The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Upon hearing about the Iron Army camp, even the most radical Blade Cultivators hesitated, while the more conservative Blade Cultivators began to advise, "Commander, as the staff officer said, things seem amiss lately. We should be cautious. Furthermore, the Iron Army camp is heavily garrisoned, so it will be difficult for us to directly defeat the High Knights for the time being."

"Yes, Commander, the reformists recently contacted me. They want to start a new revolution in Fran. Although we don't have a special relationship with them, at a time like this, it's best to unite all possible forces and cooperate with all parties."

The young man's fiery gaze swept over everyone, finally looking at the blonde girl next to him: "Are you also holding such cowardly thoughts like them?"

"Like you, I've always wanted to plant my own flag on the ruins of the tower." The blonde girl sighed slightly, "But now is not the time. We've preliminarily confirmed that it was the reformers from northern Yunling who infiltrated Yunding City. Since they want to confront the Iron Army, we should give them the field."

"Give it to them?" a Blade Master objected. "If they really drive the Iron Army out of Yunling, won't we be handing over all the business we've built over the years?"

"Is your business for yourself, or for the freedom of all Fran?" the blonde girl asked. "If the Reformers can truly transform Yunling, then why wouldn't we let them do the same?"

"That's a good idea." Someone nodded in agreement.

In any case, the decision to retreat and lie in wait may not be very brave, but it is at least wiser than unilaterally exposing oneself to the Iron Army.

"you--"

"Gregor, this is what the mentor meant."

The blonde girl blocked all the young man's anger with just one sentence.

Finally, after making the decision to lie dormant, the meeting ended and the young man slumped in his chair in frustration.

"I finally fooled them. I've already said that I'm not suitable for this position."

"As the mentor's disciple, it is enough for you to subdue everyone with force, and leave the rest to me." The blonde girl stared at the harbor outside the window with a gloomy look, her thoughts like a tangled mess, and the miserable situation in the cafe was vivid in her mind.

"You're the one who knows how to come up with ideas," the young man chuckled. "When I said I wanted to break up with the Iron Army, didn't you see those two guys, Jena and Xavier? They usually yell about rebellion, but they immediately fell silent when I mentioned breaking up the Iron Army."

"That's because they have more brains than you." The blonde girl said, "Give the Blades a vacation and have them go to Tailan and Bailey Island to be on standby. You too."

"What about you?"

"I'm staying here."

"Because of your friend?"

"Someone has to take charge of Yunding's affairs, and it's not just because of her. I need to contact the princess to arrange for the mentor's plan..."

"That little dragon? You've seen her. What was it like?"

"I can't tell her depth. She's the most difficult Celestial Dragon I've ever met, haha." The girl sneered, "But I've only met this one Celestial Dragon. She's definitely more difficult to deal with than those bureaucrats at the Inquiry Office."

"Well, then..." The young man put on his hat, stopped trying to persuade him, and stood up and walked out the door. "Good luck."

……

At Yunting Villa, five days had passed since the "attack and collapse" incident on Knight Street, and Hestia still had not received any news from "Madam Baiyu" and "Maxime Vallee".

But she was not impatient. In recent days, reports from Genting citizens on suspected illegal gatherings of rebels have been pouring in, ranging from a large armed conspiracy in a magic crystal mine to a small passionate speech in a beer hall. The operating efficiency of the police station, the procuratorate and the military outpost has almost reached ten times that of the past. Even so, there is still a serious shortage of staff.

Hatred is deceptive, and human greed can breed worms. However, Hestia's current enemies are the Enemy and the Filth. Her primary concern is minimizing the impact of rebellion and disaster, freeing the Empire to deal with known threats. She's not afraid of citizens seeking wealth, but she's afraid of them colluding with the rebels.

"That Baptiste guy, from the tax bureau, was secretly executed. They exploited and murdered meritorious officials, then turned around and said it was targeted retaliation by traitors. Do they really think falcons eat grass? So be it. We should confirm the fact of traitorous retaliation to the outside world and give more compensation to the family of that loyal official...ah, there are no family..."

The more she listened to Doklara's reports, the more Hestia felt that the High Empire was rotten to the core and beyond redemption.

