The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The purple-red etching symbolizes gestation and transformation, the principles by which witches pursue their path as witches.

Esoteric practitioners use meditation to ascend to the Dream Realm, and the deeper they journey, the higher their realm. However, the Dream Realm is both a place of origin and a chaotic realm of idealism. To avoid getting lost in their wanderings, esoteric practitioners often use ritual magic to communicate with the marks left by mythology on the path. These star-like marks are the coordinates of the path of ascension, shining beacons on the turbulent sea, guiding those who fly to the flames in their pursuit of their own truth.

Witches, however, are different. Their worship of witches is rejected by the Dream House. Therefore, to reach the veil beyond the Dream House, witches subvert the status quo and become predators of the esoteric cultivation. This not only deceives the Dream House but also allows them to inherit the mysteries of this path.

Hestia suppressed her inner curiosity and didn't open the book that resembled a girl's skin. Eternal Shadows mentioned very little about witches and enchantresses, so she planned to go to the academy library to research the relevant information before making a decision.

No matter what, a dying person's words are good, so the deceased cheap mother can't cheat her daughter, right?

Just as she put away the books, something strange happened—

The crimson etching suddenly burned, the delicate skin was burned and festered, and the boiling oil splashed on the princess's arms, and blisters of all sizes immediately burst open!

Hestia hurriedly shook her hand away, but the book seemed to have melted into the surface of her palm. The piercing pain rushed along the nerves and broke her tear glands. She gritted her teeth and didn't utter a word.

The moment the Nameless Book melted into her skin, Hestia felt an indescribable invisible power seeping in from it.

"Qi Ling."

The word suddenly popped up in her mind.

Witches awaken through ritual vessels containing the witch's mark, thereby gaining transcendental spiritual perception and power.

This book... is a witch's ritual object?

The flying embers burned the skin, burns were intertwined, and severe pain rushed along the blood vessels to the brain, just like boiling water boiling in the skull.

"True spirit..."

The boiling water made a deafening bubbling sound in her mind, and the hot syllables shattered in her consciousness one after another, like mountains rising from the ground and then disappearing into ashes, lifting Hestia into the unknown realm with the aftermath of the creation of the world.

In this pale world, there are torn cracks in the sky and on the ground. Countless roots emerge from the cracks, which are vast and boundless, extending and changing. Every moment is different, making it difficult to tell where you are.

Hestia floated in the void with no place to stand, and found that she had lost her form, and her whole body was like mist exhaled from beneath the skin.

"Is this Meng Su?"

She rubbed her eyes, but could only see a landscape blurrier than a mosaic. It was a scene vaster than the starry sky, each flickering or dimming shimmer holding an immeasurable miracle.

This is indeed a dream place, or more precisely, it is the secret practitioner's visualization of the "dream place" outside of the dream place.

Just like a blind man touching an elephant, what she saw was not the whole picture of the dream, but only the tip of the iceberg that was beyond her comprehension.

Those interwoven roots are the reflection of the source, the skin leading to the abode of the gods.

"Am I forced to awaken my spirit? Will I have to stay on the pirate ship for the rest of my life?"

Hestia felt a little desperate.

A witch's training also requires basic skills. She has no secret manuals and no connections. Even if she finds a secret practitioner and kills him on the spot, she doesn't know how to advance.

and……

She could feel Mengsu's rejection of her. In this situation, let alone roaming around Mengsu, just getting close to it might attract one or two wandering myths to blow her to ashes.

"Iyana, Iyana, you've really hurt me!"

Hestia was heartbroken.

If I had known this earlier, I should have acted a little more indifferent and not given Iyana the chance to open her mouth.

Why hesitate to follow the Tower and become a Celestial Dragon who rules the world? She is devoted to the God-Emperor, and the guillotine is only for the cowardly!

Now, the most pious and fanatical princess is going to be regarded as a heretic!

She stretched out her arms, but she had no substance. Her whole body was like wisps of smoke, with only the symbol of a cocoon emerging from her soul.

"Oh, how do we get back?"

