The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Even with this accusation, Iyana remained coy and uneasy, observing the princess's reaction and remaining silent.

Hestia sneered.

You're not going to win over the hearts of those who are cultivating in the realm of holding onto appearances, and you want me to play manor bullying with a little bug like you? How many heads do I have for you to chop off?

"Iyana, what do you think of what Miss Miller said?"

"It all depends on your Highness's wishes..."

"What a joke! If it were really all up to me, why did you stop me from hanging the untouchables? I want to hear your opinion."

Matildahl watched Iyana's predicament with gloating pleasure, and did not notice that the princess changed her name from "Matildahl" to "Miss Miller".

"I... I have a clear conscience. Miss Miller's accusations are biased." Iyana exhaled. "I believe I can be a good assistant to His Highness."

"Just because you have a pointy ear that's not even human?" Matildahl sneered, continuing his stern face. "Your Highness, that fleet of elven bastards still threatens the Empire's coastline and ocean supplies. This race is worse than rats. In my opinion, they should all be wiped out..."

"Snapped!"

A loud slap landed on Marty Dahl's pretty face, and from white to red, and from red to purple, it seemed that in just a few moments, the girl's deformed face swelled up.

"Your Highness!"

Matildaal and Iyana spoke in unison, in the same state of shock.

"A true Imperial is one who takes revenge." Hestia wiped her fingers with a handkerchief and said indifferently, "I never show the slightest mercy to my enemies. Do you understand?"

"Iyana understands..." The elf lowered his head, his lips tightly pursed, a strange throbbing in his blood. This was the first time His Highness had spoken up for her.

Matildahl was in despair, her tears were just about to burst out. If it weren't for years of persistent semi-military training, she would probably have collapsed on the spot the moment the slap fell.

"Your Highness, I, I don't understand. Did I do something wrong..." Matildaal's voice was choking with sobs, and he tried his best not to cry. "It was this bitch who said bad things about me, right? She must be spreading rumors. Your Highness, please believe it..."

"Snapped!"

Matildahl fell to the ground.

That's why she is called a descendant of the Dragon. Hestia's strength is even greater than that of an average adult man.

"Just now I was teaching Iyana a lesson, now I'm teaching you a lesson, Miller," Hestia said with terrifying indifference. "You have been trained in the Iron Army. You should understand the order of hierarchy. This is the cornerstone of the empire's continuation."

"Your Highness..."

"I can beat and scold Iyana Star-Moon because I'm her master, the princess of the Supreme Empire and the heir to the Grand Duke of Lorraine!" Hestia glanced at Matildaal, her gaze like a knife, piercing his heart. "But besides being a servant, she's also a noblewoman of the Star-Moon clan, a retainer of Lorraine, and the sole steward of the princess's residence! And you're just a naturalized Russian barbarian, a servant. You dare to so brazenly rebel against your superiors today? Will you ride on my head and defecate tomorrow?"

Matildahl had never imagined it was so serious. She curled up in fear like a little black insect: "Your Highness, I would never dare!"

"Don't dare, or don't want to? Humph!"

Hestia flicked her long sleeves and walked away, leaving the petite maid kneeling on the ground sobbing.

Iqiyana chased her into the castle, her shadow swaying in front of the long-ignited fireplace, swaying like a flame: "Your Highness, thank you for helping me..."

"Is there an assassin here, or a thief stalking us?"

"Ah?" Iyana's eyes glared, her aura suddenly enveloping the entire castle. She then shook her head blankly and said, "No, Your Highness..."

"Still calling you Your Highness?"

Iyana suddenly realized something. Her slender fingers intertwined with each other under her sleeves. After a while, she said in a soft and charming voice, "Hestia... Is this okay?"

"You're meowing like a cat in heat." Hestia pouted.

"I'll be careful..." Iyana blushed at being evaluated so bluntly.

"So Iyana has always been in a disorderly state?"

"No, Your Highness, are you making fun of me?"

"You just know?"

“Your Highness…!”

"Hee, let me smell what a cat smells like, Aunt Iyana."

Hestia stood on tiptoe and dragged the elf closer, letting the pollen-like fragrance on its cheek fill her nostrils.

"Eh... Your Highness?!"

The snow-white silver threads were caressing her pointed ears. Iyana was weak and could not get free after struggling several times.

She could easily escape using secret techniques, but would that really be a good idea?

His Highness's extraordinary friendship and trust made Iyana feel unprecedented happiness.

"T-This isn't good."

She could only offer feeble resistance in form.

Hestia asked in reply, "The old emperor is so dissolute and mediocre that he has four wives. As his daughter, if I don't take possession of my own maid, wouldn't that be embarrassing for him?"

Iyana's eyes widened at the outrageous statement, but it was the second half of the sentence that really sent shockwaves through her heart.

As a family maid, she had no right to disobey her master's orders. However, she was Hestia's mother's childhood playmate, the so-called first person to be entrusted with the orphan, more important than Adou's father, and it was no exaggeration to call her the maid-mother of the imperial daughter.

Is this really good?

But she was happy. As long as she could be relied upon by this child, Iyana felt unprecedented satisfaction.

The elf was unwilling to admit that perhaps she had transferred her affection to the little master very early on.

A three-year-old little master? Not to mention being unworthy of the princess, even Iyana herself would kill that delusional bastard with her own hands!

"Your Highness, at least not in the hall..."

Iyana made her final struggle, just as Viola defended her dignity, she held on to the last piece of disordered morality.

Hestia leaned close to her ear, but her words were not sweet. She was as calm as a polar glacier:

"There are worms at the Villa, and I suspect Miller."

"Uh?"

Iyana's self-anesthetized, blurred eyes suddenly became clearer than the melted snow on the top of Yunding Mountain.

worm?

As a secret practitioner, she was very familiar with this term.

A symbol of seduction and deception, the root of corruption and depravity, the distorted opposite of Dream. Worms are the offspring of demonic maggots, which corrode the tentacles of Dream and Reality. Even without parasitism, any esoteric practitioner still has the potential to become a worm.

A wise man once made a warning prophecy that when worms overwhelm the world, all rules and logic will be twisted into a madness and feast of desire under the power of the demonic maggots.

However, before a person is completely transformed into a worm, there is usually no change in appearance except for a twisted mind and corrupted occult skills, which is difficult to guard against.

"But how would Your Highness know..." Iyana immediately suppressed her delusions and turned her attention elsewhere. "Do you want me to arrest Miss Miller and interrogate her? However, my research into worm history is very limited. After the Corruption War, the Void Light obscured Meng Su's figure, and worms haven't appeared in historical records for thousands of years."

"When a worm appears, it means countless worms have infiltrated," Hestia said softly. "If Miller is really a worm, then how did the daughter of a dignified Iron Army officer, a mortal who has never been exposed to the Dream House, become a worm?"

"Your Highness means..."

"Play the long game to catch the big fish. Don't alert the enemy. Besides, there are more than just worms in our villa."

"What else?"

"Blade Cultivators, Moth Cultivators, Hidden Cultivators, Tower Cultivators, haha, in two months, I'm afraid my villa will be able to hold a secret cultivation drama performance."

Iyana was surprised, having never imagined so many rats could be lurking under the High Knight's nose. She was so absorbed in the inner court, trying to win over the Devil Princess, that she had indeed neglected the management of the servants in the outer court.

"What does your highness want me to do?"

"Expand the surveillance area and don't alert the enemy. Clara is a rough person, and only Iyana can do this kind of delicate work." Hestia stroked the elf's emerald hair and asked gently, "Can I trust you, Iyana?"

The elf's face flushed crimson as she nodded solemnly, not asking how the princess knew these secrets. "Iyabana will absolutely, absolutely not betray Your Highness's trust."

"Including feelings?"

"I..." Iyana hesitated to speak.

"Okay, I was just kidding." Hestia waved her hand. "Remember your plans for tonight. Get ready and leave with me in the evening. Don't alert anyone."

Leaning on the sofa in front of the fireplace, Hestia watched Iyana bow and leave, her eyes flickering.

The hibiscus tent warmed the spring night, and from then on the emperor no longer attended court. The submissive servant mother was indeed charming, far more so than her roommate, whose fingers were wrinkled and calloused.

"Cocoon Sisterhood..."

Hestia tapped out a rhythm on the armrest of the sofa, thinking about the future arrangements.

Unless the God-Emperor descends, the empire will most likely disintegrate, and the secret organizations hidden in the shadows will gradually emerge and carve out territories on the corpses of the dragons.

The Southern Empire was even worse. Under the Grand Duke of Lorraine, not a single intact corpse could be seen in the states along the entire Danube Front; they were shattered more fragmented than a helicopter.

In this case, rather than ceding the territory to the rebellious slaves of Free Will, it would be better to choose allies early and cede the bloated territory to friendly countries. Perhaps this would allow the Southern Empire to continue to maintain a loose but complete structure.

She was very curious as to why there were secret practitioners lurking in her house in the Cocoon Sisterhood, which did not seek secular rule.

As for worms?

She is a witch, and maybe she will become a sorceress in the future. She is one of the three disasters of the Dream Realm, along with Chaos and Worms. How can she be more gentle than Worms?

Staring at the blazing bonfire in the fireplace, Hestia's mind moved. She focused her mind on the mark of the "Nameless Book" and pointed at the flames from a distance.

The flame solidified like a frozen photograph, and as she clenched her palm, the temperature of the fireplace suddenly dropped to the bottom, the bonfire went out for a moment, and then reignited with the injection of the arcane circuit.

"It is indeed the power of the Inquisitor: to detain, imprison, amplify, and degrade. Unfortunately, I don't know how to plunder that fat man's path, and I don't have the Inquisitor's keen ability to detect weaknesses. But it should be enough to deal with ordinary assassins."

Hestia nodded. The Nameless Book must have strengthened the seal. Otherwise, with the fat Inquisitor's strength, even inferior to that of an apprentice, it would be difficult for him to achieve this level of power.

Banning the activity of a bonfire can also easily suppress the physiological functions of an ordinary person.