The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Your Highness, aren't you afraid of living in such an empty place?

How pitiful, Princess! She is only accompanied by Miss Iyana, unlike her who always has her family to rely on.

When she looked at Hestia's back again, Viola's mood cheered up a little, thinking that perhaps it was because the princess was suffering from loneliness that she didn't know how to get along with others in a friendly manner.

In that case, she needed to be the princess's first friend...not a dog.

"You will live here from now on." Hestia brought the new maid to the room next to the princess' bedroom.

As for Iyana, the housekeeper, secretary, and head maid who was supposed to guide Viola's work, Hestia asked her to enter the Dream House and look for a detective investigating the Birthday Party and the Body Snatchers in her private capacity.

The elf who worked from morning till night was indeed a giant! Although she had elf friends everywhere in the Seven Mountains Manor, and could often use arcane magic to complete unnecessary chores, she was alone after all, and had to serve the princess in all aspects, so she was really unable to do anything.

Opening the white oak door inlaid with iron thorns, a light fragrance filled the air, and the servants' room with simple decoration and strict style appeared in Viola's eyes.

"Is this my room?"

Viola's heart leaped into her throat, not out of nervousness but excitement.

A large bed large enough for four people to lie side by side, a window-side desk facing the rising sun and the coast, shelves lined with books and swords, a wardrobe spanning an entire wall, and a separate cloakroom. The beautifully woven carpet was soft and thick, enveloping the room in a blissful warmth.

Before this, her best accommodation was the two-bedroom building at Offa College, built with church funds and steeped in religious atmosphere. As for her home, a small room in Rat Alley, less than 30 square meters, her family of four crammed into a single bed, separated only by a thick curtain: Mom and Dad on one side, her and Alice on the other. Every night, the room echoed with heavy snoring and suppressed coughs.

The servants' quarters were even more spacious than her own.

Viola felt a vague sense of disparity, something she hadn't felt before when she visited the princess's chambers. They were Celestial Dragons, descendants of the Divine Emperor, even living in the Violet Moon Palace. It was only natural that they were better off than she was. But when she realized her family couldn't even compare to the princess's servants, a deep sense of sadness welled up in her.

And guilt.

It would be nice if my family could live in a room like this.

She clutched a pocket of her coat, which contained a savings account; together, it amounted to a huge sum of money.

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I let you in." Hestia was as arrogant as ever.

"But, but it looks like someone lives here..."

Viola noticed the lively atmosphere of the maid's room. She walked to the exquisite rapier hanging on the wall and read the Russian words engraved on the hilt: "Blessed be I, and I praise the God-Emperor. Matildahl Miller. Hmm..." She looked at the princess hesitantly, "Your Highness, I, I think it would be better if I could change rooms. Miss Miller lives here."

"Not now, get her out."

"Ah? But there are so many things..."

"Deal with it yourself. You can throw it away if you want."

"..."

"What, you have an opinion?"

"I don't have..."

"If you have any opinions, you can tell me and I will consider them."

"Your Highness, I'd like to change rooms, is that okay?" Viola asked Hestia cautiously, a little hesitant. She was too afraid of offending anyone.

"can."

"Great, thank you, Lord..."

"Make a doghouse next to my bed, and you will sleep at my feet from now on."

Before Viola could even breathe a sigh of relief, the princess cut off her thanks.

Looking at the princess who had her hands on her hips and glanced sideways at someone, Viola knew clearly that the other party had never considered her thoughts.

Hestia scoffed, "Are you dwelling on those boring egos again, thinking that I don't care about you enough?"

“I didn’t…” Viola turned her head away unconfidently, as if her thoughts were known.

"Only my personal maid is worthy of living next to me. If you live in this room, all the servants in Yunting Villa will come to you, flatter you, and say all kinds of good things about you."

Hestia passed by Viola, picked up the maid's suitcase, and sat down on the desk, watching the maid's reaction with interest.

"Is that so..." Viola lowered her head even lower, her cheeks flushed red. The image of the good princess and the bad princess cycled back and forth between heaven and earth. She asked tentatively, "B-but I don't understand. I thought I was just a maid..."

She thought her life would be like that of a live-in maid, cleaning rooms big and small for the owner, sweeping every speck of dust under the carpet, serving breakfast and dinner to the family, sleeping in a dark and dark utility room and gathering dust, enduring the mistress's thief-like supervision and scolding, and sometimes having to play games with the rebellious children.

"Hiss, there are so many things you don't understand."

Hestia stared at Viola with a smile, like a venomous snake on the hunt. She placed the heavy suitcase on her knees, opened the lock, and found that it was full of books, with only two sets of underwear and the college uniform.

"Is this what the princess's little dog wears?" Hestia dangled the maid's intimate apparel from her finger and unscrupulously threw it in Viola's face. "Natural Science Specialization," "Catalogue of Alchemical Compounds," "Encyclopedia of Tricks," "The Radiant Codex"...throw these away. This princess hates everything about the Church of Radiant Light."

Viola folded her underwear and put it on her arm, then carefully picked up each book that the princess had thrown on the ground, making sure that no pages were damaged or missing before she breathed a sigh of relief.

When she heard the princess was about to throw away the Radiant Codex, the cautious Viola said anxiously, "Your Highness, the Codex doesn't say anything bad about the Empire! It even says that the Empire is the only great dynasty in two thousand years that conforms to divine command!"

Hearing this, Hestia's eyes instantly became dangerous. She stared at Viola, who felt creepy, as if a silver cobra was quietly crawling up her back.

"Whom do you believe in, the Divine Emperor, or the so-called Mother of Infinite Radiance?"

