The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Without writing out the desired feeling, it is difficult to form an immersive climax or explosive point.

The plot is too scattered, resulting in a lack of coherence, which is terrible. This volume only has the events of the evil life, the hatred, and the rebellion to conclude, but the order in which they occur and the way they are connected are uncomfortable no matter how you think about it, and it doesn't flow smoothly.

Even the theme of this volume is a bit far-fetched and lacks any excitement, which is totally out of place.

As a first volume, it's easy to leave readers with the impression that the whole book is dull and boring. I hope you won't be too disappointed.

Volume 61: Dreamer: . A person grew on his foot

During the first month of the year, the rebellion in Yunling had become a hot topic spread by word of mouth among the citizens of Fran Province. The Free Will army won victory after victory, and the local garrisons and the lords' private soldiers were beaten and fled in panic. The nobles who did not have time to hide in the main city were hanged in public. Some of those who had committed many evil deeds were ordered by the rebel leaders to be stewed into meat soup and fed to wild dogs.

However, for the citizens of the main city of Fran, this is not a major event worth fearing.

Those celebrities who have close ties with the empire know very well that the Fran local army is just a servant army used by the empire to suppress unruly people. Once the iron army arrives, any scoundrel will be crushed into powder.

The Franco-Zionists were even less worried. If they were not afraid of being called in for a talk by the secret police of the Inquisition, they would almost run around the streets telling others about the achievements of free will.

Rather than worrying about the fierce strife in remote towns, citizens are more concerned about the price fluctuations of sugar, tea and coffee, as well as the pollution and damage caused to the urban landscape by low-quality refugees.

The empire's localization of the Fran province has been stagnant, and there is no intention to resettle the millions of refugees who have lost their land due to natural disasters and man-made tragedies. This has further exacerbated the influence of the rebels, and they cannot be extinguished without a year or two.

The military has already begun mobilizing troops, but Hestia has not made any comments on this. The rebels at this stage are far from being a match for the Iron Army. What she really wants to deal with is the worms who use the rebellion to fuel disasters and resentment.

Otherwise, once the rebellion was suppressed, countless zombies would awaken under the ritual of the Unholy Life, their resentment being absorbed by their enemies as food. At that point, it would likely require a large group of high knights to slaughter Yunling to the ground.

Hestia was well aware of the saying that haste makes waste. She sat on the cliff-side observation deck, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea and admiring the snow-covered coastline—the staggered layers of triangular roofs, and the towering framework of the temple under construction, faintly visible on the distant north shore.

"So how long are you going to lie on the edge of the cliff?"

Hestia spoke softly, and at that moment, there was movement on the cliff below the fence. A figure flipped through the air and was about to land perfectly, but was kicked on the butt by the princess and fell to the ground with his face.

"thump!"

The brunette was knocked unconscious.

"Is this how a princess resorts to such despicable tactics?!"

The brown-haired woman rubbed her forehead and got up from the ground. It was Chloe, dressed in scholar's attire.

Hestia looked at Chloe. She had met this woman no more than five times, but she had to admit, both in the game modeling and in their limited time together, that despite not being stunningly beautiful, Ms. Spider Moth was still worthy of being a fashion icon in major clothing stores.

A dark bowler hat, a high-necked red woolen shirt and a loose red and black plaid pleated skirt. The slender waistline shows off her graceful figure, and the appropriately thick fabric outlines every curve of her gestures. She looks round and smooth, like a graceful female cat dancing flexibly under the cloak, noble and elegant, with a Gothic temperament.

Hestia felt that if Chloe had not been born a hunter, she would have become a renowned dancer.

The woman took off her black woolen coat and wiped the dirty water off it with a distressed look. The temperament she had previously brewed suddenly disappeared: "Wow, my clothes, why are you like this? I spent a lot of money to buy them——"

Hestia commented, "I have to say, your outfit instantly makes you look a lot more educated. You're at least a top graduate in journalism and communication. You're definitely a journalist."