Hestia floated outside the white dream, with no end and no direction. Hateful colors seemed to be wriggling in the pale mist, and from time to time there were noises like whispering and chewing.

As if echoing her thoughts, the Witch's Mark flickered slightly, and a jade-white tome opened before her. Immediately afterwards, the spirit body suddenly became heavy, like a meteorite being pulled by a celestial body and falling into it.

Turning the sight, a mountain villa of uncertain brightness appeared in the world beneath the clouds.

"Yunting Villa?"

Hestia looked down at the manor that was three-quarters similar to her own residence. The different architectural styles were coupled together like a very ugly vegetable salad.

Inside the villa, marks of different colors are eroding this area.

"It's not the villa, nor is it a dream home. It's the other side of the book, the boundary between reality and dream."

Hestia was lost in thought. A dim light in the distance attracted her. That should be where her physical body was.

Where the lights burned was a spire-roofed building, shimmering with the moon. Its entire structure was pale purple, its outer edges rimmed with the rising and falling dusk, like the tide itself, affecting the ebb and flow of the surrounding area.

"The moon building probably symbolizes Iyana. She occupies the largest area. She is not only the princess's protector, but also represents her as the most powerful among the secret cultivators of Cloud Court Villa. No one can approach her. The symbol of 'High Knight' is engraved on the outer iron wall, which is made of statues. It is probably a manifestation of the guard captain Clara. As for the other symbols, 'Man of Libra', 'Crossing Blades', 'Spider Moth', and 'Golden Book Tower', haha, it seems that the princess has quite a few hidden little rats under her command."

Hestia was not in a hurry to return to her body, but instead strolled through this unique villa.

This is the intersection constructed by the Nameless Book, so there is no need to worry about being harmed by those secret cultivators.

Although she could not determine the specific objects represented by these marks, as long as she remembered the characteristics of each mark, she could roughly guess the number of secret practitioners in this area and the paths they worshipped.

"'Crossing Blades' is a symbol of struggle and resistance, most likely from a rebel faction of free will. 'Spider Moth' looks like the symbol of the 'Cocoon Sisterhood'. Why would sisters come to my villa if they weren't busy partying? 'Golden Book Tower', hmm... maybe it's a secret cultivation of the Path of Wisdom? 'Libra' has a very Iron Cross style, but apart from Captain Clara, as far as I can remember, there shouldn't be anyone else, unless..."

Hestia guessed that there were two possibilities for "Libra". One was that he was a master sent by the Empire to secretly protect her, and the other was another faction that was monitoring Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Unfortunately, the boundary constructed by the Nameless Book does not correspond to the material world. She only knows that these secret practitioners exist within the range, but cannot immediately find their true bodies in the material world to verify.

But this is enough. If she is given a little more time, she will find him and send him to the gallows.

It doesn't matter if you can't find it——

According to Her Royal Highness's style, if she beheads everyone one by one for the crime of blaspheming the Divine Emperor, there can't be any that slip through the net, right?

Volume 6: Dreamer: . Train your body to resemble Hexing

On the morning of March 1800, 13 of the New Era, the moon gradually disappeared from the sky, and Hestia spent her first night without any danger.

There is rarely heavy snow on the Yunling coast. The port is busy day and night, with a huge cargo throughput. It is an important seaport for the empire. Before dawn, you can see shadows working harder than ants loading and unloading. Occasionally, one or two whistle sounds can be heard from the sails that connect the sky to the sea.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I opened the velvet curtains with an iron cross pattern. The faint morning light filtered into the room, creating colorful patterns on the mahogany dressing table.

The princess lifted the wide sleeves of her nightgown. She didn't know when the burning sore from last night had healed, and the crystal box was nowhere to be seen, as if nothing had happened.

But Hestia could sense subtle, invisible changes.

Deep in the consciousness, a book with a cover more delicate than a girl's skin was floating quietly, and every page was blank.

Influenced by the books, her spiritual perception became extremely sharp. Even with her eyes closed, the outline and furnishings of the entire dormitory vaguely appeared in her mind.

Hestia seemed to be lost in thought. She took out a dagger from her dressing table, bit her thin lips, and lightly scratched her palm.

