Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Snap, no surprise, is the sound of the strings of reason breaking, and also the sound of a palm falling on delicate skin.

Avro's clenched fist finally landed on Grace's wrist with spread fingers.

Grace easily resisted Avro's attack.

After all, Avro's completely out-of-control expression made everyone guess what she would do next.

The corners of Grace's mouth drooped, and she once again looked at her with downcast, cold eyes, and asked lightly,

"Angry? Angry?"

Occupied by blasphemous rage, Avro wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't move at all.

The pupils in Avro's eyes continued to tremble and spread like an earthquake.

As cold as frost - the girl's voice without any warmth.

Avro could only maintain his current posture, looking at Grace's cold and beautiful face like a doll, getting closer and closer.

The index finger, which was colder than ordinary people, hooked his chin like snow.

Her Royal Highness forced herself to look at her.

At the same time, the green-white index finger roughly grabbed the collar around her neck and pulled it toward her.

The leather collar pressed against his throat, and a humiliating pain was transmitted to his nerves. Avro could even imagine that his skin might have turned red.

Avro saw Her Royal Highness's aggressive red pupils, and he could only be at her mercy like a doll.

"Ah, I forgot to mention that wearing the collar means that I am your god now?"

Grace showed an unfriendly smile, "Please be respectful to your gods."

11.You’re in for a treat today.

Thinking of the magic flowing on the collar, thinking of Grace's persistence in letting herself wear the collar.

Grace - she can control herself with a collar!You can even use the collar to force yourself to do things you don’t want to do!

At this moment, Avro was finally convinced - Her Royal Highness, no, Grace, this bad woman was completely deceiving herself.

She uses her kindness as a weapon and controls herself through the collar around her neck.

Finally, he would get the pleasure of humiliating the Holy See and the goddess from himself.

She is a complete lunatic who does things for no reason.

If my brother wants to marry this kind of woman...if that doesn't work, he must immediately find a reason for him to break off the engagement with her!

Avro's body couldn't move, his teeth were almost broken, and his scorching eyes almost turned the emotion of hatred into a physical sword.

Grace could naturally see this obvious emotion.

The ring of sanity is more useful than Grace imagined. It seems that as long as the mind is moved, the other party will be forced to obey her orders.

But it's almost done. It would be a bit too much to force it any further.

Nothing in this world is achieved overnight, not even taming.

"I know you're angry, but that's it for today."

Grace said, giving her a friendly smile, and then patted Avro's head as a comfort as if stroking a pet.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and whether a smile is friendly or not can be seen almost at first glance.

A smile that comes from the heart will bring light to the eyes, but it is unclear whether the other person will accept the kindness.

Avro still looked at himself with gloomy eyes full of vigilance.

Hmm...it seems that she doesn't accept it, Grace came to this conclusion.

The other party is kind, but that doesn't mean he will be manipulated.

Grace didn't care either. She took a step back, released her control over Avro's body, and ordered as a matter of course,

"Next, you go find a carriage to take me back to the palace. We will talk about your brother on the way."

Avro, who was freed from body control, remained unusually calm. She took a step back and tried to keep the greatest distance from Grace.

There is no way, because the other person has a collar that controls her body. If she angers the other person, will she really force herself to do something more outrageous?

With unwillingness and anger clearly written in her eyes, she asked,

"Your Highness, do you think this is all fun?"

Grace put Afro's blanket on her body and answered calmly,

"No."

The muscles at the corners of Avro's mouth twitched, and she suppressed her anger and asked again,

"Then you designed all this just to humiliate me?"

"nor."

Grace still answered the same.

There is no need to continue this kind of nutritious problem.

The vitality slowly recovered from a state of extreme lack. Even with Avro's spiritual power transmission, Grace spent too much energy.

His stomach was empty, and his tired body inevitably felt an unbearable hunger.

Grace figured it was time to return to the palace.

She originally wanted to ignore the cloud of resentment on someone's forehead and open the door to the confessional.

But suddenly I thought... I didn't seem to know where to go from the palace, and I also needed to learn something about my poisoning from Avro.

At the same time, a special scent similar to cedar reached the tip of my nose.

Then, Grace saw a slender and well-proportioned arm pressed against the wall very domineeringly and decisively, blocking the distance between herself and the wall.

It was Avro who blocked his way.

Grace turned her head and saw the girl's eyebrows raised and her angry look on her face.

She was indeed a little confused today, and it was right for her to be angry. Grace expressed her understanding.

In this case, Grace took the initiative and issued a sincere invitation and asked:

"Ah...Afro, have you had lunch? Do you want to have lunch with me and talk about your brother?"

