The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

At this moment, she is Fran's god.

Even if a myth were to come, he would have to ask her for the initial capital for his missionary work.

But she could not afford to be melancholy. The princess had to speed up the pace of conferring titles in order to recycle the excess francs on the market.

You know, the annual financial resources of the Yunling Governor's Office are only four or five hundred thousand gold shields, and the wealth she handles in a month is more than ten times that.

To manage this vast wealth, Hestia had no choice but to seek the help of the Grand Duke of Lorraine, who assigned a team of financial experts to manage the Bank of Lorraine. Even though they were all retainers she didn't know, they were definitely more reliable than the termites of the Vaning family.

With this money, she can even build a steel torrent that rivals the Iron Army. The only limitation is resources, not funds.

Of course, this money does not currently belong to the Lorraine family, but to the Yunling Governor's Office and the vast number of investors.

As a Celestial Dragon of the Empire, Hestia felt obligated to protect the wealth of her people and not allow the rats to embezzle it.

Entering the cave in the back mountain in a happy mood, Hestia remembered her purple-skinned puppy that she had lost for the first time after more than half a month, and brought a set of leather gifts to express her condolences.

However, when Wu Yiyi arrived at the entrance of Yamazaki Cave, she saw a bunch of strange plants growing there, and she couldn't help but frown.

Torn into pieces, like flesh and blood.

The flower core trembles, as if talking in a dream.

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This chapter is a bit of a transition, but it was a bit difficult to write. It took me six hours to finish it. I actually wanted to take a break tonight, but I still wrote it. I should take another day or two off at the end of October, otherwise I will still be quite exhausted.

Volume 88: Bird in a Cage: . Hatred is as deep as the sea

Hestia approached the coral-like and colorful flesh-and-blood plants. A hazy, addictive, and hysterical dream permeated the spiritual perception of the "Dream Builder". Fragmented images were pieced together, as if Manli's body was chopped into pieces and then sewn together with cotton-wrapped needle and thread.

The princess did not delve further into the corrupted crimson dream. Instead, she listened to the enchanted whispers and asked, "Why do you still keep such an unlucky thing? Miller is not dead yet?"

The Emerald Jade appeared behind the princess and shook his head gently. "Your Highness, what you are seeing now is a worm bred by the Matildaal Mark."

"Blot?"

"Proof of the existence of living things, like slime proving the crawling of a slug, or coal proving the burning of wood, also serves as a beacon, telling of our mystical memories and long journey," Iyana explained. "In the mystical doctrines of the present, the 'I' and 'we' are incomplete... Your Highness, what do you think truly is you?"

Hestia wrinkled her nose slightly. She didn't particularly enjoy delving into this kind of knowledge. In a sense, she was a natural moth cultivator, trusting instinct and intuition, loving within natural desire. She gravitated toward truth, and rejected error. If anyone accused her of being a slave to desire, the princess would clearly clarify who was truly the master.

"I am just who I am."

Iyana remained silent and said with a smile:

"In the eyes of mystics, we are a collection of countless imprints, an illusion of self shaped by the collection of perceptions. We are incomplete and unreal, merely fragments from birth to death. Since we are perceived, there must be a perceiving true self. This is precisely the path of ascension for mystics, to escape the constraints of the phenomenal world and find transcendence in the invisible secrets."

"Do you think you are just an illusion now?"

"Your Highness, I'm not a mystic." Iyana shook her head gently. "This is to facilitate the explanation of 'Miss Miller's' existence. She was overwhelmed by a strong imprint, abandoned by her true self. She may be 'Miller', but she is no longer human and lacks rationality. She has become a strange worm, an independent temptation. I call this worm and temptation 'Matildaal'."

Iyana seemed to be going in circles, but in reality, she wanted to explain to the princess the true nature of this strange existence—

"Matildahl".

If we were to add another adjective, it would be "Matildahl's imprint."

What surprised Iyana was that Matildahl, who was bewitched by [Qi Su], did not become a worm of [Qi Su], but was transformed into a new bewitching and a new worm by an extremely strong imprint.

In this bewitching story, Matildahl, consumed by boundless attachment and admiration, reveled in the illusion of being favored by the princess. The more he clung to the bewitching story, the deeper he sunk into the abyss of being loved, drowning Matildahl's true soul, leaving only the most intense, distorted fragments of his desire for favor.

