Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Nurki, you guys have a good chat, I have a new material that I want to experiment with."

Philson completed his task of guiding the way, left a calm word, and then hurriedly left.

The steps taken by the seniors gradually faded away, and Nurki finally had the opportunity to meet the eyes of these two women face to face.

Well...not my sister or my mother.

But looking at such sharp eyes, I always feel that it seems a little familiar?

"It seems we have never met these two beautiful ladies, right?"

Nurki's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he put his right hand on his chest as a gentleman's courtesy without shaking hands.

The woman who was obviously the owner used her keen and vigilant peripheral vision to catch a glimpse of the seniors leaving in the corridor. After closing the door of the alchemy room tightly, she spoke slowly.

"Nurki, I'm Grace."

The woman in the black gauze dress and the maid behind her slowly looked at each other, and then the originally bright facial features suddenly changed into the snow-like Grace in the impression.

Um?Is it actually Her Highness Grace?

Nurki's pupils were wide open, and his handsome face was full of surprise, "It turns out that Your Highness Grace didn't..."

"Yes,"

Grace nodded, her eyes scanning every inch of the alchemy room as if on a patrol.

"But due to some special reasons, I can't show up for the time being."

After all, they are brothers and sisters. Nurki's character is as docile and gentle as Afro. He smiled happily,

"Is this so? Avro is very sad...but if Her Highness Grace is okay now, she should be better."

"...I'm not here to talk about her this time."

Grace's eyebrows moved, but the expression on her face didn't change much.

However, the hand holding the parasol and crutches was slightly tightened. She lowered her eyes and changed the topic coldly.

"I told you last time - a magical drink with a refreshing effect. I wonder if you still remember it?"

"I want to ask if you have made a prototype?"

Nurki looked at the girl in front of him who came straight to the point, resolute and confident.

This is Her Majesty Grace's consistent style of conduct.

Nurki heard a lot from Afro.

When having dinner together at home, Afro would occasionally say with joy that Her Highness Grace was very cute, like a cat, and occasionally would say that she was cold and a bit annoying.

But if you ask Avro if he will send flowers to Grace tomorrow, she will resolutely agree.

After learning about the disappearance of Her Royal Highness Grace, she lay on the sofa as if she had been abandoned, secretly shedding tears.

If you don't tell Avro, it will be a heavy blow to the stubborn Avro, right?

Thinking of this, Nurki couldn't help but feel worried, but he still answered Grace's question truthfully,

"Yes, there is, but the specific effect of excitement is not obvious, and the cost is relatively high."

Grace strolled into the alchemy room, and on the brown sofa for resting next to it, she slightly pushed the miscellaneous medical props such as stethoscopes to the side.

While sitting down gracefully, he said slowly,

"It's okay. Can you get me a sample tonight?"

"The sample has been prepared and is at home now. I can pick it up in person later. It will probably keep me in a state of excitement for two hours."

Developing magic drinks is not too difficult. The instruments in the alchemy room are much more professional than those at home.

So Nurki spent his free time trying to develop formulas.

But Grace's needs are more urgent than she imagined.

Her red eyes turned slightly and brightened slightly, as if she was planning something, "Can I go get it now?"

Nurki looked out the window. The bright golden sunset was slowly setting from the ground line. The vast sky was filled with red glow. The day was coming to an end again.

Argerich was not too far away from the Imperial Pharmacy. He agreed slowly,

"Okay, it will take about four to 10 minutes."

"Then can we wait for you here?"

Nurki tried to suggest, "Her Highness Grace can take the carriage back to Argerich..."

——You can even go and see Avro, who probably just came back from church.

This was what Nurki didn't say, but it was all interrupted by Grace's steely voice.

"No. There's no need for that."

The cold voice contained no emotion.

Nurki couldn't help but frown. While he took out a clean cup for Grace, he kindly reminded him as an elder brother,

"Really? Afro is very sad because of the disappearance of Her Highness Grace..."

"I already told her, it's okay."

The words were still cold, and it could even be said that Grace had projected a cold and slightly sullen sharp eye to remind herself not to meddle in other people's business.

"I understand, Your Highness..."

The splash of tea gently filled the glass. Nurki pushed the two glasses of warm water in front of Grace, and hesitantly finally said,

"But there is one more thing I want to explain to His Highness."

"Human life is limited. I think I have to do something for this world to continue."

"A highly contagious winter plague broke out in the northeastern part of the empire. In three weeks, I want to accompany Her Majesty Victoria's troops to support the epidemic area in the northeast."