"Don't look at me like that. Just have lunch peacefully. I'm treating you today."

The air seemed to be stagnant. At this moment, Avro even wanted to ask the demon Agtus in hell to completely burn the person in front of him with the endless fire of hell.

It's best to stop her from harming others!

"..."

This is for the sake of my brother, I only endure it a little bit for the last time.

Although Afro had a gloomy face, her brows were furrowed like mountains, and every muscle on her face was filled with disgust, she still agreed with almost no struggle or resistance.

"Okay." - The word was almost forced out of his throat.

But Grace seemed to have forgotten that she had no money to treat guests to dinner.

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Accidentally reincarnated into a young and beautiful 16-year-old girl in Tokyo, Chika Tachibana found that she had become the object of her simulation, and could watch the details of the simulation of her by the simulator hosts in real time.

After a brief panic, Chika Tachibana accepted the reality.

Now that you have this ability, you should make good use of it. By observing other people's love simulations to deduce the future, choosing a suitable love partner and life seems to be a good choice.

However......

The arrogant daughter with blond hair and twin tails who never means what she says;

Senior sister Kuronaga Nao who is mature, intellectual, broad-minded and caring for her;

The NEET cousin who is weak, cowardly, devoted to her, and slightly yandere;

A hot girl from the same class who has a frivolous demeanor and is full of thoughts in her head but is unexpectedly very defensive;

Carefully examining the simulator hosts who simulated her love, [Straight Girl] Chika Tachibana couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

"Why are they all beautiful girls?!"

12.Like your eyes

The white winter snow hangs on the eaves and dry branches, surrounded by the bustling smoke and fire, and the muddy snow is mixed with dirty footprints.

Grace stood quietly at the door of the church holding an umbrella, like the ethereal girl in the painting waiting to return home in the wind and snow.

She looked into the distance and tucked up the white mink dress that didn't match her outfit at all.

Avro brought this to herself from the church, and it still smells faint of cedar...

Well, it should be her own clothes.

But when she got the coat for herself, she vaguely revealed a hint of disgust, as if she wouldn't want the dress again after putting it on.

Who said she is a gentle white lotus flower, and her upright manner is very cute.

Grace was in a very good mood.

coming!

In the distance, the snow-covered avenue ushered in a gorgeous carriage with dark gold and white outlines.

At the front of the car is a coachman in a tuxedo driving two energetic and majestic gray horses. Two exquisite colorful flags fluttering in the wind are planted on the top of the complexly carved carriage.

The colorful flag was embroidered with a glittering golden family crest - a half-crouched white gryphon with its slender tail raised, ready to go, as if it might launch a swift attack at any time.

Avro herself can be considered the eldest daughter of a new noble, so naturally the carriage she rides on is not too bad.

Only the top nobles awarded by the king will have family crests.

The Argerich family should not be as ordinary as imagined. At the very least, they should be able to marry a princess, so they should have considerable strength.

The horse's hooves came to a stop in front of him, and the window shrouded in mist was slowly pushed open.

A holy and delicate face appeared in the window, Avro's eyebrows sank slightly, and she said in a cold tone,

"Come up."

"Ah."

Grace nodded, not caring about her anger at all. She held down her cloak slightly and prepared to step on the axle beam.

But there was a vicissitudes of life and a hoarse call from behind,

"Dear young lady, please stay."

Grace turned her head when she heard the sound. The loose skin was piled up like lava, and the dark skin cracked in the cold winter.

It was the old woman from the church before.

She was wearing a ragged and patched coarse linen garment, and her coat, which was exquisitely made of ferret fur and had gold embroidered collars, was neatly folded into squares.

As a woman, Grace has a heartfelt and natural sympathy for the poor people at the bottom. She lowered her eyes and asked with concern,

"What's wrong? Didn't I give you clothes? Why don't you wear them?"

The old man handed over his coat with gratitude, his voice trembling in the cold wind.

"Dear lady, I cannot accept your gift."

Grace turned around, shook her head, and said kindly,

"This is not a gift. I heard the gospel from the goddess. She asked me to give you this piece of clothing as a reward for your piety."

She fooled the old man half-heartedly, then picked up the mink coat in the old man's hand, unfolded it, and gently draped it on the old man's body.

"You no longer need to dedicate everything to the goddess, because the goddess has already seen your heart."

"Sorry, miss... I'm so dirty."

The old man waved his hands and tried his best to refuse. His dry hand touched the white hand, and then he shrank back in shame as if he was electrocuted.