The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Your Highness—" Matildahl turned around happily, with a bright smile on his face, no longer showing the resentment from a moment ago.

"Ask Noelle to come see me. She's my instructor after all, and I've been a bit slack in my training lately, so I need her advice."

"..." Matildahl was stunned for a moment, then murmured in frustration, "Oh..."

She stood there for nearly half a minute until Hestia, who was drinking soup, looked up at her: "What? Is there something else?"

"Matildahl is gone." The corners of Matildahl's lips twisted. She wanted to smile to cheer up the princess, but no matter how hard she twitched, she could hardly raise a decent smile. "Matildahl... goodbye."

After Matildaal left, Iyana couldn't bear it any longer: "Your Highness, aren't you hurting her too much?"

"It's a bummer." Hestia reopened the box and pointed at the incense burner and incense materials inside. "Iyana, can you analyze the ingredients of this thing?"

Iyana sighed, picked up the item from the box, and examined it. She shook her head. "It looks like normal incense, and the quality is indeed very high. But I'm not a professional alchemist. If there are deeper secrets, I may not be able to see them..."

"Okay." Hestia shrugged.

Since Iyana didn't notice anything obviously unusual, there shouldn't be any big problem.

The elven maid saw the princess's doubts and suggested to Lindor: "Your Highness, why don't you ask Aibani Weifusi? She is not only a mystic of the path of wisdom, but also a senior master of arcane magic and alchemy."

"Makes sense."

As it happened, Hestia was very interested in the reason why the old woman was hiding in the library.

After breakfast, the princess immediately led Viola to the library. The carriage stopped in front of the grand white steps. Clara respectfully escorted them to the door, and then, at the princess's command, she and two iron guards stood guard outside.

It is a cloudy day today, and the glass dome does not cast its usual brilliant light, sparkling under the ingenious reflection of the porcelain glass.

The bright morning light shone on the path connecting the inside and the outside. Hestia seemed to be walking in dim shadows, while the desks and bookshelves on both sides were covered in deeper darkness and lighter light.

The hall was empty and quiet. The book guide desk was piled high with books in a tower, but the old woman was no longer there.

"Old woman—"

Hestia shouted, her cold voice echoing in the quiet hall.

no respond.

"That's weird, I thought she lived in the library." Hestia sneered. "Viola, you come here often, so where does she go?"

Viola was equally bewildered. "Mrs. Ainiwei does seem to live in the library. Aside from visiting the food stalls in the villa's outer courtyard for meals, she rarely leaves the 300-meter radius of the library."

"She must be hiding somewhere." Hestia frowned. "Old man—if you keep playing tricks on me, I'll set this whole place on fire!"

The princess's threats were ineffective, and instead frightened the maid to death. Viola trembled and advised, "Your Highness, the library is your private property, not Lady Aynive's..."

If the princess were to burn this treasure trove of infinite knowledge to ashes, Viola felt she would cry until she fainted.

"What else?" Hestia crossed her arms and looked arrogant.

"There are two floors of book storage rooms underground in the library," Viola reminded me. "Mrs. Envy took me down there when I borrowed books before."

"Idiot!" Hestia slapped the black-haired girl on the head. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"Oh, you didn't ask!" The maid covered the back of her head, feeling very aggrieved.

But who had made her face the Imperial Princess? Viola had no choice but to swallow her anger and lead the Princess to the stone door leading to the underground library.

But the stone door requires a key to unlock the mechanism before passing through. Viola was puzzled by the eye symbol engraved on the stone door: "Your Highness, it seems that we can't open this door."

"idiot."

Hestia criticized the maid as a matter of course, not caring whether it would hurt the girl's sensitive and self-respecting heart.

But the eyes carved on the door caught her attention.

The "Omniscient Eye" is the main symbol of the path of wisdom and the source of Zang.

Not long ago, she used the Witch's Book to capture a mechanic from the "Casting" branch.

"The Eye of Truth."

Hestia's consciousness communicated with the intersection of the structure of the Witch Book and absorbed the invisible art from the stone tablet.

In just a moment, one-ninth of the spiritual power contained in the stone tablet disappeared, and in her vision, a bizarre sight that could not be seen by the naked eye gradually emerged -

Countless dark lines spread along the stone gate, and hidden arcane circuits circulated and intertwined in the huge architectural structure. Her perspective-like observation allowed her to clearly understand the deep structure of things, and the appearance of matter and energy no longer had any secrets to her.

Hestia quickly found the mechanism that controlled the stone gate.

"Decompose the mark."

She murmured softly, and countless torn marks suddenly appeared on the blood vessels under the skin of her arm.

Each trace followed a floating arc of nothingness, which Hestia wove into the inner structure of the mechanism, leaving marks on the gears engraved with secret text that mortals could not see.

"Open." She focused her attention through words.

“Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka—”

The stone gate trembled violently, and countless cracks spread along the walls and pillars. The internal mechanical structure had already shattered into countless pieces, but this was not the end. As the decomposition mark spread, this solid rock also peeled off and fell apart under the power of deconstruction.

"boom!"

The stone gate collapsed and the main structure of the wall was severely damaged. If Hestia had not stopped the spread of the secret art in time, the magnificent wonder would have become a high-risk building.

"Your Highness, how did you do it?" Viola's eyes widened. "Is it magic or secret techniques?"

