed ice surface, there are hidden subtle thoughts and speculations between two people that cannot be explained clearly.

There were so many questions that Grace wanted to ask Nora in her heart, but she felt that it was not yet time to speak out.

A short period of understanding cannot remove the mountain of self-defense between people.

But luckily... there is the blind maid Kelly.

Grace's eyes lightly passed over the head maid lying on the cold floor, and she couldn't help but praise in her heart - it's so good to come.

The most important thing for a personal maid is loyalty.

The blow he struck was not simply to help Nora vent her anger.

More importantly, once the fight goes down, it means that Nora's efforts to maintain a balanced relationship even if she has to endure it are now completely broken.

Nora had no other choice but herself.

But she seemed too stupid to realize this.

The corners of Grace's drooping lips were slightly raised, half-smiling.

Silence swept the entire room for a moment, like some kind of breath-holding contest, and there was a subtle embarrassment as everyone seemed to be waiting for the other person to speak.

"you……"

Nora tilted her head, not daring to move at all, looking like a gentleman.

Then she lost her voice again like a kite with its string cut off.

This was the first time that Grace met someone who was more silent than herself.

"I know what you want to say."

With a swipe, Grace pulled the zipper on her back to the top, hiding all her tantalizing skin under the winter skirt.

"You're worried about what you're going to do next, right?"

Nora was as dull as stone and gave an unexpected answer: "No, I'm just curious why you didn't ask me my secret?"

Grace couldn't help but look at her in surprise, her bright and sincere eyes like the stars and the sea focused on her curiously.

Curiosity is the source of everything, and now Nora shows the unique gaze of a pet.

Grace has the illusion that she will soon be able to gain Nora's loyalty.

"Everyone has something they don't know. There's no need to ask."

Grace answered casually while tying the bows on the wide sleeves of her winter dress.

"Just like now, you are also curious about me, right?"

Nora did not respond, but looked at herself and blinked dullly.

Grace even began to doubt whether a person like her who was not good at words could serve as a personal maid, which was a highly coordinated and communicative job.

It's just a piece of wood.

When Grace sat next to the girl, the number on the warning red arrow on the [Patron Positioning] in her field of vision had shrunk to an astonishing 200 meters.

So close that it looked like a rabbit about to be cornered by its prey.

Otherwise, tell Avro.

If she really died... would she be sad?

I don't know when Grace's dam was knocked out with a small, insignificant crack.

She couldn't think about this anymore, so she simply turned her head and looked into Nora's eyes.

She sat upright by the bed with a serious and meticulous expression. The only difference between her and the wood was that the wood couldn't breathe.

"Nora."

"Your Highness Grace."

Two crisp voices sounded at the same time.

"You speak first."

Grace raised her eyebrows and decided to give Nora the starting right.

"Your Highness Grace, can you advance me some money in advance..."

Noila thought for a long time before speaking with difficulty, and a hint of embarrassment could be seen on her paralyzed face.

She patted her slightly heaving chest and promised firmly, "Of course, I will use everything I have to work hard to repay it."

"All of you?"

Grace glanced at her subtly, then put her hands on the edge of the bed, and moved her cold face closer to Nora.

The slender eyelashes are clearly defined, the tiny pores are almost invisible on the delicate skin, the delicate facial features are enlarged, and the ambiguous atmosphere is a bit outrageous.

Nora moved back a little embarrassedly, looking around the room randomly.

For some reason, she was a little nervous about what Grace would say next.

Grace stayed at the position of forty centimeters and looked at Nora from beginning to end, as seriously as if she was inspecting goods.

"If you can maintain absolute loyalty and your wisdom and calmness, financial matters will not be difficult."

"It's not even difficult to bring down your stepmother."

Grace's tone was full of strategic determination, so determined that Nora couldn't question it.

But the next second Grace changed the subject. She curled the broken hair around her ears and said:

"But can you have that value now?"

