The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"She called you His Highness!?" The woman looked confused and uncertain.

"first sentence."

"What on earth do you want to know!"

"The second sentence."

The bell of death was about to ring, and fine beads of blood and sweat oozed from the woman's forehead.

Wait…blood and sweat?

She suddenly recalled that the older woman next to her had said that her blood was the medium for the other party to cast spells.

"No last words?" Hestia said with a playful expression, "After you die, I should be able to gain something."

However, the princess did not see despair in the other's eyes.

"The princess is indeed the princess, as cold-blooded as the rumors say."

"That's the third sentence." Hestia frowned again.

The moment she pulled the trigger, countless gaps suddenly appeared under the woman's clothes.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Almost the moment the woman showed signs of abnormality, Iyana grabbed Hestia's shoulders and pulled her behind her.

A violet moon appeared in the elf's left eye, with it as the center of the sphere. The space of several meters around it seemed to form an impenetrable celestial body. Countless blood arrows shot out from the woman's body and fell in front of the invisible barrier like rain.

At that moment, a withered body that was several times smaller than the body's own physique nimbly emerged from under the robe, rushed into the secret passage like a gray-white lightning, and fled in panic with the help of the ricocheting of the wall.

"stop--"

"No need to chase, Iyana," Hestia called to the maid, "Notify the Iron Guard to clean up the scene and take this ghoul back to the interrogation center for interrogation."

After all, he is an advanced player of "Eternal Shadow". Although he spends most of his time partying with the Cocoon Sisterhood and NPC mentors, and running the association's fashion store as a businessman, he has never lost the necessary knowledge.

In the instant the blood surged, Hestia figured out the woman's escape route.

"Your Highness, I am sure I can catch her."

"No, you didn't." Hestia shook her head. "This is underground. Without the moon's blessing, you're not at your peak. There's no telling what traps lie below. She knows your power and will devise a countermeasure. Besides, if you stray too far and this chamber loses control, won't I be eaten by the corpses on the walls?"

"Your Highness is considering this." Iyana immediately felt scared for her impulsiveness, and at the same time, she looked at Her Royal Highness with curiosity.

She suddenly realized that His Highness's understanding of esoteric cultivation was far more profound than she had imagined.

"Draining all the blood? Most people don't have that kind of awareness. It seems you're an old hand." Hestia smiled and looked at the ghoul lying on the ground with its waist broken. "How pitiful! Your master abandoned you. Tell me, who is she?"

"Hehehe, if you want me to betray my wife, you might as well let me die!"

"Oh, but I won't kill you. Does the Imperial Inquisition know that?" Hestia smiled at him. "You think death is a release? Do you think there aren't masters of flesh alchemy in the Royal Academy of Medicine? Those inquisitors will try every possible way to keep you alive. They'll peel off your skin, nails, and teeth and torture you bit by bit. You're not an ordinary ghoul. You have a richer sense of pain and neural activity. Those torture masters will surely have countless tricks up their sleeves."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes showed panic. He immediately picked up a chisel on the ground and wanted to pierce his brain through his eye sockets.

"Oh!"

Another shot was fired, and smoke mixed with an indescribable metallic smell drifted in the secret room.

The old man's arm flew up and fell to the ground weakly.

"Boom, bang, bang."

Hestia broke his limbs, ensuring the wight had no means of escape or suicide.

"You'd better tell the truth. Otherwise, according to the Inquisitor's tradition, I'll probably remove your brain and imprison your soul in a tank filled with green solution."

“I said… I said… I said ah ah ah…” the old man pleaded desperately.

"Let's wait until we're in front of the Inquisitor. I hope you'll remain sincere. I'm skeptical of any testimony outside the Inquisition."

Hestia shrugged and holstered the revolver she'd taken from the Iron Guard. She looked at the maid and asked, "Are you soft-hearted?"

"I didn't, Your Highness, it's just..."

"Shut up!" Hestia slipped her fingers into Iyaina's mouth and grabbed her tongue. "I'm making a rule: If you ever show any softness to anyone other than me, I'll cut out that timid tongue."

"Oh." Iyana sighed.

How could she sympathize with the zombies?

There are different levels of kindness. Iyana's attitude towards the evil camp that uses flesh and blood alchemy is similar to that of a cook seeing a cockroach.

She just felt that Hestia's actions were not conducive to the healthy physical and mental development of young girls.

Resigned to the princess's incorrigible violent nature, the elf said helplessly, "Your Highness, please leave it alone..."

"Hmph, I always have the final say." Hestia chuckled. "Let the High Knight take over this case, and then let the Chief Inspector of Cloudtop City meet with me in person. Yes, and the Governor as well. I have a feeling that there is something serious going on behind this."

This era was still many years away from the game's official release, so Hestia was not sure what exactly happened in Cloudtop City.

All history is reduced to a few words: In the summer of 1801, a rebel assassination attempt on the imperial family failed, Yunling Province rebelled and was suppressed. The Iron Army massacred more than ten cities, leaving behind a million corpses.

"Flesh and blood alchemy, it can't be that thing..."

Hestia rubbed her brows, suddenly remembering the golden worms she had seen in the Witch's Book that afternoon, and thinking of a worm force that would carve out a territory on the dragon's corpse more than a decade later.

The Palace of Filthy Life.

Volume 14: The Dreamers: . Aristocrats and Bureaucrats

Three days have passed since the statue incident in Rongguan Square. The procuratorate has been adhering to the principle of rather killing a thousand people by mistake than letting one go. In just two days, thousands of people have been imprisoned and interrogated.