Both can achieve similar performances, but the difference is significant. Magic follows the laws of conservation of matter and energy, focusing more on the utilization and transformation of objective objects. However, esoteric arts, on the other hand, are the manifestation of unimaginable laws, transcending the material world itself. Therefore, they are also referred to as "invisible arts" by esoteric practitioners.

Viola was intelligent and eager to learn. Under the guidance of Madam Ainiwei, she became familiar with the basic knowledge of esoteric cultivation in just two days.

"Don't tell anyone, understand?" Hestia threatened the maid with her eyes, "or you'll end up like this door."

"Even if you didn't say the last sentence, I wouldn't go around criticizing Your Highness." Viola muttered.

"Hehe, who made you a pushover?" Hestia casually put her arm around the maid, her arm around her shoulders. "Just like when you see a fluffy puppy, you can't help but rub it, right?"

"Like a stuffed toy..."

"Of course, just like I like to sleep with my pillow."

Viola didn't know whether to be happy or depressed, especially when the princess mentioned "sleep". She didn't know what she was thinking about and turned her head away with a red face.

Behind the stone door is a deep staircase leading down, with a drop of about four or five meters. After entering the library from here, the light can no longer illuminate the dark underground.

"The Light once sent down commandments to illuminate the way for those who were lost."

Viola's clear recitation echoed in the darkness.

The brilliance shines.

Hestia was nearly blinded by the stab wound. She stared blankly and saw the maid take off the round stone that looked like white jade from her neck and use it to light up the library.

"The Secret Art of Glow? Have you chosen to enter the Dream Realm?" There was a hint of danger in Hestia's voice.

"No, Your Highness." Hearing the tone of his voice, Viola felt like she was being stared at by an evil dragon. She shrank her neck and timidly explained, "This is a miracle of the Church of Radiance, passed down in the legend of the Holy Church’s manifestation of the divine—the Radiance Jade contains the miracle of radiance. When believers meditate and pray with concentration, it will emit light. After I learned meditation from Madam Aynive, I accidentally tried it a few times and found that it was not a legend..."

"Haha, you are really smart and studious."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. If you're angry, I'll just put it out." Viola knew that the princess was prejudiced against the Church of Radiance. If it weren't really necessary, she wouldn't want to show her Radiance-related abilities in front of Your Highness.

"Viola."

Hestia suddenly looked at the black-haired girl seriously with a serious expression.

"Your Highness, you said..."

"If one day, the Church of Radiance becomes an enemy of the Empire, or if someone asks you to become my enemy in the name of Radiance...will you become the blade that stabs me in the back?"

"Will not!"

Viola was so frightened that her calves were shaking and she could hardly stand.

This kind of serious crime that carries the punishment of exterminating ten generations of an entire clan is not something that can be mentioned!

No matter how much dissatisfaction she hid in her heart when she was bullied, the maid never had the idea of ​​taking revenge on the princess. Even if she was angry, she just hoped that His Highness would be more compassionate and sympathetic to her and treat her as a friend.

Not knowing why the princess would have such thoughts, Viola quickly stated: "Your Highness, I have said before that since I have pledged my loyalty to you, I will never betray you! Besides, I believe in the Radiance, and my belief in the great ideal of saving the world does not mean that I belong to the Radiance Church!"

"You better be."

Hestia thought that when she had the chance, she would go to Mengsu to find a contract to stamp her thoughts on the maid.

Otherwise, if the puppy had bitten me back, I would have had a scar as big as a bowl on my neck.

At this moment, Viola's voice suddenly rang out:

"Not only will I stab you in the back, I'll also hang you bloodied on an iron hook, and while you cry, I'll play with the jade in my mouth, okay?"

"What did you say?" Hestia suspected she had misheard.

"I heard it too, Your Highness!" Viola was so anxious that she almost cried, but she was more afraid. She couldn't help but move closer to the princess and hugged the Celestial Dragon's arm tightly, "I didn't say anything!"

"That's what I said." At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind the two of them.

Hestia turned abruptly, and the "Punishment of Judgment" was instantly activated, forming a fragile confinement barrier within a three-meter range of her body.

With the help of the glowing jade, she quickly saw the source of the sound—

A human head, or more precisely, a woman's head with a bright red spine.

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The woman's head was suspended with a bright red spine, white nerve bundles clinging to the joints, the ends of which looked like the tentacles of a jellyfish spreading out, showing exaggerated radiating shapes, and her ochre-red hair danced in the air.

The head was floating, and the delicate cheeks revealed neurotic madness.

"Who are you?" Hestia questioned sullenly, pulling Viola behind her.

"How about you guess, little silver-haired cutie, ah, I seem to be able to smell it, smell your delicious saliva, smell your trembling breasts, smell your wet desire fluid, well... it's a pity that I have no sense of smell. But you still retain the pure fragrance for me, right?"

The head talked to herself, rolling her eyes as if intoxicated, but no matter how she acted, she did not feel the excitement she had imagined.

Hestia maintained the effect of the [Eye of Truth], her expression sinister.

Damn, she had never met such a crazy woman in the nightclub.

To the princess's surprise, she was completely unable to discern the head's composition, as if it were non-material. However, the Eye of Truth wasn't limited to analyzing matter; it also encompassed the flow of energy and even the emanation of the soul. Yet, the head before her, with its spine hanging and hair flying wildly, seemed non-existent.