Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Taking advantage of this moment, Grace finally had time to relax and check out the so-called rewards given by the system.

The first is the [Mirror of Insight] rewarded by the limited-time mission at the beginning. At first, Grace had little hope for this reward item.

But its function is surprisingly useful, similar to NPC status, it can identify the name and identity of the people it sees.

It is very helpful for Grace to integrate into the identity of a royal princess.

As for the Holy Flame Technique, it is a forbidden flame technique that can only be performed by those chosen by the gods in the Holy See of Light. It has the magic power to burn everything and evolve filth.

With my current physical condition, I can only use it up to five times a month.

As for what kind of power it was, Grace glanced at Miss Avro beside her with her peripheral vision...

Avro is still here, so he can't experiment.

She sat on the gold-wired piano chair, resting her elbows on the black piano cover, looking at her profile in a dazed and distracted manner.

Grace's fingers turning the pages suddenly stopped.

To be honest, he looks a little dull, much like Wangwang, the golden retriever who accompanied me quietly when I was working.

It is quieter and more obedient than other dogs. If you don't pay attention to it, it will keep looking at you pitifully until you put down your work and become excited.

Grace was moved by the scene and couldn't help but break the tranquility. She turned her head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"..."

Avro's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. She pursed her lips, then turned over in disgust, and continued to sit on the piano in a daze.

Who is looking at you? ——Grace has even thought about the inner thoughts of the nun.

She smiled softly and continued to flip through the "Encyclopedia of World Geography" in her hand.

Grace's ears moved slightly. Even though the window was closed, she could still hear faint chatter under the palace hall.

It seems that the quality of this body is better than imagined, and the voices should be those of two young maids.

"Why did you only send the second-in-command physician? Where is the chief physician of Cuchud?"

"I heard that Her Majesty Grace is in peace, so Lord Couchud obeyed His Majesty the King's order and was waiting at Ambassador Cardin's dinner. He said he was afraid that Ambassador Cardin would also be poisoned..."

"Then the body of our Royal Highness is not important? Your Royal Highness Grace is so kind-hearted, but she is still making desserts for him every day when her health is so poor... How can His Majesty the King bear it?"

"But His Majesty the King doesn't like His Highness Grace to begin with..."

"Shh, you're crazy, don't say such nonsense."

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, oh?You seem to have heard something extraordinary?

……

"Your Highness Grace, the doctor is here."

The maids came and went, bringing a young man wearing a white magic robe and carrying a black medicine box. He had brown curly hair and wore glasses. He looked clean and calm.

"Well, let's go down."

Grace ordered the maids to retreat, then closed the book in her hand. After looking at the desk for too long, she slightly turned her stiff neck.

The imperial doctor stepped forward, respectfully placed his right hand on his heart, and bowed deeply.

"Your Highness Grace, I am Mandel Granlido, the second-in-command physician. I will examine your body. Please bear with me."

"Yeah." Grace closed the book and nodded quietly.

"Now please extend your right hand. This may be a little offensive to you."

Grace was a little hesitant. She took off the lace white silk gloves placed on the desk, put them on slowly, and finally showed her slender fingers in front of the doctor.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Your Highness."

Mandel opened the black medicine box and covered Grace's hand with a clean white cloth.

Then, he gently placed his right hand three centimeters above Grace's palm.

An icy chill spread throughout the body from his right hand, and the palms that had not yet connected burst out with a faint blue magic light.

Do doctors from other worlds use magic to treat patients?Unlike cold equipment, this was a quite surprising experience for Grace.

Mandel's originally peaceful eyebrows were crushed by the layers of blue light as the blue light became more and more intense.

Outside the ward where the smell of disinfectant penetrates directly into the nose, the family members of patients who learned that their lives are like a candle often show such worried expressions.

It was a feeling of powerlessness that could not withstand death.

"What's the matter? Physician Mandel?"

"Ah...Your Highness."

Mandel quickly retracted his hand and broke away from his trance. He looked back at Avro sitting on the piano, his facial features wrinkled due to hesitation.

"This……"

Grace glanced at the embarrassed imperial doctor, understood, and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. Miss Avro is my confidant. There's no need to be shy. Just say it."

The word "confidant" made a nun who had been eavesdropping tremble slightly. She scratched the crisp piano cover as if making an invisible rebuttal.

"Your Highness, your physical condition is too bad... I don't understand why your body has reached its limit and you are in pain every moment. You can't live more than three months. Why can you still..."

"So persistent."

Mandel's face was full of worry and uneasiness. He glanced at Grace, who was neither sad nor happy, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Boom, there was a crisp sound of kneeling down. Mandel was half-kneeling and said incoherently in a trembling and frightened voice,

"No, no, I'm not saying that you will die immediately, but your body is full of death energy and you will not survive for three months at most."

