Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The peripheral vision passed through the delicate curves of women, and Grace's eyes once again met Carta's eyes that almost killed her.

The anger became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to stab himself to death when he left the venue.

"Um... Do you want to go to the rooftop?"

With her eyebrows raised cheerfully, Doris glanced around, then came closer with a smile.

"It feels like there should be people you don't like here, and it's not easy to talk to them, right?"

The free and frank temperament all over his body exudes like the wind of doing whatever he wants, and unknowingly, the distance between the two of them shrinks even further in the relaxed atmosphere.

"can."

Grace had no reason to refuse, but she calmly stepped back.

Then, she looked back and motioned to Nora who was waiting quietly on the edge of the dance floor - asking Nora to follow her up.

……

Grace searched the entire venue before heading to the rooftop of the Budapest hotel.

But there were always too many people coming and going, and Grace could not find where Avro was.

Maybe you thought the banquet was too boring? Did you go back?

With Avro's personality, he probably would have put a copy of "History of the Goddess" in the corner and started to hypnotize himself.

The hotel in Budapest has a total of eight floors. Even though it is winter today, for a "luxury palace" visited by the emperor, there is also a constant temperature magic circle on the top floor that never stops.

Due to the large number of people in the banquet hall on the second floor, there is no birdcage elevator for stopping.

You need to walk to the third floor to reach the top floor.

But in the meantime, Grace suffered an ankle injury, and the high heels she wore deliberately for the party were wearing down her heels all the time.

Coupled with the waltz, her heels were probably bruised and bloody, but she still calmly endured the pain that a woman should endure.

However, there was no crutch to follow Doris, so she was a few beats slower.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor, we have not yet reached the turning landing.

Doris suddenly turned her head. She took off her red slender high heels and stepped on the soft carpet with her white and delicate bare feet.

What are you doing...?

Grace was a little confused.

The pair of high heels were hooked by the index finger and middle finger and dangled. Doris leaned against the wall lazily and said in a quiet tone like telling a fairy tale,

"When I was young, I hated parties because I had to wear corsets that strangled people to death, and because I had to abide by rules that were as harsh as hell. High heels would always wear my heels until they bled."

"So, I really hate banquets, but I have to attend banquets. I have always endured lengthy rules, such as not being able to dance freely, not letting others hear my singing voice, and not being able to talk to non-nobles casually."

"Walking with bare shoes like this is even more unacceptable."

As she spoke, she patted the ground gently with her white soles.

"Then I got really tired of it and I didn't go to one birthday party at all."

The words stopped abruptly, and Doris's glossy red lips stopped talking. She blinked and looked at Grace.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, Grace leaned against the wall to support her body, and seemed to realize what she should say in such a scorching gaze, like a compliment,

"and then……?"

All Doris's expectations seemed to be met, a smile suddenly bloomed on her face, and she stepped on the red carpet with her bare feet and walked freely around Grace.

"After the quarrel with my mother, I gained freedom. I can collect portraits of various beautiful women, go to the theater as a singer, and dance with Miss Elsa in the same male steps as before."

"So, Miss Aisha doesn't need to feel too nervous."

“I just want to turn all the beautiful things into beautiful and timeless works of art in the form of paintings and plays.”

To be honest, Grace didn't feel nervous. Apart from a certain person and a certain thing, there was nothing in the world that scared her.

The person you feared is dead, and the thing you feared will never happen again.

Grace didn't intend to take it seriously, she just commented like a bystander,

"A very special ideal."

But Doris didn't want Grace to be a bystander. She stopped beside Grace, then leaned over and squatted down.

Do you want to take off your shoes?

It was hard not to think of this when Doris took off her high heels, so Grace shrank back warily and quickly held down the hem of her skirt.

But Doris said softly, as if just to confirm the wound on the back of her foot,

"If it hurts, you can also take off your high heels..."

"or……"

As Doris snapped her fingers briskly, Grace felt her body floating lightly, as if flying at low altitude.

"Experience the feeling of flying~?"

Actions always come before words. Doris seems to never feel the sadness and the wind of rules, and uses the magic of flying wantonly.

There was always a charming smile on her face, but this time it was an extremely gentle sunset at dusk.

It was just a beautiful face, and Grace just admired it.

There will be no more waves in my heart. At most, I will simply sigh at the beauty of Doris from an aesthetic perspective.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, could you please give way..."

The maids' gasping, low-pitched inquiries sounded from behind.

Grace turned around subconsciously, only to see a girl with blond hair as beautiful as an ear of rice, resting on the maid's shoulder like a soft fish.