"I remember that you can use illusions. Do you have any illusions that can change other people's perceptions so that no one can recognize me?"

"If so, show me your worth."

Grace stood up from the bed,

Then the girl raised her head and curled her lips at Nora, like an NPC issuing a mission. No, not just an NPC... more like a boss in the game.

Grace's striking red eyes were highlighted, and her bare feet kicked the unconscious maid Kelly lying on the ground.

"I will help you deal with the unharmonious relationship in your family, and I will also help you return the unconscious stupid pig to its original place."

Nora seemed to be in a fierce psychological struggle, was silent for a while, and finally agreed to Grace's request.

"Okay, I can simply engrave a new magic circle on the gem, but if you encounter an advanced magician or above, you will be easily seen through using [insight]."

"I understand. As for the money, I will advance it to you when I get back."

Grace raised her eyebrows with satisfaction and happily placed the empty ticket.

There was only one thing left to do now—send the unconscious body of the head maid back.

Of course, Grace could interrogate the sharp-tongued and acerbic head maid and teach her a little lesson.

However, now we not only have to deal with these minions, but also Nora’s arrogant stepmother, Mrs. Jima.

With her green-white fingers slowly embedded into the lace gloves, Grace stood up and stared at Kelly on the ground, like a reaper of death.

"Now, move her to the bedroom of your stepmother's house and give her a little surprise, right?"

……

The late night stars gradually brightened in the dim moonlight.

Avro took advantage of the night and hurriedly arrived at the Francis family.

Of course, as Argerich, Avro could not visit the Francis family at such an abrupt time and receive a warm welcome from the hostess.

But Gemma Francis is a sincere believer in light. She often donates a lot of money to the goddess Wells to show her piety.

Therefore, Afro received a warm reception from Mrs. Jima with little effort.

Mrs. Gemma stood elegantly under the bright chandelier in the hall.

She was leaning against the reddish-brown wall with complicated patterns. The fluffy skirt of the old-style Rococo was like an open black umbrella. The plush white folding fan covered the lower half of her majestic and bright face, and the sharp and aggressive facial features were hidden. Toned down a bit.

She has a slender waist and looks like a beautiful black snake when she walks.

The hem of her skirt swayed gracefully under each step, and Mrs. Jima greeted her with unusual enthusiasm, "Your Majesty Avro, long time no see."

Grace…

Avro knew that this was his only and last hope, and his heart was beating nervously as if he had lost his soul.

She took a deep breath and climbed up the low red platform to the hall. At the same time, she showed a standard holy smile in response, lifted up her skirt and performed an aristocratic etiquette.

"Good evening, Mrs. Gemma, you are as beautiful as ever."

"Excuse me. Why is Your Majesty in the mood to visit the Francis family today? Could it be that the goddess has sent down her oracle?"

The enthusiastic Gemma Francis hugged Afro's arm almost without any grudge, and asked eagerly like sisters who have a friendly relationship.

Although the nobles of Rhine emphasize elegance in behavior and a sense of distance.

But for those aristocratic ladies who are keen on socializing, distance is not something that needs to be respected.

On the contrary, only by breaking the distance can a more sincere friendship be revealed.

The too intimate contact made Avro feel a little uncomfortable, and he subconsciously moved a little to the side.

She stared at the friendly intertwined arms carefully, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

I don’t know why, but I and Her Royal Highness are becoming more and more similar...

Avro looked at Jima and went straight to the point, "Ms. Jima, I just want to inquire about something."

"What's the matter? Your Majesty, have you had dinner? Francis hired a chef from Gothia's Dream a few days ago. The truffle cream mushroom soup he made is very delicious..."

Avro knew that this kind of enthusiasm was all because of her status as a saint candidate.

Gemma Francis, she had heard this name from her mother - in the tea parties of noble ladies, she always used a warm attitude and exquisite speaking skills to make herself the center of the tea party.