Hestia sat leisurely near the fireplace, flipping through the latest newspaper. Iyana stood by her side, her gaze fixed on the princess's profile.

In addition to newspapers and periodicals published in Yunling Province, the princess also has news and current affairs from all walks of life in the empire, and has control over the two capitals and thirteen regions.

During the reign of the Divine Artifact Emperor, the territory was expanded by tens of thousands of miles. Empress Liu experienced the extraordinary journey of four emperors over a hundred years. Even with the full support of the untouchables who gritted their teeth and tightened their belts, she still made great achievements. She can be said to be full of martial virtue.

With such a vast territory, even with the carrying capacity of monsters, it is difficult to extend the administrative tentacles to every corner.

Fortunately, the empire has many talented people, including dwarves and gnomes skilled in casting, naturalized shepherds who are brave and good at fighting, and an inexhaustible supply of military livestock, including elves, goblins, and dragons, as well as secret cultivators who raise falcons for the empire.

One type of thunder falcon used for communication can travel 3,000 miles a day, ensuring smooth flow of information across the empire.

"The Tyran elves have already begun building a railway. Unfortunately, even if the dwarves steal the technology, the Empire won't have enough time to build its lifeline."

Hestia shook her head and sighed.

If transportation were easy, the gray waves of military animals alone would be enough to drown the rebellious rebels in every corner of cities, countryside, forests and mountains.

More importantly, the Empire was too vast, nearly reaching its limit of expansion. Racial and class conflicts had reached an uncontrollable point. Therefore, Hestia knew that no matter what she did, the High Empire could not avoid disintegration. Maintaining the homeland was considered destiny.

"Your Highness."

A cautious voice sounded outside the door of the living room. Matidal Miller knocked on the door and hesitated at the door.

She was still wearing a simple, fitted waisted long dress, with not a single wrinkle visible from the cuffs to the skirt line, and her long hair hung down to her waist.

Hestia leaned against the armrest of the recliner, her chin in her hand, and stared expressionlessly at the cowering girl in front of the door. "Speak."

"The Governor of Yunling Province and the Chief Prosecutor of Yunding City request an audience..."

"Let them in."

"Okay." Matildahl stood in front of the door, hesitant to speak.

"Anything else?"

"Instructor Noelle has returned from vacation. If Your Highness wishes to have sword training in the afternoon..."

"I'm only interested in American-style Iai."

"American... Iai?"

"Are you done? If you're done, get out."

Hestia's eyes were fixed on the newspaper, her thoughts drawn to the words within, and she had no interest in the worm's suggestion.

"Okay, Your Highness, may the Emperor of God bless you..."

Those two slaps made Matildahl still question her life. She lowered her head and retreated respectfully without losing her manners.

A moment later, a huge fleshy ball slid in, followed by another slender figure that looked like a sculpture.

"God-Emperor! Adrian Hesse, Governor-General of Yunling Province, Baron Bramton, Knight of the Silver Crown, and Honorary Captain of the Lionheart Legion, pays homage to His Majesty! May the Heavenly Dragon's blessings be everlasting, and may the God-Emperor's grace endure forever! The Iron Army will be immortal!"

His body was so bloated that his knees could hardly touch the ground, but were supported by his belly. Every time he spoke, he swayed back and forth on his belly like a chair, as if he was worshipping.

Elsewhere, the stern-looking Chief Inspector glanced at the fat man, as if he were a steel sculpture covered in a layer of leaden gray. He looked at Hestia quietly and bowed deeply. "Head Inspector of Cloudtop City, Lucas Stein greets you."

"Adrian Hesse."

Hestia looked at the ball of flesh on the ground.

Despite his distinguished surname, the Governor was a native of France. His surname was not Hessen, but he was able to change it after marrying the Duke of Hesse's only daughter. He staked his loyalty on it and relied on his ability to bully his compatriots to secure a stable career.

"At your command, Your Highness!"

Adrian was like a fat dog that always showed off its loyalty, but he was too fat. Not to mention hunting for his master, he would be out of breath even after taking a few steps.

Hestia's eyes were stern. "How can you, with a body fatter than a castrated pig, be awarded the title of Knight of the Silver Crown?"

Adrian's flesh trembled, and he hurriedly bowed. "Your Highness, be wise. A hero is never judged by his origins. As long as one is loyal to the Divine Emperor, what harm does it have to do with being a lowly gray mouse? Don't underestimate my physique. In the past, I was a loyal minister and general who made great contributions to the Empire! If the Empire can be of use to me, I will immediately take up arms and mount my horse, offering my fervent loyalty with blood and fire!"

"laugh."

Hestia couldn't help but laugh.

Adrian was immediately overjoyed. Just as he was about to say a few more words of "loyalty", he heard the princess say, "Well said. When the rebellion is suppressed, you will be the first pawn."

The fat governor immediately felt like he had lost his parents.

Hestia didn't look at him again, but asked the Chief Inquisitor, "Did you find any results with that ghoul?"

"Yes, Your Highness. His original name is Gaston Morel, he is seventy-one years old. In his early years, he worked as a coachman in Lu County. Thirty years ago, he was executed for the murder of a tax farmer. After that, he transformed into a ghoul and provided fresh corpses for the 'White Jade Lady' of the birthday celebration."

"Birthday celebration?" Hestia thought again of the Palace of Unholy Life, which would only emerge in a few years. "Let's continue to talk about this birth celebration and Madam Baiyu."