"But maybe, maybe after magic and drug treatment, you can live for another two years..."

These words all fell clearly into the ears of the bystander Avro.

Why?Grace...is she going to die?

Avro's pupils shrank suddenly, the corners of her mouth drooped, and the center of her eyebrows also drooped for some reason, as if there was a thick boulder pressing tightly between her eyebrows, eyes, and lips.

Avro wanted to ask for a reason, but he still couldn't tell.

She glanced at Her Royal Highness cautiously and found that her expression showed neither fear of death nor any shock.

She didn't seem to be afraid of death at all, just like cold snow, silently waiting to melt in the sun.

26. She belongs to me

Grace is suffering inhuman pain and will die soon, just like the "snow" in the impression.

How are you feeling?

Feeling uncomfortable?happy?Or feel lost?Or should it be the pleasure that the wicked enjoy after they deserve what they deserve?

Nothing.

Outside the mist-covered glass window, the sky was getting dark. Afro looked up slightly at the window and felt complicated. His mood was like a black mixture of all colors.

At night after a light snowfall, the stars are buried so that no one can see any light.

The mood is indescribably strange.

Why can some people be so calm in the face of death?

Why would she do this to herself?Why does she act like a sane madman?

Why does it seem like there is nothing in the world that she remembers?

Avro couldn't figure it out. She lowered her head and placed her hands on her thighs as if she had lost her energy.

Mandel's tangled and frightened facial features are enough to show the pain the girl is bearing at this moment.

Is she in agony every moment?

Could this be divine punishment from the goddess?But why can’t I feel any happiness at all?

Grace, she could finally get the punishment she deserved, or the goddess could forgive her sins.

But, but...

At this moment, Avro's slender hands with protruding joints tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, as if he was afraid of losing something precious.

She bit her lower lip and stared at the ethereal girl by the window, under the moon, and in the light.

Next to Grace, the royal doctor Mandel, who was half kneeling on the ground, continued to speak tremblingly,

"Your Highness, I have just entered the palace not long ago. Before, it was the chief lord who shouldered such an important responsibility. I didn't know about your previous physical condition... I wonder what kind of treatment you are receiving now?"

Mandel clearly knew that if a member of the royal family had serious medical problems, his career could be ruined if he was not careful.

Avro felt uncomfortable, and she glanced at Grace strugglingly and meaningfully.

Grace still didn't show much expression, even though there was going to be an endless hell ahead, even though she was suffering from unbearable pain.

But she still said in an understatement - "It doesn't matter, I won't treat you, and you don't need to treat me."

Why not treat?

Avro's uneasy eyes were once again stung by Grace's indifferent answer.

The nameless anger was building up in his heart. Avro clenched his back teeth and locked onto that figure firmly.

Why does she always act so indifferent?

Her life was saved by her own experience of blasphemy and giving up her self-esteem.

Her life is mine!

No!

Never allow her to die so easily!

The pain she suffered and the final outcome should be decided by herself!

If she was to be punished, the only person who could punish her would be the goddess herself!

How could you give up so easily?

Avro bit her lower lip tightly and never broke the conversation between the two.

The look on Mandel's face became even more embarrassing. He raised his head eagerly and reminded him out of a doctor's professional ethics,

"But Your Highness, if you don't receive treatment, your life will not last more than three months."

"I know."

Grace folded the white cloth in her hand three times and placed it on the desk nonchalantly.

She stood up and began to rummage through the jewelry box filled with jade, pearls and gold, and asked calmly:

"How old is Mandel?"

Mandel sighed sadly, "33 years old, Your Highness, I was born in the holy year 675."

"Well, you are quite young. You can be the second-ranked doctor at a young age. You have a bright future. I believe you must know that there are some things you can say and some things you cannot say, right? I don't want to hear some rumors."

As Grace spoke, she rummaged through the sparkling jewelry box for a long time and finally found a shining and dazzling oval diamond.

She closed one eye and looked at it for a while, like a child digging out a treasure from the sand.

Her slender fingertips easily grasped the diamond in her hand and focused it in front of her eyes. Grace warned softly,

"Otherwise, it will be very troublesome for me to deal with it."

Then she seemed to lower her head and exchanged glances with Mandel.

Avro didn't know what kind of look it was, but he could clearly detect the dangerous murderous intent in Grace's tone.

She even said that she would draw her sword and kill the second imperial doctor in the next second.

Mandel reiterated nervously again, "Your Highness!...The physical condition of royal members is strictly confidential."

"All right."

After receiving a loyal answer, the tense and chilling atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Grace rewarded Mandel with the diamond in her hand in a gentle way.

"This is a reward for you. As for my physical problems, you don't have to worry about it. Mandel, you are a smart man and you will be successful in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness."