The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Hestia placed her right hand behind her back, stroking the pattern on the dagger.

She was tempted by Heberus's arrogant and tyrannical nature, which dominated the people.

Hestia didn't know how much of it came from the ruler's bloodline, how much from the origin witch's bloodline, and how much from the fraternity of the former electronic moth cultivator.

She smiled sinisterly and sniffed the fragrance of the canary into her throat.

"Viola, will you love me?" Domis said anxiously, "I'm afraid you will abandon me... I'm not as strong as you see. I want to beg for a kiss from you, I want to ask for a hug from you... Please, Viola, say something, even if it means rejecting me, don't remain silent!"

Hestia stretched out her left index finger and gently drew a circle on the embroidered screen.

Seeing the dancing light and shadow, Domis was like a sunflower that had been in the dark for a long time and finally saw the dawn. She pushed open the screen, unable to contain her excitement, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes: "You promised!? Wei..."

All I saw was a sea of ​​silver, like nine feet of ice.

Hestia still held her finger flat, smiling, "Well, I haven't figured out what to do with you yet."

It only took a moment for Domis to go from surprise to shock and anger. Her body was stiff, and her face was half twisted and half smiling. The bathtub behind her was filled with water lilies dotted with red candles, which looked both peaceful and burning.

"Your Highness the Princess?!"

"Have you ever asked me, your master, about your love for my maid?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm leaving now—"

There was a hint of fear mixed with shock and anger. Half of Domis' face was red, and underneath the red was a bloodless paleness. She hurriedly ran out, but bumped into a slender, delicate, yet strong arm.

"Don't apologize yet, I'm still thinking." Hestia thought.

Whether to force Canary's identity out is a question worth considering.

By imprisoning the canary, Free Will would only lose an apprentice—at most, a minor character who could pry into the secrets—but if it kept this hidden hook, it might be possible to catch a bigger fish.

"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"

Domis' eyes were full of vigilance. She was not carrying any weapons, and her fingers unconsciously hooked the copper lamp on the bathing table.

She is making a choice.

Now, there are only Yinlong and her. According to the information, Yinlong should be a novice apprentice. Even if the high knight has the advantage of destiny's blessing, with her quality of peeping into the secret blade, she may be able to accomplish the great cause.

But her usual calmness and prudence forced her to suppress her thoughts.

Just how strong is the High Knight? Most of those who have actually fought with him have been buried with weeds, but those who have managed to survive have all given him high praise as "unbreakable".

Even though he was only an apprentice-level Iron Throne Knight, Domis was still not completely sure that she could kill him instantly.

Besides, she was attending a banquet and hadn't brought any lethal weapons. And Silver Dragon was a member of a royal family, so it was entirely possible that he had one or two life-saving secret weapons.

If she took action, she would only have one chance, and she had to ensure that she could end Silver Dragon's life.

After repeated deductions, Domis helplessly discovered that her chances of perfectly killing the Silver Dragon were less than one in a hundred.

"You said you intended to do something unkind to my servants," Hestia's voice was like a pendulum swinging back and forth, each pause evoking a sense of impending doom. She pondered, "Then how should I punish you?"

"Your Highness, I did not do anything wrong to Viola. She is my best friend. How could I..."

"Oh? Then what's all this here?"

"It's just... the hotel decoration." Domis could no longer think of the words to argue. She just wanted to leave as quickly as possible, as far away from this silver dragon as possible.

"Then who was begging for a kiss, and who was asking for a hug just now?" The princess took another step forward and pushed the canary to the edge of the stone platform of the bathing pool.

Domis was hanging halfway in the air, with her knees squeezed by the princess. She relied on her talent as a blade cultivator to maintain her balance and avoid falling into the pond.

"Your Highness," Domis took a deep breath and said, "I like Viola, but this is a private matter between Viola and me. Do you want to interfere in this?"

"Private matter? No, Viola is my woman, and her affairs are my affairs, so this is not a private matter between you and her, but between you and me."

Domis' pupils shrank slightly: "What did you say?"

"It's a pity, Miss Domis, Viola doesn't like you...at least not in the way you think." Hestia held the dagger in reverse, and gently brushed the back of her white hand against Canary's cheek. "She is mine, do you understand? Everything you can imagine, everything lovers do, everything they can and can't do, Viola will do it to me without reservation."

"Your Highness..." Domis trembled slightly, "Please don't make such a joke."

"A joke? Well, I do sometimes make her curl up on the bed like a puppy." Hestia spread out her four fingers, other than her thumb, and showed them to Canary with the delicateness of peeling an onion. "Guess which of my fingers Viola likes better?"

"Your Highness, I have to go..." Domis couldn't bear to hear any more harsh words. She tried to push the princess away, but an arm was pressed against her throat and she was pushed back roughly.

The blonde girl held onto the wall and the table, barely avoiding being pushed into the water.

"I haven't let you go yet," Hestia said. "Hmm... you really do smell good. What kind of perfume is that? No, no, no, no, no."

Hestia has devoured her hatred. Although she cannot fully master this power in her worm form, the power brought by the bewitchment makes her more sensitive to the existence of desire.

The princess could feel that the scent of the canary's perfume was stimulating her desire. Not only that, the trembling bird itself was also rising and falling under the influence of desire.

However, they are not ordinary people, and such desires are far from enough to influence the behavior of the secret practitioners.

"Your Highness, please let me leave!"

Domis' voice was already agitated and she clenched the lamp tightly in her hand, but the next moment, her throat was strangled and she was forced to look up at the handsome face.