"Standing before Matildahl, I can feel an overwhelming love, as if His Highness is thinking of me all the time." Iyana caressed the petals of Coral and said softly, "If this message spreads, perhaps the whole world will respect and love you."

"Forget it," Hestia declined politely and reminded, "Iyana, don't get infected."

"So, is my current desire for His Highness infected, or not?"

"This is different," Hestia pushed away the elf's bare hand that was touching Matildaal, emphasizing, "You can have as much love as you want from this princess. There's no need to wallow in illusions like a pathetic creature."

"I understand, Your Highness."

Iyana never thought of possessing all the princess's love. She was already satisfied, but she still had a trace of pity for the misguided Matildahl Miller.

Hestia asked, "So you keep this worm just to experience the visions it brings?"

"No, I've been researching worms and their history lately," Iyana said seriously. "Since the Corruption War, worms have rarely appeared in landmark events in official history. If worms were once the greatest threat to the esoteric path, forcing us to tread on the edge of a dark cliff with every step, then after the Corruption War, worms have weakened to a common but easily treatable 'disease' for the esoteric practitioners who have passed down the traditions from generation to generation. The desires and negative emotions we face may breed temptation, but in this era, they are no longer worth mentioning."

"Qiu Su is an exception."

"Not only Qiu Su, but also the 'Mother Fungus' mentioned by the Cocoon Sisters."

"Bacteria?"

Although she was once an electronic moth practitioner in the sisterhood, Hestia had no impression of the history of the "Mushroom Mother" and the Fungus Skeleton believers.

"The original deity of the path of love is the [Blue Garden], but Your Highness, do you know why the root of the path is given the symbol of 'moth'?"

"Cocoon Mother?"

"Fungi weave cocoons, and ancient moths cycle through decline and resurrection," Iyana recited softly. "This is a message from an ancient book, perhaps related to worms. If those ancient worms were to descend in this era, we must first familiarize ourselves with their characteristics and powers to prepare for the dangers on the path... If we are not careful, an entire branch path could be corrupted by the worms."

"That makes sense," Hestia agreed with a straight face.

Qiu Su has become a page in the witch's book. It is hard to say whether it is a righteous path or not, but it is definitely not her crisis.

"So I need to study the effect of the worm on Mengsu." Iyana continued to explain, "[Matildael] is relatively mild. Even if it spreads, it won't pose a threat to Your Highness."

Hestia hadn't expected that Matildaal, after a lifetime of jealousy, would be described as "gentle" in the end. Shrugging, the princess said, "Then plant it here...will it affect my new puppy?"

"I tried to use Matildaal to correct Aphra Manro's twisted thoughts, but with little success."

Iyana lowered her head in shame.

Using worms to "correct" thoughts sounds awkward.

But when it comes to dark elves, it does make some sense.

During her lifetime, Matidal was known for her cruelty to elves, double-dealing, and bullying of the weaker ones. Kidnapping Viola was the most glorious crime she committed.

But these are not even commonplace for the dark elves.

When the princess is angry, she will kill her entire family, but when the dark elf is angry, he can soak the heads of the entire family in nutrient solution, use their despair to light the lights, and let them stare at each other in rows of crystal lampshades until they have a mental breakdown.

Ask is the elven dark arts.

"That's fine. Not being easily seduced by worms will only enhance the puppy's value." Hestia nodded. "Go down. I'll teach her the true meaning of imperial fashion."

Iyana glanced at the leather goods in the princess's hand. Although she wanted to say that such torture was nothing to the dark elves, she did not say anything and only responded softly.

The elf knew that His Highness had no intention of torturing the dark elf. The silver-haired girl before him gradually resembled the domineering figure who had once ridden the maids around the garden, and what this meant was obvious—

The princess did not treat the dark elves as prisoners, but merely as toys that could be kneaded and torn at will.

The fact that she was nearly strangled to death by a maid shows just how deeply resented the princess was. Many were injured and disabled by various accidents during the Celestial Dragons' "fun." If it weren't for the Elven Maid Mother's efforts to stop her, the young dragon would have wanted to see how many maids it took to defeat a saber-toothed tiger.

Hestia entered the cave, and the invisible barrier opened up to her. The grid-like, overlapping space gradually shifted, finally settling on a bound elf with bright purple skin...

Afra was blindfolded, in a precarious position, completely naked. Her hands were shackled behind her waist, her ankles locked together, and a collar hung around her neck, connected to a groove below. This made it impossible for her to stand upright, forcing her to either kneel or lie on her side. The lush purple tufts were still wet with dew, and the strange smell of metabolism lingered in the air.