"Oh, yeah, hehe." Chloe suddenly stopped feeling bad and immediately put the coat on, turning around a few times. "A lady who works at the perfume club gave it to me. She said it makes me look more elegant in this way."

"You are so leisurely and elegant that you spend all your time on women." Hestia sneered.

"I was working seriously. It's better to say that I kept your Highness the Princess's instructions in mind, so I didn't have time to take on the Baroness!" Chloe argued, staring at the Princess's short boots.

I don't know who taught His Highness to dress so immorally. The princess wore a rare knee-length skirt today, and below the knees were extremely elastic, tight-fitting pantyhose. The taboo, conservative and ostentatious desire made Chloe want to test the temperature of her feet.

The answer was the princess herself. As Hestia told Iyana, this made it easier for the elf maid to exchange warmth with her fingers, unlike the hassle of wearing a long skirt or pants.

Because they were in the inner courtyard of the villa, Hestia's silver hair was not tied up, and was allowed to blow in the oncoming wind, making her look wild and casual.

"You were staring at my feet on the cliff just now?" Hestia said with a half-smile.

"Huh? Who wants to sweat on their feet with such thick uppers? Unless you beg me, I won't even look at them twice!" Chloe showed her unyielding pride, but soon, she asked tentatively, "Your Highness, the material of your socks must be very expensive, right? It doesn't even look like they need laces to be fastened..."

As she spoke, Chloe took a closer look.

"The silk of the feather-weaving spider, soaked in frost-shirt resin, exhibits extraordinary elasticity. Killers use it to set traps. Why can't our Great Hunter Rousseau recognize it?"

"I think I've heard of it," Chloe said unwillingly, "It should be very expensive, right?"

"It's not expensive. Twenty gold shields per pound of finished product. It should be sold in high-end cloth shops and on the black market." The princess took off one of her boots and kicked Chloe's calf with her big toe through her stockings. "You work for the Cocoon Sisterhood, so why don't you change into a more upscale outfit?"

Chloe also wore warm stockings under her long skirt, which were secured with garters.

She blushed and said, "It's very expensive. I don't have that much money."

"A sorority doesn't run a fashion store or a high-end club, so how could it be short of money?"

"My sister's money is not mine," Chloe said angrily, "Do I look like a parasite sucking my sister's fat?"

"Well, even if you're honest," Hestia shrugged, "you're still a spider, aren't you? I think your silk for tying ratmen is quite useful."

"Spider silk is incredibly sticky and unstable, making it unsuitable for magical weaving... and I'm not a spider, that's just a transformation of my power!"

"Tsk, so useless." Hestia tickled Chloe's knees through her stockings, lifting her skirt up little by little. She then looked up with a playful smile, "Are my feet that tempting?"

Chloe was stunned and shook her head righteously: "I'm not a pervert."

"If you're telling the truth, I'll let you hold my foot in your mouth for one minute."

Hearing these words, Chloe felt her body temperature rise suddenly, and her breathing became rapid and unstable, as if she was struggling hard.

"Actually..." Chloe's feet overcame her brain, and she said in a rather flattering voice, "Your Highness is very attractive from head to toe."

"Haha." Hestia laughed it off.

"Your Highness, I'm telling the truth, okay..." Chloe hesitated to speak.

"Put your face closer and see." Hestia said, pressing her foot on Chloe's face.

"This is……"

The jade feet of the celestial beings.

Whether it was due to psychological factors or the special influence of the princess's power, Chloe was obsessed with the princess's smell.

Noble, elegant, and perfect, the aura of the top students from the Academy of Law made her unable to extricate herself.

So she can...

Just when Chloe was surprised at how easily she got the dragon's jade feet, the princess kicked her lightly on the head, sending her flying far away.

"Why are you like this!" Chloe rubbed her nose, her face flushed red, not knowing whether she was embarrassed or angry.

"You really lick it? Idiot."

Hestia yawned, put on her boots and stood up from the recliner.

Chloe was furious.

What a nice pair of feet, but there is a person growing on them!

