Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace glanced at the motionless Avro in surprise.

Too lazy to talk to Avro, she leaned back on the backrest of the bench, folding her hands in silence, planning to wait until the saintly lady recovered before chatting.

It wasn't until the mechanical sound rang in her ears that Grace once again felt that she had traveled to a different world in the game.

[System Recommended Task: Avro’s current favorability is suitable for unlocking the maid training branch. Please complete the collection of maid outfits and other CGs within a week.Branch line unlock reward: Patroller positioning. 】

[Aphro's current mood is impatient, please change to surrender as soon as possible. 】

Grace doesn't like to use cheats when playing games. She wants to use her own power to complete everything as soon as possible.

Of course, she doesn't actually feel disgusted with the current task.

Grace secretly glanced at Miss Avro, who lowered her head as if she was about to drop her pearls...

The girl's side face is extremely beautiful, and she has a special charm between maturity and youth. The blood color of the sunset serves as the background, and her long blond hair is curled up in a gray and white winter skirt, which makes her feel a little more depressed. broken.

I actually really want to see Avro wearing a maid outfit.

So, Grace, who had reached a consensus with the system for the first time, boldly bumped a certain girl with her knee.

She randomly found an excuse and ordered coldly, "Afro, you just ignored me and showed me in a maid uniform."

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Sorry, I went to watch a movie with my girlfriend today.

There will be an update tomorrow to apologize to everyone. Sorry for being late~

63.You are expecting me to do something excessive

"Um……?"

With a gentle touch of his legs as the end of his meditation, the highlights in Avro's eyes gradually gathered, as if he was waking up from a dream.

This pet-like intimacy is not objectionable.

"What did you say?"

Avro frowned and turned his head and asked.

"I said - you just ignored me and worked as a maid for a few days."

Grace crossed her arms, her eyes were drooping and still had a cold temperature, but Afro could sense an inexplicable feeling of awkwardness.

Another weird thing!Someone is going to put her in a maid outfit!

Avro's attention was once again attracted by the jumping Royal Highness, and the feeling of being a little lost and lost disappeared in the wind in just a second.

She looked into the girl's eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know, but is being a maid a difficult requirement for you?"

Grace nodded slightly, taking it for granted that everything should be done according to her will.

To be honest, Grace doesn't seem like the kind of person who would make such a request.

Miss Grace's weakness is intimate contact.

What the maid needs to do is far beyond what she can accept.

As if to make what she said believable, Grace's eyes were as sharp as ice and she said in an arrogant tone:

"And I can be considered your brother's savior, right?"

Obviously yesterday I said I don’t want any form of thanks from myself.

Avro, who has a sincere heart, has long seen through someone's duplicitous "evil words". She slightly turned her body and moved closer to Grace, carefully observing the cold cheek of Her Royal Highness, curiously asked:

"Savior...? Your Highness Grace, is this a weird curse like last time?"

Avro also discovered a secret, that is, Grace cannot accept other people's sincere eyes that shine with the light of human kindness.

Therefore, Grace's pretty eyebrows were furrowed. She quietly shifted her gaze to the low shrubs next to her and said no.

"No. There was never a curse."

“I am the kind of person who will do strange things to others because of my own will.

And I’ve already done this to you, and you can really say such things, Avro, your attitude is really strange..."

As Grace spoke, she also cast an appreciative look at him.

Come on, who is weird?

Isn't Grace the one who likes to say weird things and do weird things all day long?How could she have the nerve to say such a thing?

Avro fell into Grace's rhythm again. She pointed at herself and asked in disbelief,

"Where am I weird?"

Grace glanced at Avro and said with some disgust:

"I said yesterday that I was moving to live with Princess Victoria. Why are you waiting for me in front of my palace?"

"If I hadn't wanted to come back to get something, wouldn't you have to wait here until dark? Don't you know?"

"I know." What surprised Grace was Avro's honesty.

"If you didn't come, I would just stay here and study."

She snatched the "History of the Goddess" from Grace's leg.

The setting sun at dusk dyed the girl's young cheeks with a dazzling golden glow, like the halo of a god crowning her. There was an indescribable divinity in her sincerity.

How could someone be so clean and simple?

Grace lowered her head, and the waning moon at dusk cast their shadows on the cobblestone path.

The shadows stood side by side, like two small hearts coming together.

Grace quickly shrank her body to the side, and she couldn't help but ask, "Then what you were thinking just now...you don't want me to be your sister-in-law?"

Actually, I didn’t want to ask, but the atmosphere was up and I thought I should say something like this.