Nurki took a deep breath, his pure green eyes like Avro's were filled with the light of an idealist.

Loving and sincere.

Grace looked at his sincere and touching heart, and looked at his similar appearance to Afro, and couldn't help but pursed her lips, and pondered for a long time before answering,

"It doesn't matter, I can understand, I just need to give a prototype of the sample."

"Your Highness, thank you for your understanding."

Nurki's tight breathing finally relaxed, and his heavy burden was lifted. He showed a friendly and innocent smile,

"Then I'll go get a sample of the magic drink first. You wait for me in the alchemy room first."

……

It was 06:30 pm when Afro returned home.

The sinking night was mixed with scattered stars, and the winter night wind blew coldly across my cheeks, like a ruthless slap in the face.

Even though a full three hours had passed, she was still lost.

During these times, Avro thought a lot.

She was always comforting herself - Her Highness Grace just had things she wanted to do.

Grace...she just...she just...

She doesn’t want any accidents to happen to the things she controls...

Grace she...

Grace…

All thinking ability seemed to have disappeared in my mind, and my scattered heart was completely occupied by Grace.

Like a wandering soul, I was in a trance even when I got out of the car.

"Afro!"

The familiar voice of his brother sounded clearly from his ears.

At this time, Avro's eyes, which had been sluggish, came together as if they were splicing souls together.

She looked up at her brother who was standing on the steps and in front of the door.

Nurki's tall body stood between two golden doors, tall and tall.

He didn't even take off the alchemist's robe, and he held the Erlenmeyer flask filled with blue liquid firmly in his broad hands.

Brother, what are you going to do?And that's...?

Avro wrinkled his slender eyebrows somewhat complicatedly, and all the thoughts in his mind were running at high speed.

The day after his injury, his brother began trying to develop a new potion formula at home.

Not only that, he even captured himself as a free "guinea pig" to test whether the potion suited the girl's taste for his brother.

The taste...all in all is still a bit weird and sweet.

Therefore, when I was first asked to try the taste, I was a little disgusted.

I also asked my brother why he wanted to develop this kind of magic potion, but he said seriously - it was for Her Royal Highness Grace.

If you are working for Her Highness Grace, these requirements are certainly not a big problem.

The key to the problem now is - from beginning to end, this potion was developed just for Grace, and there was no need to bring it to other people.

It is even said that because of the need to keep it secret, my brother has not even revealed it to his friends in the alchemy.

Apart from Her Royal Highness, there is no reason why my brother needs to go there in person.

Yes, the bottle of potion in front of me was clearly made for Her Highness Grace.

After deducing the correct answer, Avro's heart suddenly became cold and he fell into the darkest valley.

My throat was choked by an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

As a woman, perhaps there is always a talent beyond ordinary people in liking this thing.

Avro took a step up, clenched his fists nervously, and asked,

"Brother, I'm back. What are you going to do next?"

Avro narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at her brother's expression, trying to find some clues.

Nurki pinched the neck of the Erlenmeyer flask and said slightly unnaturally,

"Ah... go back to the alchemy. Just bring magic potions to people."

Bringing potions to people?Is it for Grace?

The countless possibilities that Avro had envisioned in his mind dissipated here.

"I only believe in you in the palace..." - Grace's words still seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Those repeated flashbacks to the king were like bubbles, bursting in the sunlight in an instant, and shattered into pieces like an explosion.

Likes and memories have all turned into fragmented residue.

It's just that compared to the ashes of the fireworks, it is now uglier and more unwilling.

A kind of feeling of being abandoned, not being taken seriously, and having never been planned to be trusted by someone, mixed with all kinds of emotions in my heart.

The emotions are nameless anger and bitterness, prompting the lips and teeth to ask words that should not be asked.

"Did you...bring it to Your Highness Grace?"

"no……"

The elder brother hesitated to speak and remained silent for a long time before giving a lied answer.

Yes, brother is lying!

He just touched his nose clearly involuntarily.

Avro knew that all too well as a sign of lying.

Avro took a deep breath in a suppressed manner, and his angelic and holy face was covered with heavy, low-pressure, dense dark clouds, as if a violent storm was about to hit.

"Anyway, you should eat first. I may not be at home to eat today."

Nurji ordered and hurriedly walked down the steps, his broad shoulders about to brush against the girl.

In the slow-flowing angry time, Avro lowered his head, and the woman's chest rose and fell unwillingly.