Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The noisy witch screamed, her angry voice roaring in her head,

"If you don't let me speak next time, it will be really scary when I get angry!"

Nora sneered,

"How can anyone say that they are scary? Lucia, you are simply bluffing."

"Really?"

Lucia didn't bother to reply. She clicked her tongue twice, like a crowd of onlookers leisurely eating melon seeds, pointing and mumbling.

"You also said that you don't like Grace. You were dumbfounded when you looked at her face. Her caring look is really suspicious."

Nora behaved properly and showed no shyness or timidity at all. She retorted loudly in her mind,

"People show their most vulnerable side when they are sick. Grace is so tough when she is sick..."

"Aren't you curious when she will show her vulnerable and powerless side?"

"Not curious."

Lucia responded in the negative for a moment,

"Then why don't you go into her heart and take a look? You can't get the answer if you keep imagining it."

The frivolous voice exudes strange attraction like a taboo Pandora's box, making people unable to help but practice the actions they say.

"unnecessary."

Don't you need it?

Lucia smiled proudly, "The first thing people reject is always the truth. I guess if she waved, you would probably be wagging her tail."

"Ah……"

Nora was disdainful of this, and she retorted confidently,

"Only an unscrupulous witch like you would do such a thing."

Unfortunately, before the words were finished, a muffled, nasal call came from outside the door - "Nora, come in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora responded loyally like a soldier who received an order.

"Still saying no?"

The frivolous Lucia's voice was full of joking, and her mouth was almost crooked in laughter.

Nora explained without changing her expression: "This is the duty of a personal maid."

Well, wiping your own back is hard to do.

Nora had already thought about what she would do after entering the door.

But Grace just leaned against the bed weakly, her clothes neatly arranged.

She tilted her head and did not look at herself, but looked at the clear sky outside the window, as if she wanted to feel someone's breath through the breeze through the window.

"If you go out today, can you help me investigate Avro Argerich's recent status..."

"You can go to her church, or you can find out from other people's words. In short, don't tell her your name."

Grace left such words, which made people a little confused.

Avro...should be the girl who was walking with Lady Jima in front of the corridor before, right?

Nola’s mood was a little subtle.

So this is the person Grace cares about?

Thinking of the girl's worried posture, Nora changed her mind again.No, it should be someone who cares about Grace.

Even though she was scratching her head to get the answer, she nodded and responded loyally, "Yes, Your Highness."

"It's over, you were caught first." -Lucia pronounced the outcome, with a tone full of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

boring.

Nora was disdainful of this.

I don’t like Grace, so why would I care about such a thing?

……

The bright moon beside the window is long, and a few stars are twinkling.

When the night falls, Avro will always think of the girl who is more easily cold and dissipated than fireworks.

Grace, Grace, Grace…

I miss Grace so much.

Avro hugged his knees and sobbed softly, as lost as a poor puppy abandoned in the rain.

The ends of his eyes turned red from uncontrollable tears.

My heart had already been broken several times during the long run, and I kept recalling Grace's laughter and curses in my mind.

Cute, aloof, crazy, sensible, and some doting moments.

Mrs. Gemma seemed to have stayed with her only to invite her to dine with the Francis family.

Although the meal process was not pleasant - the steak that was served to me in the middle of the meal was empty.

For a noble, elegance and face are undoubtedly the most important things.

Mrs. Gemma will not hold any ill will toward herself, and the only people who can steal steaks are undoubtedly the servants in the kitchen.

As long as he points this out, it is very likely that most of the people in the kitchen will be fired.

Afro, who is kind-hearted, chose to hide this phenomenon and used some salad to fill his stomach, which was so full that he was about to vomit.

She and Mrs. Gemma talked for a long time about the church auction, but when they finally talked about Nora, Mrs. Gemma didn't know anything about it.

Unable to find Grace, Avro only felt like a string that was tightened and constantly pressured.

After a certain moment when it cannot withstand the pressure, it will break completely.

At that time, Avro didn't know what he would do... He even mistook the person.