She was wearing a gag that separated her teeth, and a hose was roughly connected to her esophagus to allow the flow of nutrient magic.

"It seems my dear secretary is not as gentle as she appears. Look what she has done to my little dog."

Hestia's voice echoed in the cave, causing the dark elf to sit up subconsciously, curl up nervously, and at the same time wrinkle a ferocious face as if he would rather die than surrender, and move towards the source of the voice.

This is because the princess wronged the elf servant mother.

At the beginning, Iyana gave Aphra relatively ample living space, but before she could leave, the dark elf hit her head against the stone wall and fainted.

Yu Ling was just dreaming, so the elf had to use secret techniques to change his attributes. The hard stone walls turned into a soft sea cotton, but this could not stop the dark elf from tearing off the few remaining pieces of cloth and hanging himself using the protruding stone spikes.

With no other options, Iyana once again took the tools away and tied Aphra's feet with ropes to restrict her movement. However, the dark elf unexpectedly rolled on the ground, using an extremely flexible angle to lift her ankles onto her neck, breaking her joints, and using her own weight to complete a difficult self-strangle, swimming half a circle in the gates of hell.

Fortunately, Iyana was a spiritual practitioner of the Way of Heaven. She immediately captured the dark elf's soul that was about to escape, reattached its broken neck, and then completely handcuffed Aphra's hands and feet, leaving her with no more than 50 centimeters of space to move, and even defecation had to be done on the spot.

Then, Aphra began a hunger strike...

Although she has become a mortal, the dark elf's will makes her burst out with amazing determination. Iyana has no choice but to let the purple-skinned puppy become like this.

Hestia didn't know the truth and just thought that Iyana was deliberately torturing the morally low and the scum among the elves.

She took off Aphra's eye mask, and the light reflected by the glowing jade made the dark elf squint his eyes, and then, a huge hatred burned towards the princess.

The hatred has turned into a river in the Witch's Book, and the Witch's Book is a part of the princess's soul. Therefore, Hestia can clearly feel the power of rage and hatred, which is radiating with unparalleled malice.

Using these emotions, she can infiltrate Aphra's soul, influencing and manipulating her.

Unfortunately, she had tried this before in the Vinaya. Aphra was determined and extremely vigilant, and half-hearted "seduction" was completely insufficient to control this noble dark elf.

Hestia was like a primitive man using a musket as a fire stick, unable to unleash the full power of [Enmity].

Aphra let out a low hissing growl from her throat, and saliva flowed out from the gag.

"Oh, I forgot about that." Hestia slapped her forehead.

However, just as she removed the gag from Aphra, she let out a howl and her sharp canine teeth bit her delicate fingers.

Thanks to the magic potion essential oil, one bottle of which could be exchanged for an entire manor, the princess took excellent care of her hands. Even though she practiced swordsmanship frequently, she did not have any calluses on her hands.

However, when Aphra bit down on such a finger with her fangs, it was as if she was chewing on a piece of tough cowhide. All her strength was finally reflected on her gums. The extremely sour feeling instantly deprived her mouth of the perception, and her pair of canine teeth suddenly became loose.

"Afra, little dog, have you forgotten I'm a High Knight?" Hestia gently patted the dark elf's head. "Although I'm only an Iron Throne Knight, my power-augmented physique is not something a mortal can injure."

Amplification is a High Knight's fundamental power, a blessing granted by the tower. The princess hadn't deliberately toughened her skin, but had simply enhanced her overall physique, which was sufficient to withstand even the most common lacerations.

Even if she hadn't degenerated into a mortal, Aphra's bite force wouldn't have caused any harm to her, not to mention that she was already a lost dog.

"Bitch nest."

Aphra cursed.

"I looked up the cultural customs of the dark elves. If that swear word refers to lowly females who are only worthy of being enjoyed and abused, then you already are one, right?"

The princess undid Aphra's shackles, opening her pair of sore and soft jade pillars. The long-term confinement had obstructed the dark elf's blood circulation, and her limbs became stiff and weak. Facing the Tianlong's aggression, she could only stare at the pair of golden dragon eyes, as if she wanted to kill with her eyes.

Then, the princess opened a bottle of fragrant potion and poured it down along the dark elf's scalp.

"What's that in your hand?!"