Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace, who gradually stabilized her emotions in the slightly swaying carriage, raised her hand to Nora and asked, after deep thought and proficiency.

"Nora, do you have paper and pen here?"

Nora shook her head, “There is no such thing…”

Although the education penetration rate in the Rhine Empire is relatively high in the entire continent, it is not able to have paper and pen at hand at all times like in modern society.

But Grace didn't want to talk to Avro now before she had adjusted her mood.

After all, she is ridiculously stubborn.

After looking at the shrinking window view and thinking for a long time, Grace said softly, as if giving in.

"Afro is following us, did you see it? It's the carriage with gold trim."

Nora followed Grace's guidance and easily found Avro's carriage among the traffic.

"The one with the golden horse head."

"Yes, you get off the car later - tell her not to follow me. Rest for a while, and when the time comes I will go find her and make it clear."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora replied with a straight face, but her blinking frequency was a little faster than usual.

"If she asks how long it will be... tell her no more than a month."

"Yes."

Nora responded again.

The carriage rolled forward again, and Grace exhaled a heavy breath, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling of the carriage.

There seemed to be some kind of chill deep in the body, subtly traveling from the heart to every blood vessel, causing the thin body to tremble all the time.

Grace thought it was the chill from the draft, so she tucked up her fluffy mink coat, wrapping herself tightly like a penguin.

After a long absence, while the car was still some distance away, Grace, who was in a depressed mood, opened the system panel.

The first thing that pops up is the personal panel.

Character Grace [SP: 0/4] [Destiny]

Skills: [Advanced Holy Flame] [Mirror of Insight] [Patron Positioning] [Ice and Snow Perception·Full] [Darkness Perception] [Luck Perception]

Status: [Weak] [Cursed]

Attribute points: Magic 5 Force 0 Luck?

Compared with the last time, the personal panel is much different. Not only the attribute points are unlocked, but there is also a more interesting golden frame suffix.

——If you can get rewards by sticking with Avro, Grace can understand, after all, this is a butter world...

But what is [Destined Consent]?

Grace was puzzled, and with a slight thought, the system gave an explanation.

[Destined Consent: Establish a consensual relationship with the destined person chosen by the gods, so that you can master more magic about the light side, including but not limited to life connection...]

Further down, Grace was too lazy to look, but the prompt boxes accumulated in the system still kept popping up.

[Achieve the achievement of intercourse with Saint Avro and unlock the destiny agreement]

[Achieve the achievement of intimacy with Saint Avro and unlock the skill of sensing luck]

[Saint Avro’s personal CG has been agreed upon for the first time and bonus attribute points have been collected]

【Achieve exhaustion...】

Various magic items in the achievement store, as well as more and more contact tasks piling up

There were too many, and countless tinkling tones were like sharp steel needles piercing into Grace's eyes, causing her pupils to tremble in shock.

What are these and what...?

Avro's panel also changed slightly after this.

[Saint Avro] [Disposable] [Can be cultivated] [Missing] [?]

【Favorability:? ? ? 】

【Sanity: 15】

【Experience: 8】

【□□□：158】

[Commentary: The nun whom everyone loves seems to like to take time off on prayer days recently and has become a bit lazy. 】

Grace, who originally challenged someone to tame someone, has long been like a balloon that suddenly exploded after being inflated to the extreme, losing all the accumulated momentum.

If you want to do something like this with a little favor from the system...

Grace couldn't do it.

Once unspeakable emotions are attached, a player who is full of fighting spirit will lose her determination to challenge.

I don't want to go on like this anymore.

Grace's white right hand, which once tightly twisted the sheets, covered the restless snowfield.

An unprecedented panic hit every inch of her skin. Grace was confused about the future of her relationship with Afro.

It is no longer possible to indulge oneself and deceive one's sincerity just for the sake of doing a task.

It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't like it.

[System prompt: You have won the heart of Saint Avro, the flame of desire has broken through the sacred taboo, and your current spiritual surrender rate is 50%. 】

[Use all means to completely corrupt the pure and innocent soul - Chapter of the Corruption of the Noble Holy Soul. The mission has been released. Requirements: □□□ reaches 50, surrender rate is 80%, and experience value is 100. 】

[Within three days, it will ease Avro’s thoughts and reduce Avro’s □□□ to 60. 】

What do you mean?

Isn't this forcing myself to find Avro?

Grace frowned, her slender eyebrows stood upright, and she pursed her lips to suppress the forced nausea rising from her abdomen.

