The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"You swear to the God-Emperor?" Aphra was surprised.

"I swear by the Divine Emperor. What do you think, Funi? Isn't that sincere enough?" The princess hooked the laces of Aphra's lapel. "But there is no other woman who can make me swear such a poisonous oath."

"..."

Aphra was silent.

The path of mysticism does not require belief in a deity. Often, mystics worship a myth, elder, or deity, more to emulate their path and use their beacon to illuminate a safe path.

However, once the path is connected with faith, there is no turning back, and the cost of deviating from it is extremely high.

The High Knights undoubtedly held steadfast faith in the God-Emperor, and they would never joke with him. Even if the oath itself lacked power, the act of blaspheming the God-Emperor itself was a serious violation of the High Knights' code, and the consequences for their future path were immeasurable.

Therefore, when the princess uttered these words, Aphra no longer doubted their truth.

but……

"Why?" Aphra asked.

"This princess has taken a liking to you. This is your great honor. Why else would you ask for more?"

"..."

It must not be that simple.

She must have some tricks up her sleeve!

There must be more!

Aphra gritted her teeth, but couldn't figure out the hidden arrow behind her.

She had visited the princess's menagerie, and found most of the creatures there were rare and precious, even including mysterious creatures like the Thorn Spirit Jellyfish, captured by the Dreaming. While deadly to mortals, they were no match for a single blow from a skilled esoteric cultivator. Even without using her powers, Aphra remained invincible, relying solely on her weapons, agility, and the innate spiritual perception of her esoteric cultivation.

And if the enemy is a secret cultivator...

It would be even easier if she didn't use her powers. She was a dream builder in the realm of understanding, and her qualities in all aspects were superior to those of the lower levels. Even if her opponent was a high knight, without the protection of the tower, what was there to be afraid of?

Oh, right, weapons!

If the princess asked her to fight the steel-armored stone man with her bare hands, she really had no way to do it.

"I will use my own dagger," said Aphra.

"no problem."

"You agree like this? Aren't you afraid that I'll win..."

"Don't you really want to win?" Hestia asked back, "Am I not serious enough?"

"You will pay the price for underestimating me. I hope you will keep your promise and not blaspheme your faith." Aphra couldn't think of any reason why the dragon would do this. She had no room to object. If she didn't dare to accept this, she would appear too cowardly. So she said, "I will fight for my freedom with my life, even if you ask me to fight ten rounds in a row."

"That's great!" The princess clapped her hands happily. "What are you waiting for? Serve it up!"

"You... don't need me to swear an oath as well?" Aphra frowned and hesitated again.

"Dark elves are the most treacherous. Rather than asking you to swear an oath, I'd rather take it myself." Hestia gently twisted her index finger in Aphra's temple, causing a subtle tickling sensation. "If you lose, how about letting me ride on your waist all night? This time, don't let your consciousness hide in dreams."

"..." Aphra's face rarely turned red. She gritted her teeth and uttered a difficult syllable, "Okay."