If she hadn't been the only one who could use these anthropomorphic people, she would have wanted to immediately wipe out even the rats in the Governor's Mansion!

"Your Highness, the Governor's request for an audience..."

"Tell him to get out of here. Tell him that if he does something like this again, I'll cut off one of his legs and use it to make soup for those troublemakers."

Hestia's words were filled with anger.

But after venting the anger, all that is left is the helplessness of having energy but nowhere to use it.

How can we save the empire by hanging out with these insects?

The princess didn't know if her neck was inches away from the guillotine. She said, "Let's continue what we were saying."

"We have preliminary results in the investigation of Noelle Tinson, but we haven't found any suitable evidence to use. If we arrest her directly..." Clara didn't say anything else.

The Tinson family was a distinguished and illustrious family. Their ancestor was one of the Twenty-Eight Danube Generals who followed the God-Emperor in his conquests. His achievements could be displayed on the entire exterior wall of the castle. Of the thirteen most important legions in the empire, one was firmly in Tinson's control.

Noelle Tinson is the youngest daughter of the Tinson family patriarch. Among the younger generation of the empire, she is a rare talent in terms of background, status and strength.

Fran is not considered a mainland territory of the empire, and Hestia can do whatever she wants with the bureaucrats and nobles there, but if she wants to deal with a major of the Iron Army or a prominent noble, she must consider the reaction of the court and the military.

Moreover, it is unknown how many supporters of the Tingsen family there are among the Iron Army stationed in Yunling.

Rubbing her brows, Hestia said, "Worms are really good at picking on people. We'll discuss this later. For now, let's focus on the Blessing Society and the Unholy Life... Mrs. Garcia died on the road, and she happened to be Valais' mentor. If she hadn't died, what do you think she would have done?"

"Continue her unknown ritual," Clara recited. "'The kinslayer lives on, the hybrid survives, the resentful inherit, the seeker of truth is immortal, the resurrected are reborn.' Will she be the one to resurrect?"

"Perhaps, but the resurrection would have to be from a dead person. I mean, if she's still alive," Hestia pondered. "What do you think of Valais's fiancée's disappearance?"

"Your Highness, do you think Valais' fiancée is Mrs. Garcia? Indeed, Valais's experimental logs record experiments involving reincarnation and brain replacement. If Madam Baiyu is Mrs. Garcia, then it makes sense that she could have occupied a younger body through that surgery."

Clara pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought, "Could it be that she encountered a death-defying curse while climbing the Dream Dome that allowed her to escape in this way? But why would she fake her death in front of her husband? Garcia's research came from her. If she were to help, Garcia would be a more suitable helper than Valle."

"I suspect Madam Baiyu has been keeping tabs on Garcia." Hestia couldn't tell Clara about the spiritual traces the Witch Book had revealed, so she could only speak vaguely. "Send someone to follow Garcia day and night. I think you should be able to find some clues."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Clara excused herself, Hestia sighed softly, put her legs on the desk, and lay down with her chair tilted up.

She examined her own position and thought about her next plan -

Should he win the support of the High Knight and kill all the rebels, or return to the Grand Duchy of Lorraine and become the leader of the Southern Parliament which may disintegrate at any time?

Finally, the princess placed her index finger between her eyebrows and slowly pulled out a silk thread, which spread across her palm and finally opened a book with a white cover.

Witch's Book.

This book has no page numbers and is connected to her thoughts. She can open it to any page she wants.

However, there are only a dozen pages of records left now, including those from the fat prosecutor in Demon Rat Alley, the elf mechanic in the Forest Prison, the blade cultivator encountered outside the White Sea Company, and countless harvested spirits.

These spirits are wrapped in the remnants of the soul, and their memories and life stories will be revealed in the book, and will gradually disappear as the spirit is consumed.

Therefore, what Hestia read were more of the echoes left by the deceased.

She is a witch, and she must become a sorceress, a myth of dreams, in order to have the possibility of truly dominating herself.

Whether the Empire or the Southern Parliament, nobles or commoners, secret practitioners or mortals, all must give way to him.

