The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Mio Viola, whose shoulders were held down, was panic-stricken. Although the princess's room was spacious and bright, she felt as if she were trapped in a coffin box.

Is it a spell?

This was beyond Viola's comprehension.

The so-called arcane law is the observation, study and reproduction of the mysteries and laws of the world, and the laws of natural changes and material transformations.

Most arcane sorcerers are no different from ordinary people. After accommodating the "Arcane Mayfly", the juggler apprentice who can only use 0-1 level arcane magic can at best use flint to light a fireball or use ice crystals to cool the room. The cost is high and only rich people can afford it.

But now, not only has alchemy flourished, and the arcane machinery of gnomes and dwarves has become widely used in aristocratic households, but the Tyran elves, who have recently emerged, have even mastered the power of the "Way of Forging and Transmutation." A juggler apprentice? Forget being a family mage for a noble master. Even working as a mechanical assistant in a workshop wouldn't necessarily be more skilled than a master craftsman. Not only are they overconfident, but they also charge several times the price of a master craftsman. Which workshop would be so gullible? This is a version trap.

Therefore, Viola's understanding of arcane sorcerers remained more at the scholar's level. There might be some weird and supernatural things, but there must be traces to follow. The princess being unable to move with just one sentence was beyond Viola's understanding.

It’s just...

In mythology, this miracle can only be performed by the Mother of Infinite Light.

"Magic? No, this is mystical magic."

Hestia looked at the motionless Viola with satisfaction. Although she had extinguished the arcane hearth's bonfire before, acting on objects and acting on people were two completely different things. Humans possessed a "spirituality" superior to most species. While the spirituality of ordinary people compared to that of mystics was like a firefly competing with the violet moon, spirituality was still spirituality. It was both the fuel for evil cultivators to unleash their mystical arts and the barrier that mystics used to defend themselves against one another.

Like the fat inquisitor who was shot by her, his secret technique was so powerful that even the witch herself could not control it for half a second. This was the effect of the Witch Book's enhanced spirituality.

"Secret technique?"

Viola chewed on the unfamiliar noun, but before she could think deeply, she felt a chill on her body, and her frail figure was exposed to the air as the princess tore her cotton coat.

"Your Highness!" Viola was filled with shame and indignation.

"It's not pretty," Hestia commented regretfully.

Compared to the plump elf maid-mother, the fifteen-year-old poor girl was indeed too thin.

Viola bit her lip and tried to calm her breathing: "Your Highness, I can really... do it myself. You obviously don't need to do this. You are obviously... ah..."

Hestia pinched the maid's cheek and asked ambiguously, "What is it?"

"You are obviously humiliating me..." Viola's voice was almost crying.

"Are you on the verge of tears?" Hestia wiped the moisture from the maid's eyes with her index finger, still wearing that hateful smile. "If stripping you naked is considered humiliating, then if I strip myself first, wouldn't that be fair and courteous?"

"Uh……"

"Do you think changing clothes for aristocrats is a simple matter? Do you know the angle at which to put your skirt on your body? Do you know which is inside the petticoat or the corset? Do you know how to tie a ribbon? Do you know how to fold a neckline? You don't know, you idiot who doesn't know etiquette! Barbarians should be educated in a rude way, otherwise they won't understand. This is the truth of the empire!"

"I……"

"And besides, I doubt that my wife Hestia Lorraine von Herbert, serving you, a servant, to put on your clothes, wants me to humiliate you? Explain to me, you idiot! What do you mean by humiliating you? Or are you humiliating me? Shameless sow!"

"I didn't, I wasn't, I..."

Viola stopped crying, her brain circuits feeling a little hot.

It was indeed hurtful to Viola's self-esteem that the princess tore her outer shirt without asking her opinion. Viola felt ashamed of being forced to be exposed and thought that the princess was humiliating her.

For a moment, Viola thought of the vicious monsters who bullied the maids that Domis had often described to her, and some nobles would not even let little boys go.

But the princess did not bully her. Although she was domineering, it was just her usual bad character.

and……

Viola gazed at the princess's face, so close to her. It was beautiful, not as charming as rouge and powder, without any trace of masculinity, but with a heroic presence, like a cold, sharp blade standing upright in the snow, piercing the sky and the earth.

How confident is she to think that such a beautiful woman would bully a mediocre maid?

Viola just imagined that the princess was naked in front of her, and she felt that it was she who was defiling His Highness, rather than His Highness humiliating her.

So... am I making a big deal out of nothing?

The maid came to an incredible conclusion.

"So, every time I change clothes and bathe, I'm naked and the maids complete every step. That means they're humiliating me?" Hestia quipped. "You're so lucky, Miss Lilan. From now on, you'll get to humiliate the Imperial Princess every day. I wonder how many heads you'll have left to chop off?"

"I'm sorry... I know I was wrong..." Viola did know it, and she was ashamed of her ignorance and felt that it was all her fault.

"Hmph," Hestia exhaled, her index finger traced the maid's smooth ribs, drawing a beautiful arc above her navel before hooking the laces of her cotton skirt. "So you just need to follow my orders. I don't want to hear another "no." You can ask others about this. I've never been so tolerant of anyone else."

"babble……"

Viola murmured softly, not daring to look at herself in the full-length mirror, but when she turned her head away, she kissed the princess' cheek that was resting on her shoulder.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Your Highness!" She wanted to apologize hurriedly, but her joints were locked and she couldn't move at all.