For some reason, the inexplicable chill became more and more acute, but now all of Grace's thoughts were affected by Avro and the system.

There is no way around the system requirements.

But - apart from the pain during the last system mission, there were no other more serious consequences. It seemed that it was just a sense of near-death to threaten myself to complete the mission.

If it comes at the cost of pain, it’s not intolerable...

After all, physical pain is just the simplest threshold in life.

It was just about enduring pain. She had always been good at enduring pain.

She leaned against the car door like a lost soul, holding her breath to hold back all the strange cold feelings.

……

As the groom reined in the horse, the pure white-haired horse stopped on Avenue Icke next to the Royal Opera House.

It is said to be next to the Royal Theater, but in fact it is one kilometer away.

Unlike the Royal Theater, which is paved with expensive marble, the paths here are paved with flint and cobblestones, which look a bit old.

The buildings on both sides are not like luxurious aristocratic neighborhoods. They use tall carved pilasters or door openings to create the beauty of light and shadow.

There are more simple wooden bungalows arranged one after another that have been painted, ordinary but beautiful.

Doris lived at the end of the alley, in a witch-style two-story bungalow with a small garden. In the cold winter, the flowers in the garden were blooming, so gorgeous that it looked like a brilliant spring.

She is really just like... Doris.

Grace closed the curtains, pushed the door open, and stepped on the beam.

Although Nora stretched out her hand to help, she jumped down as neatly as an agile cat.

The thin calves covered under the black winter skirt seemed to have lost their muscles and could not help but tremble all the time.

Has the weather gotten colder?

Grace looked up at the sun above the clouds. The winter sky was still hazy, and it was still unknown when spring would come.

Or is it because of Avro’s problem yesterday?

Ah...really, why are you still thinking about Avro?

Grace's face changed, and she hated herself for being bored.

But out of the corner of his eye, he took the initiative to catch a glimpse of Avro's carriage parked on the side of the long street in the distance.

The middle-aged carriage driver pretended that the wheel was broken, and while grabbing the curly hair on his head, he kept patting and pointing at the front and rear wheels.

And Afro seemed to have a small slit, only a pair of iconic green eyes, looking at himself cautiously.

What is she doing?

Grace felt really angry, funny, and helpless.

"..."

She looked back at Avro's carriage, winked at Nora, and signaled Nora to negotiate with the idiot nun.

……

"!!!"

Uh-huh!Avro pursed his lips and trembled all over as if he had been shocked by electricity. The red-brown curtains on the car window were pulled shut with a harsh sound, and his guilty heart was beating fast.

"Mr. Coachman, your acting skills are so bad!!!!"

145. The popular girl is almost done!

"Miss Afro...I have never done anything like this before. "

The embarrassed coachman sneaked to the window, his body stiffened and he reported in a low voice.

Avro's facial features were twisted into a ball in despair, and she wrapped her beautiful face in the curtains, like a blooming, childish and lovely flower.

"Mr. Coachman!!! Didn't you see it!! It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"

The girl glanced at the Gothic maid who was getting closer with burning eyes, her soft voice was urgent, and she couldn't help but kick the car door panel with her feet.

"Miss Nora is only ten steps away from here, why are you still pretending? You might as well get in the car and drive around the corner to hide!!!"

The driver's expression was subtle. He hurriedly touched the wheel and then pretended that nothing happened and got on the front of the car.

But——Miss Nora had already arrived in front of the car, before Mr. Coachman picked up the reins.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Coachman."

The thin maid stood up in front of the raised horse's hooves, her voice was calm but enough to stop the driver's movements completely.

The coachman held the reins hesitantly and looked back at the carriage with evasive eyes, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to Miss Avro in the carriage. It's my master who asked me to give Miss Avro this message."

"Miss Afro, what do you mean..."

The coachman approached the small door gap on the front and rear carriages again and asked.

"What do you want to say?"

With a crash, the red-brown curtains on the car door opened, and a serious face appeared in front of Nora.

Avro frowned and narrowed his eyes condescendingly.

If an uninformed person looked at Avro's expression, they would think that the nun was trying some evil believer.

"I'm just the road..."

Nora stared at her with burning eyes, and reminded her kindly like an artificial AI,

"Miss Avro, I remember that nuns can't lie."

"Cough cough..."

Avro's cheeks suddenly turned slightly red. She cleared her throat awkwardly, tilted her head to one side and whispered,

"I'm not lying, I was indeed passing by here." - Of course I followed Grace.