Avro's mind was suddenly exposed. Her pupils shrank suddenly and she said in a panic, "

"No, I just... think... we nuns don't need to get married.

I was thinking about things at the time. Do you like my brother?Do you think my brother is a good match for you?Are you thinking that women must get married? "

Grace answered Afro's question without hesitation.

"I don't like it, it's not suitable, and I don't need it."

Grace looked up at the dark blue and orange-yellow sky. A few sporadic points of light began to shine, and the atmosphere was just right.

"Women have the right to pursue their ideals. For me, if it is something imposed by fate, if you can resist, just punch back. If you can't resist, swallow it first and then pay it back in detail."

"Life now is not enough for me to feel suffering."

Grace's voice was light and calm, as if she was telling a fairy tale.

Avro seemed very satisfied with Grace's words. She cast an expectant look at the girl, like a child eagerly looking for the correct answer, and asked,

"Brother won't like you, so... you won't marry my brother, right?"

"This is not something I can decide. Whether the stars shine or not depends on the rise and fall of the sun."

Grace stood up from the bench as she spoke. She patted the palace skirt on her body and changed the subject.

"Now, I just want to see your maid outfit, Miss Avro."

This too weird statement made all the soft atmosphere that had just accumulated dissipate.

"Ok?"

Would you like to hear what you are saying?

A big question mark even appeared above Avro's head. She was once again shocked by Miss Grace's turn.

"Your Highness Grace..."

"Shh."

Grace put her slender index finger against Sakura's lips, "If you say no, I will become your sister-in-law in the future anyway and torture your beloved brother every day."

"So you don't have the right to say no."

"...?"

To be honest, Afro doesn't really care whether she wears a maid outfit or not.

She does not have a keen sense of class and status like other nobles.

For her, being a maid is just a simple profession in the final analysis. Under the blessing of the goddess of bathing, everyone is equal as long as she does good.

But Your Highness Grace—please!The reason why I don't agree to you is to protect you!

Her attitude is really unacceptable. How could someone like that become her sister-in-law?

Avro couldn't help but frown.

But the heels of the shoes made a rapid thumping sound on the road, and Grace had already walked a long way.

The girl's back was thin, her steps didn't stop for a moment, and her tone carried an impersonal command, "Hurry up and follow me!"

In the end, Afro explained to his father Ke Ang that he planned to stay in the palace temporarily today on the grounds that Princess Grace wanted to talk to him late at night.

At the same time, he also asked his father to explain to the strict mother at home.

Of course, with Argerich's current relationship with Grace, Ke Ang readily agreed without any thought of obstruction.

……

The quiet moon outside the window is ambiguously hidden in the clouds and mist. Tonight must be an unforgettable night.

Grace sat in front of a desk lit by candlelight. On the table was a book called "Rhine Museum", which was the book she had used to pass the time while waiting for Avro.

Avro is more suitable for maid outfit than imagined.

The white katyusha is worn on top of the smooth blond hair, and the black and white maid uniform has a waist-cinching design, highlighting Avro's slim waist and well-developed female curves.

"Are you satisfied now..."

Avro said, hugging her chest in embarrassment, her head lowered, her clear eyes vaguely dodging.

This charm between maturity and youth, as well as a slight sense of shyness, makes people want to stop.

Full marks!She was born to be a maid.

Grace praised without hesitation. "Aphro, it seems to go well with the maid outfit."

"How long do you plan to play the master-servant game today? I'm very busy, and I have church duties tomorrow."

Although Avro cooperated in playing the master-servant game, she was always a little reluctant.

The more she resists, the more she wants to surrender.

Maybe it's people's demonic psychology at work, maybe it's because the relationship between Avro and Grace has changed unknowingly.

Grace couldn't help but have some thoughts of teasing her.

The water in the glass is already a little cold, and if you drink it in winter, it will inevitably be contaminated with a little coldness.

"Aphro, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't we agree to wait for a week?"

Grace rubbed her index finger around the glassware, and her eyes focused on the nun with interest.

"Can you get me a glass of water first?"

Avro felt very uncomfortable with Grace's coercive attitude.

Her face was as frozen as ice, and she retorted word by word through gritted teeth,

"Your Highness Grace, I didn't promise a week."

"Yes, you agreed in your heart."

Grace said shamelessly, her eyebrows curved and she nodded.

It was like a cat wagging its tail proudly, cute yet inexplicably domineering.

"And call the master."

She pushed the glass forward, suggesting that Afro pour herself some water.