However, the princess did not blame her for the offense, but instead looked at the maid in the mirror and hooked her fingers.

Is it this stubborn, straightforward little girl who is more reserved than a mimosa who led the rebels to chop off her head in the future?

No matter how she looked at it, Hestia found it incredible.

If her parents had not died, could her maid have become the reborn Apostle of Radiance?

However, no matter what, Viola must not be pushed into the rebel camp, even if it means killing her.

Fran can be independent and can be restored, but it must be under the will of the empire, not by the revolutionary army breaking through the siege.

"You are mine, no one can take you away." Hestia suddenly took Viola into her arms from under her arms, and her long gaze made the secret technique lose its restraint.

But the latter was stunned for a moment and forgot to resist.

No one can take it away...

Viola didn't understand the meaning of the princess's words. It seemed to make her seem very important, but sometimes, the princess didn't seem to really value herself.

She suddenly thought of the loneliness she had felt when she entered the castle.

Her Highness...she is probably really lonely.

I don’t have any close friends, so I always fail to express myself.

Thinking she had fully grasped the princess's thoughts, Mengwei Aola stopped struggling and instead pulled the princess across her chest, pressing her arms even tighter. The maid discovered that the princess's limbs were even more flexible than she had imagined.

"I want to be friends with Your Highness. Since I have pledged my loyalty to Your Highness, I will never betray you." Viola said softly. She really thought so.

Just as she was familiar with the story of the Twenty-Eight Danube Generals and was deeply influenced by the Church of Radiance, loyalty and commitment were inviolable and heroic romances for Viola.

His Highness has a very bad character, but if he could become a little better for her, wouldn't it be an honor to create a good story between the monarch and his subjects?

As expected, she had misunderstood His Highness. The noble Celestial Dragons and the conceited nobles were two completely different beings.

"You are more than my Hestia's friend?"

Hestia came back to her senses and looked at the maid in the mirror, who seemed quite moved by herself. She felt that she was more touching when she shed tears of grievance.

She gently bit Viola's earlobe, leaving a bright red tooth mark.

The maid wanted to scream out in pain, but the princess' words made her endure it.

Viola wasn't sure what emotions she felt towards the princess. Gratitude, disgust? Pity, fear? It seemed like a little bit of everything.

But more than that, he hoped to be looked at seriously by the Celestial Dragons, even just for a moment.

She has dignity.

"You are more than that," the princess said, "you are also my little dog."

“…Your Highness!!”

Yes, still a puppy.

Viola felt like she was being fooled again. She now wished it was the princess who was stripped naked so that she could also suffer the humiliation!

simply!

Terrible!

Volume 17: Dreamers: . Librarian

The Azure Land is a star, an undeniable objective truth that has existed for thousands of years. However, to this day, neither the vast Supreme Empire, the Tyran Elves sailing the Seven Seas, nor the ancient dragon ruins have a complete map of the Azure Land.

On March 13, Hestia returned to Cloud Court Villa from the Invalides after attending the annual honors ceremony and got off the carriage with Matidal Miller.

"Your Highness, we're here." Matildaal looked at the princess who was resting with her eyes closed anxiously and reminded her carefully.

Hestia glanced at her, said nothing, and got off the carriage.

The dog that suits the occasion is the right one. Matidal is the daughter of an Iron Army officer and one of the signs that the princess cares about the families of soldiers. Employing the daughter of an officer also makes it easier to tie the interests of the army and the royal family together.

In addition, Hestia also confirmed one thing through the Witch Book - Matidal Miller was indeed a worm, otherwise the same symbol would not appear at the junction of the villa and the Invalides.

"Your Highness, your speech today was truly majestic. Some veterans were moved to tears by the new measures you proposed."

Seeing that the princess remained silent, Matildaal carefully lifted her up again.

If it were before, Her Royal Highness would definitely hum proudly and accept her praise with pleasure, but for some reason, Her Royal Highness now seemed terribly deep.

"Go do your thing," Hestia said calmly, "Clara, come with me to the library."

Then he led the Knight Commander toward the outer courtyard of the villa, leaving the insect maid in a daze in the cold wind that stung her skin.

"Your Highness, do you want to replace Miss Miller?"

Walking along the cobblestone path that was covered with purple, Keshila opened a large umbrella to block out the snow, protecting the Seventh Princess under the figure of the tall knight.

"If I wanted to replace her, there's no need to go to such lengths to make things difficult for her." Hestia chuckled. "She's not some military descendant. She's just a Ross barbarian."

"Then why does Your Highness..."

"Iyana suspected she had the shadow of a worm." Hestia exhaled a puff of mist, looked at the snow falling from the branches, and murmured to herself, "The weather is getting cold again."

The solar year in the Azure Land lasts 468.1 days. The Imperial New Calendar, also known as the Glorious Calendar, divides it into thirteen months, with a leap year every ten years, distinguishing it from the fifteen-month calendar of the Tailan elves.

Because ancient legends say that dragons that left the Azure Land eventually returned to the Moon, and the God-Emperor is known as the Dragon Born, the thirteenth month is also known as the Violet Moon. Throughout this month, every region of the Empire holds a fortnight-long celebration. As a princess, Hestia naturally has many events to attend.

But in her inherited memories, thirteenth month in Yunling shouldn't be this cold. With the sudden drop in temperature, countless poor people were left exposed, and countless farmlands were left barren. All seeds of rebellion were the breeding ground for the growth of Blade Cultivators' power.

"It's really hopeless." Hestia shook her head.