"Witch... I really have to go home and see if my mother has left any relics."

Hestia thought with some distress, even entertaining the idea of ​​robbing a grave and digging for gold. After all, Princess Lorraine was the princess's mother, not her own. If she could help the beastly princess turn over a new leaf, she would be doing a good deed!

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, the princess felt a sense of discomfort in her heart, but she quickly ignored it and the feeling of having an elf servant mother reappeared in her mind.

Iyana's physical body journeyed to Dreamland, navigating countless twists and turns along the way before reaching the Lorraine Territory. This method was only achievable by those with fairy bodies and a few mythical races. Dreamland was like a boundless ocean, with each branch of the secret cultivation mastering its own unique route.

I really want to roll around in the elf's soft body.

Hestia thought happily that only at this moment could she temporarily break away from her identity as a princess and return to her true self in the other world.

How about asking Clara to find two more elves to raise?

Well…it doesn’t matter that Yunling rioted in the end anyway.

The future Apostle of Radiance is already in his hands. As long as he is not bewitched by his enemies, he should be able to change his fate of being beheaded without having to work too hard.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

A soft and tender black-haired maid walked in holding a book. She had dark circles under her eyes, but her eyes were full of excitement.

She is thin, submissive, weak and can be bullied. Although she is not as plump and beautiful as the elf maid, she has begun to shed her girlish immaturity. If she dresses up exquisitely, she can also become an eye-catching little beauty at the ball.

Of course, she was far inferior to the princess and the elven maid-mother, but...

“It seems delicious too?”

This thought occurred to Hestia.

"Uh, your highness, what's delicious?"

Viola walked in and closed the door gently with her heels. She was wearing a brand new custom-made maid outfit. The collar and scarf well covered her relatively small figure. She did not have the conservative and rigid style of a traditional maid, but used the waistline more to show off her well-proportioned and tight figure.

She had gradually accepted her role as a maid and stopped complaining. If she still had any obsession, it was to correct His Highness's arrogant sense of hierarchy and make him look at her in the eye.

Viola knew that it would be difficult to change His Highness's inherent bad habits in a short period of time, so she had to work harder to improve herself and become an unparalleled national hero who could help His Highness solve problems and solve problems, turning the scolding of "idiot and clumsy" into earnest expectation of "what good ideas do you have, my dear Lord?"

This is what a good story between a ruler and his subjects should be like!

"It's delicious... come here and I'll tell you." Hestia hooked her finger.

"Oh."

Viola walked over in a daze, only to see the princess patting her knees.

"Sit down," Hestia said.

"Sit, sit on your lap? Is that too presumptuous?" Viola was dizzy and recalled the "bad" dream that kept haunting her.

"What? Don't you understand the order again?" The princess raised her voice.

It's started again, Viola thought. But who can blame her for being a princess? The princess has a bad personality, like a child king, so she has few friends. As her only confidant, I must act more mature, so I can only accommodate her.

The black-haired girl comforted herself in this way, but her body suddenly fell. She only had time to put the book on the table before she was embraced by the princess.

Such a soft one.

Hestia pressed her cheek against Viola's hair and stroked it with her hand. The maid trembled slightly as if she were electrocuted.

"Are you scared?" Hestia said, somewhat dissatisfied. She had even considered using the maid as a substitute for the meal.

"No, no, Your Highness..."

Viola was just nervous.

She couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to it or resisting it, but when she lay in His Highness's arms, she felt a sense of dependence, as if she was being protected from the wind and rain.

The common people of Yunding City are having a hard time. The Lilan family can calmly deal with the survival crisis that has swept Yunling, all thanks to the favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

To be honest, Viola still didn't know what made her worthy of His Highness's favor.

It certainly wasn't because of the exams. His Highness might be arrogant and headstrong, but his many actions didn't seem like someone who cared about grades at all.

A more ambiguous and bizarre idea began to grow in her mind.

Viola's mind was swirling with dreams, and she suddenly remembered what Domise had mentioned, the atrocities committed by the nobles against the maids. She still couldn't grasp the specifics of these atrocities, but it was clearly different from the usual lashing and scolding.