"You came all this way here, didn't you, to desecrate the princess?" Hestia sneered. "There's an Iron Army outpost at the foot of the mountain. You can't climb up here without permission."

"This will save an hour compared to going all the way up the mountain," Chloe said angrily. "I'm in a hurry!"

"You're still dawdling here when you have something urgent to do?"

"That way I can take a closer look!" Chloe said confidently. Her desire for the jade feet was greater than her fear of the Celestial Dragons.

Hestia raised her leg, wishing she could kick the idiot again.

How could Zhixiang, who is now 20 years old, be such a loser when he was young?

She asked, "What brings you to me? Does Madam Baiyu have any clues?"

Chloe hesitated and said, "It's not that woman. I found a child in the sewer. He was infected with bacteria and viruses, and it seems that he has some connection with you. Now he is under house arrest by the police. I think I need you to come forward..."

"Is it related to me?" Hestia was confused. "Why should I be imprisoned if I'm infected by bacteria and viruses? Wouldn't it be better to just cleanse myself?"

"Your Highness, as long as the virus doesn't completely break out, those infected can be saved, and..."

A moth flew to Chloe's fingertips.

Hestia remembered Chloe saying that the moth could split and then attach itself to those infected with the virus.

Suddenly, the princess' pupils constricted.

In just a moment, she saw a moth split into two, two turned into four, and so on. Thousands of moths disappeared into the wind and snow, covering the sky above the lower city.

"The Black Hand Guild has been eradicated, and the Inspection Office has been strictly checking smuggled goods and potion ingredients. Why are there still so many infected people!?"

"I didn't want to tell His Highness. Given His Highness's personality, he would probably completely isolate the lower city, and then..."

"How is the plague spread?" Hestia interrupted her and asked sullenly.

"Emotions," Chloe said. "In the Sisterhood's investigations of some infected individuals, they were all agitated, hyperactive, experiencing nightmares, and gradually exhibiting a hunger... a thirst for life, a resistance to death. These are the refugees pouring into Cloudtop. Your Highness, do you remember what I said? While the virus grants extra vitality to its users, it also subtly implants thoughts. No matter which worm is controlling them, their consciousness will eventually converge with that worm, entangled in its domain in a vast web."

"Hatred," Hestia said.

"Ok?"

"I know who's using the fungus and poison, and I'm planning to find a way to get rid of it... But, its incitement is hatred and rage. If it's the one manipulating the fungus and poison, then what are Madam Baiyu and the Unholy Life Ritual?"

"Zombies don't need souls." Chloe reminded.

"One skins the skin, the other cramps the body?" Hestia suddenly realized. "What a model of division of labor and cooperation..."

Unfortunately, even though she knew that Yunding City was shrouded in plague, she still couldn't isolate the refugees.

Given Master Tiejun's temper, that would only accelerate the catalysis of the bacteria and viruses in the bodies of the infected people and then kill them.

"Your Highness, don't worry too much. The fungus won't erupt immediately, and those infected won't immediately transform into worms," ​​Chloe consoled. "It's essentially a toxin that affects the soul. Before the soul is completely eroded by the bewitching spell, there's still hope. Furthermore, bewitching spells don't appear out of thin air. They're born from excessive emotions and desires. If you think about something during the day, you'll dream about it at night. With the right remedy, it can be suppressed. This worm is much easier to deal with than the fungus itself."

"It's easy to deal with."

Hestia nodded.

Instead of catering to the emotions of the troublemakers, the only way to solve the problem once and for all is to directly eradicate the source of the chaos.

The princess then asked, "What does that child you mentioned earlier have to do with me? Why do you want me to come forward?"

"Your Highness, do you remember that back in Little Rat Alley, a family was given compensation at the same rate as a police chief's pension?"

"Huh?" Hestia was confused.

"I heard it was the day you killed the Inquisitor... You can't kill too many Inquisitors, can you?"

After Chloe said this, Hestia suddenly remembered.

She was confused. "That dead little thing was the clue that prompted us to investigate flesh alchemy. Wait, he's not dead? I was wondering why we didn't find his body! Why isn't he dead?"