What if Grace really dies?

His face instantly lost all color and turned pale, and Avro was so flustered that he couldn't breathe.

"No, that's not going to happen."

She jumped out of bed like a frightened horse and vigorously patted her head where she was thinking wildly.

With his right hand, he tightly grasped the green emerald earrings hanging around his neck with the force that was almost strangling his neck.

It seems that only with this force that is about to leave a mark can one feel the weight of life.

Facing life and death calmly, he no longer has the courage to know a person's life or death.

Avro patted his chest again, deceiving himself. "No, no."

The goddess will prefer every sincere child.

Grace just disappeared for a day. She must be hiding somewhere like a strategist, watching the world with cold eyes.

Avro comforted himself bitterly, trying hard to raise the corners of his lips to become optimistic.

But no matter how much she deceives herself, she still understands——

Grace, who liked herself so much, was so accommodating to herself, and was so duplicitous, could she bear to see herself so sad and keep hiding it from herself?

She rubbed her cheek against the green earrings, as if she could feel the girl's breath just like this.

Clear tears couldn't help but slipped quietly from her eyes. Afro stood in the bedroom without turning on the lights and sobbed silently.

This kind of Grace is really bad.

Bad enough to be annoying, bad enough to deserve the punishment of a priest for lying.

If she lies, she will never forgive Grace for the rest of her life...

I will punish the liar for the rest of my life on behalf of the goddess.

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Nora: Who the hell are you calling a dog?

Grace:?

Nora: Woof woof woof!

114. Giving her flowers means giving her sincerity.

Grace lay quietly beside the witch's bed, with a wet and hot towel on her plump and smooth forehead.

After time traveling, her body was still in bad shape and she was sick, but Grace was used to it.

The weak, feverish body is crumbling, and anyone with a clear head knows that the most important thing to do now is to recover well.

But Grace is different. She has a reason why she wants to and has to go out.

First, she needs to extort a little something from the owner of Koda Casino, a little gold coins and a little connections.

If there was just an ordinary explosion, the casino would have made Nora lose all her money, but a royal daughter disappeared here... the seriousness of the matter was another matter.

In any case, the casino owner must be very worried now.

The magic drink developed by Nurji, which is similar to the real-life "cow", will require some angel funds when it is first sold.

So where do these funds come from?Of course it was impossible to beg for mercy from Victoria.

Grace thought for a long time and decided to target the spendthrift gamblers in the casino.

People who gamble a lot, even when they only have the last copper coin left, still want to get all their wealth back in one go.

So Grace needs the connections of casino members.

What she has to do now is to go back and be the boss of Keda Casino in time - tell him that she knows the whereabouts of Her Highness Grace.

Of course, in disguise.

Secondly, she needs to inquire about the attitudes of the people around her.

Victoria's thoughts are so contradictory that they feel like they have been cut off from somewhere. She wants to protect herself, but she is always vigilant about her fangs.

Her attitude is very subtle and requires closer observation.

And... Afro's attitude.

Grace had a headache when she thought of this.

A clean and simple little white flower growing in a greenhouse like her would probably be very sad when faced with the question of life and death.

Grace always remembers the girl's slightly shining eyes and the crystal clear tears overflowing from them in the dark bedroom.

delicate and charming.

Is she the only person in this game world who worries about her?

Grace couldn't help but subtly give birth to such an idea.

Ah, no, Grace thought again of the maids in the palace who seemed to be very friendly to her.

They should also be worried about Grace, but they are only the original fifth princess.

However, Grace seemed to already have the answer to the question in her heart.

The winter sunshine gives all living beings light, but it always has a pale and cold feeling.

Nora stood quietly by the bed, facing the light, looking at Grace with lowered eyes, and said:

"Your Highness Grace, although this is a bit rude, I hope you will eat some food first."

"People who are sick need to eat more to get better faster."

Her slender arms held up the iron silver platter.

Grace saw a piece of fresh cheese sandwich placed on it, and some apples cut into small pieces.

At first glance, the taste is very light, which suits my taste.