Miss Avro is drunk.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her facial features were twisted into a wrinkled ball due to the alcohol, her face was flushed and was about to bleed, her weak hands were like willows waving towards the non-existent enemy, and she was still mumbling incomprehensibly. with a word.

Grace heard clearly, she was saying - "Idiot...!"

136. It feels so good to kiss you.

How could Avro get himself into this state?

Who is the fool?

She felt helpless towards the drunk girl Grace.

She looked back and looked at Nora behind her in the air.

There's something indescribably relaxing about working with smart people.

Grace didn't even need to say it clearly, Nora had already made people nod in reassurance.

Grace knew that it was Nora saying that she would pay attention to Avro.

Although getting drunk at a banquet is not a big deal, Afro's wine is not very good, and accidents are bound to happen at a mixed banquet.

Therefore, drunk people need special care.

"Uh...let, let go...me."

The drunken blond girl was staggering forward with her body supported by the maid, like a soft wicker that was crooked.

Grace's eyes unconsciously followed Avro's waving arms.

Time seemed to be stretched out slowly like a freeze-frame camera, and Grace only felt that the steps of the maids passing by were extremely long.

It seems that drunk people wake up from their sleep.

Avro's slightly wet eyelashes were trembling constantly. Her face was flushed and angry, and she instantly opened her eyes that were stained by alcohol.

Beautiful eyes as bright as gems.

Grace was very sure that Avro was looking at her, her drunken pupils narrowed in warning, so clear that she could see her reflection clearly.

"Don't... pull me, I, I... still have to watch."

Avro struggled feebly with his arms and legs like a limp octopus.

Even though she was carried away after being drunk, she still felt unwilling to do so and leaned on the maid's shoulder reluctantly.

"Dear young lady, please don't be anxious...you will be able to rest and be free later..."

The maid pushed back her outstretched hands and feet while supporting her with difficulty with her shoulders.

"you you you……"

When Afro stumbled and blinked at herself, Grace even thought that she would reveal her secrets and say something she shouldn't have said.

But no, she pursed her lips and looked at it for a long time, but hesitated to speak.

Avro finally turned into a pitiful little turtle stranded on the shore waving its limbs.

She seemed to regard her words as golden rules, and she still abided by her requirements even when she was drunk.

He's really a clumsy, cute...and somewhat evil-minded person.

Grace said nothing, her mood was one of subtle guilt.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Miss Doris."

Grace apologized politely first, then turned slightly sideways and spoke to Doris,

"What if - but from a business perspective, does Magic Drink have a future? If you're not planning to put money into it yet?"

Perhaps too deliberately, Doris's god-like golden eyes seemed to understand everything, capturing the previous relationship between the two in countless clues.

"Well... let's discuss these issues on the top floor."

Doris's eyes stayed on Grace, and occasionally glanced at Afro next to her.

The maids stepped forward and pressed the golden button of the elevator. There were several slight metallic sounds, the pointer on the arc-shaped plate on the elevator door pointed to 3, and the elevator door suddenly opened.

The canary-shaped elevator is large enough to accommodate everyone today.

This means that at least I have to ride with Avro for a while, which is a little troublesome...

After hesitating for a while, he stepped into the elevator with Doris and Nora.

"Um..."

A muffled sound with a strong smell of alcohol and dissatisfaction came from his nose. Afro lay on the maid's shoulder and looked at him helplessly and hazily.

Who could stand that look?

Grace turned to look at Doris, who was standing beside her.

"Would it be much easier if I used magic?"

Doris tilted her head and leaned over to ask Grace how she felt with concern. Her hands that were not stained with water freely held her high heels, and her bare feet stepped on the floor wantonly.

"Speaking of which, how's Miss Aisha's drinking capacity? Are you interested in tasting the wine from Roland Garden?"

That concave and convex body with amazing beauty blocked someone's passionate sight of hangover just a little to one side.

Grace was a little surprised.

This extremely natural intimacy was almost like Doris's deliberate blocking action to block the most intoxicating smell of alcohol.

But Grace couldn't be sure. A woman's heart was as deep as the bottom of her heart. If she could easily guess what the other person was thinking, how could the world we live in be so tired?

She could only smile and respond politely,

"My drinking capacity is actually not very good. If necessary, I can have a few drinks with Miss Doris."

"Um……"

Doris stared at Grace seriously for a long time and said with an inexplicable smile,

"Actually, it feels like Miss Elsa is more like the kind of person who drinks juice at banquets?"

The door for resting is on the fourth floor. It is only one floor high and does not take long.

The covered Avro seemed to be snoring angrily.

Grace heard it but didn't want to ignore it.

Waiting for Avro to be helped out of the elevator, he watched for a long time as he left in the long and narrow passage, and watched Nora follow Avro for a long time.