"I, I just think that the Church of Radiance is doing good things. Your Highness, please don't, don't..." Viola's voice became smaller and smaller, and she gradually dared not speak.

According to official history, the Church of Radiance never directly rebelled against the Empire. As a purely religious force, they integrated their faith into their esoteric practices and maintained so-called neutrality.

But neutrality is a complete joke. Otherwise, why would the future Apostles of Radiance stand on the side of free will and help Fran restore his country?

When the empire was at its peak, it was the state religion. When the empire declined, it became a sponsor of rebellion.

However, the empire's territory is vast, and the imperial power cannot reach those ignorant villages. If the Church of Radiance had not formed an alliance to promote the orthodoxy of the empire and combat heresy, the foundation of the empire would have been infiltrated by the cultists and turned into a sieve within a sieve.

"If you can be loyal to every one of my instructions, then, for insignificant details, I will allow you to ask for some rewards."

Hestia thought for a long time and finally chose to be patient.

Let it shine, after all, it's not a rebellion.

But even if Viola remains a believer in the Light, she must never be allowed to merge with free will.

In just a few breaths, the princess was already considering whether to make Viola's family her own employees, and then allow the assassination of the rebels, thereby implicating...

"Really, Your Highness, I can keep this..." Viola didn't know that she had been involved in the vortex of a struggle. Her mood was up and down like a roller coaster, and at this moment she was once again immersed in the joy of "reward".

"But you haven't contributed anything yet, have you?"

"Then, then I..."

"Clear all that doesn't belong to you from this room. I allow you to keep this book, as long as it stays out of my sight." Hestia stood up, shaking the suitcase to the ground, and the books scattered everywhere. "This is an order. I need an obedient puppy, not one that argues with its master all day long. Do you understand?"

I am not a puppy. Viola muttered to herself, but she said:

"Viola understands..."

As he spoke, he began to clear the clothes in the closet out of the room.

"Wait a minute." Hestia suddenly called her, her fox eyes smiling, and her mood seemed to have improved.

"Your Highness?"

"Bark again for me."

"..."

Viola blushed, and finally her voice became hoarse. She cried like a puppy twice, and began to get busy amid the princess's unbridled laughter.

After all, Viola was a country girl who grew up in the countryside, so she was quick and agile. In just one hour, there was no trace of Matildahl Miller in the maid's room, and she had her first boudoir of her own.

Perhaps, for a long time to come, she can decorate this place according to her own ideas.

"All done?"

Hestia, who was lying on the bed that Viola had just made, opened her golden eyes after closing her eyes to rest.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Come to my room when you're done," Hestia said, sizing up the maid's figure, which matched hers. "Hmm... everything should fit except the bra. Go to my closet and pick out some clothes. Change out of those shabby clothes of yours, or I'll be embarrassed to tell anyone you belong to me."

"Oh." Viola responded with mixed feelings.

She should have been overjoyed to be able to wear the gorgeous dress of the Celestial Dragons. In fact, her mood did improve a little. However, the princess's words were so unpleasant to hear that they easily brought her good mood to a crashing halt.

When Viola reentered the princess's chambers, she wasn't as nervous as she had been the last time, but she wasn't much more relaxed either. She didn't know why, but she was always so calm and composed in front of her neighbors, but when she met the princess, she felt awkward, like a bald monkey being dragged out in public, always trying to find a way to hide.

Hestia chose a navy blue, brocaded, open-fronted, waist-cinching gown. It was embellished with rosettes and trimmed with solid lace at the front and sleeves. Since it lacked a bustle, the designer lengthened the train, creating a flowing effect.

Only noble women who hold high positions and are responsible for welcoming and seeing off carriages could dress like this. Otherwise, if they walk around the city, their skirts will definitely be covered in mud.

Hestia didn't like this outfit. In fact, the original princess didn't like it either. Some ambitious ladies in the empire were more fond of wearing military uniforms and hunting suits.

"Give it to me, give it to me?"

Just the sight of the gorgeous ocean-blue dress made Viola almost faint with happiness.

"What else? Stop asking so many nonsense questions and just choose whatever you like. Do I look like a pariah who needs one or two of your clothes?"

Hestia took out a matching pearl necklace, a fox fur cloak to keep warm, and a small two-horned hat with a folded brim and bird feathers.

The words were still unpleasant to the ear, but in front of the luxurious clothes, Viola subconsciously ignored the derogatory words.

"This one is fine." Viola said in a low voice, not daring to push her too far.

"Then put it on."

"Here?" Viola hesitated. This dress even included a bra, and she couldn't take it off in front of the princess.

"Not happy?" Hestia frowned. "It's strange you can handle it alone."

The princess was telling the truth. The clothes of the nobility were luxurious and complicated. Although her outfit had been simplified by the designer, she still needed servants to help her wear it.

She is a princess and helps the maid change clothes. How could anyone be unwilling to do so?

It's like not wanting to take the credit for giving you face.

"Your Highness, I'll just go back to my room and try it myself." Wei Ling Aola looked into the princess's golden pupils, the scorching heat in her eyes was scorching even in winter.

"Right! Right! Here! Don't move!"

Hestia's attitude towards the two maids was exactly the same, but she was obviously more unscrupulous in front of Viola.

She snorted coldly and pounced on him, communicating with the Witch's Book in her soul. The "Judgment and Punishment" unfolded instantly as she looked at her, and the effect of "Detention" instantly attached to Viola's joints, making the maid who wanted to dodge unable to move.

"Your Highness, what did you do? Why am I... a spell?"