"Domis, well... the world is bustling with people for profit. As a businessman, you should understand the interests involved best." Hestia said softly, "Would you like to be my maid? From now on, I can reserve a place for you by my pillow."

"I reject!"

The lamp broke through the air, and the brass with flowing fire slammed down on the princess's forehead. Domis took advantage of this opportunity to pry open the princess's palm, trying to struggle and escape.

However, the seemingly weak silver dragon in front of her was like a statue cast from steel. No matter how hard she tried, she could not move it even a little bit.

The flames burned at the corners of the princess's clothes and hair, but did not spread further.

This is not only the power of the Iron Knight, but also the witch's ability to absorb the mystic arts and naturally existing elements.

Domis stared at the princess in front of her in shock. The abstract "terror" of the Celestial Dragons was being materialized before her.

Unless she used secret techniques, she couldn't break such a defense.

But once you use the secret technique...

If the Free Blade disciples were captured by the Empire, all the Yunling plans made over the past six months would be in vain.

"You are very courageous." Hestia smiled. "And what?"

"Your Highness, please don't force me..." Domis gritted her teeth.

By using secret techniques, she could only barely escape, but in doing so, the empire would follow her lead and countless people would be implicated.

In reality, Domis's identity didn't affect the foundation of Free Will. She was always careful not to leave too many clues for investigation. However, given the Empire's nature, even if many of her acquaintances had nothing to do with Free Will, they would rather kill a thousand than spare a single one.

"You're right. I don't want to get too close to you." Hestia nodded. "Then I will temporarily deprive you of your ability to move..."

Hestia stared at the blonde girl, invisible majesty radiating outward, and the entire room froze like a painting, even the steaming water vapor was frozen.

During the period when Aphra's power was deprived, the power of [Dream Builder] occupied the law capacity of the magical power "Supreme", and the effects of other laws would be greatly weakened, but it was still not something Domis could contend with.

If depriving Aphra of her power and preventing her from opening the Styx consumed tens of thousands of mortal spiritual energy, then the loss of imprisoning Domis was only about a few dozen to a hundred.

Millions of spiritual energy had been absorbed from Ritsuzo, and she had yet to fully explore the secret realms Ritsuzo had created within the Witch's Book. Some half-living souls were constantly being extracted, restored, and re-extracted. Hestia had a vague premonition that if she fully mastered Ritsuzo, the spiritual energy within the Witch's Book would even become self-sufficient.

However, there are not enough "leek spirits" in the book, and Hestia doesn't understand how they were born.

But no matter what, the power Hestia possesses is more than enough to deal with a "nobody" like Domis.

"Uh, why—"

Domis felt her strength being drained from her body, and her spirituality was also fading away. The limp and powerless feeling made her lose her support for a moment, and her delicate body fell into the water with a splash, extinguishing the candle on the water lily.

The blonde girl opened her eyes wide.

Law?

No, isn't this Silver Dragon a High Knight? How can it possess Si Lu's power? And how can it be so formidable?

"That's much better." Hestia nodded with satisfaction.

This way, she could prevent Canary from doing anything desperate, and she wouldn't have to treat it as a traitor.

Countless countermeasures flashed through Domis' mind, but there was no effective plan. She gritted her teeth and tried to mobilize her remaining strength.

The water climbed up the wet brick wall, and the candlelight in the room seemed to dance. She had not lost all her power, because the princess had not truly stripped her of her authority.

But what can these forces do?

Set the hotel on fire?

With the High Knight's defense, she would have been burned to ashes, while the dragon would still be unharmed.

Now, even if the princess rested her head on her knees without any defense, she would not have the strength to assassinate him because she had lost her physical strength.

"What kind of... magic is this?" Domis could only pretend to be ignorant to fit in with her mortal identity.

"Oh, this isn't magic, Miss Canary."

Thinking of Canary's awkward mood, Hestia smiled even more happily. She took off her wide-brimmed hat, then her lace bow tie, and then the belt around her waist.

"I'm not a canary."

A blush appeared on Domis's face. She found that after the loss of her spiritual power, the medicinal properties of the desire potion were surging in her blood like a flood.

She suddenly felt something was wrong and raised her head with difficulty. She was about to beg for mercy from the dragon in a weak tone, but she saw that he had stripped her down to only a petticoat.

"Your Highness...what are you doing?!"

Domis was shocked and frightened, but the stronger throbbing overshadowed the terror, making her look like a bewildered little bird.

She foresaw the terrible outcome.

However, what disgusted her was that the spread of the lust potion had transformed even her nausea into an obsession that overwhelmed her sanity. The more this happened, the more she hated it and the more restless she became.

"I want to dance with Viola later, so I can't get my dress wet, right?" Hestia stepped barefoot into the bathtub and slowly lowered herself, the tip of the dagger against Domis's nose, just a hair's breadth away from cutting her delicate skin. "You smell even sweeter, Miss Canary. This isn't an ordinary perfume, is it? Let me guess, is it an aphrodisiac? You wouldn't want to give it to my maid, would you? Then I can't let you go..."

"I never thought about it... Please stop joking, Your Highness..." Domis's soft and weak knees rubbed together, like two crystal floating islands on the sea, "Please don't..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw the dagger blocking her lips. But it only stayed there for a moment, and then, with the flash of the knife, it cut through her skirt like flowing water.

Warm water vapor kisses the skin, and on the dim beach, soft turtles that have shed their brave shells are basking in the sun.

Domis's eyes were dull and her consciousness was flowing in a circular motion.

what to do……

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do!

Unable to think.

There is no escape.