Blood oozed out, instantly staining the glossy surface of the table red, but it only took a few breaths for the imperceptible line to heal along with the itching, leaving no trace.

Hestia murmured softly, "Am I a witch now?"

The witch's ritual vessel will recreate the witch's soul and flesh, but she is currently confused about what specific changes will occur.

If I want to know the truth, I'm afraid I can only go back to my hometown and look for more clues about the witch from my mother's belongings.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Just as she was thinking, Iyana's voice came from outside the door.

Hestia sheathed her dagger and said calmly, "Come in."

The beautiful young lady entered, holding a statue covered by a scarf. She first glanced at the bloodstain on the dressing table, then hesitated and said, trying to hide something, "Your Highness, I saw this at the door, but I didn't open it to see. Is it supposed to be placed somewhere else..."

Hestia found it a little funny to see her like this.

Obviously, Iyana knew what was hidden underneath, but she was unsure of the princess's thoughts. She didn't know why the pious princess placed the statue of the God-Emperor in the corridor, so she could only use roundabout ways to test Hestia's intentions, fearing that she would say something wrong and make her master unhappy.

"A statue of the God-Emperor," Hestia explained. "I plan to build a grand temple in the forest dedicated to His Majesty. This villa is still too saturated with cosmetics."

"Hey, it's me..."

Iyana panicked, thinking Hestia was blaming her.

After all, the Empire was steeped in martial virtue, and it was rumored that the Divine Emperor's greatest dislike was for delicate women and men. The most delicate person here certainly couldn't be the handsome and heroic His Highness, and certainly not Captain Clara, whose body was tougher than granite. The answer was self-evident.

She tended to the villa's gardens, the mansion's fragrances, and the elegant furnishings of her rooms. While this style of decor was also popular among the lavish dignitaries of the Empire, for Her Highness, perhaps a bedroom filled with the heads of aliens and heretics impaled on iron stakes was more in line with the orthodox "Imperial aesthetic."

"Don't think too much about it. This has nothing to do with you." Hestia shook her head slightly and said, "Cancel all your plans for today. Ask someone to prepare a carriage and go somewhere with me later."

"what?"

Iyana's anxious eyes suddenly flashed with bright light.

Ever since His Highness became more and more devoted to the Divine Emperor and lost his former loveliness due to the brainwashing of that instructor, the rift between the two has been growing.

Hestia became cold, cruel, and fanatical, often beating and killing servants for trivial matters. The person she trusted most gradually changed from Aunt Iyana to the group of cold and almost emotionless iron guards.

From then on, His Highness no longer asked her to accompany him when he went out, as if it was shameful for the Imperial Princess to have a weak and gentle half-elf servant.

"Huh? Hurry up and get ready." Hestia urged softly, letting Iyana wash and prepare meals for her.

A few years ago, when she lived in the Grand Duke's Palace of Lorraine, there were as many as twenty maids serving Hestia alone, including bathing maids, makeup maids, dressing maids, jewelry maids, bed maids, and reading maids. In addition, there were pony maids and puppy maids in the style of court jesters. It was almost as if someone had chewed up bread and fed it mouth to mouth.

The princess was already arrogant and domineering at the time, and after becoming a believer in the tower, she became even more arrogant. In order to study the secret arts, she even used the maid to test the potion. In the end, she was almost strangled to death by the little dog maid on the bed. What a shitty job.

Now that she is in poverty, the princess has very few servants she can trust, and all the household affairs are handled by Iyana alone.

With her long hair tied up and a stern look on her face, Hestia examined herself in the full-length mirror. She wore a fitted waistcoat, high-waisted breeches, deerskin boots, and an exquisitely carved flintlock rifle at her waist. She looked incredibly heroic, only slightly less impressive than her true appearance before the time travel.

Just as they finished breakfast in the room, when the snow had almost stopped, a burly, brown-skinned woman walked in. She had a sharp, angular face and was two meters tall. Her bulging forearms under her black military uniform were thicker than the princess's tight thighs. Her voice was like the beating of a drum:

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready and we can set off at any time."

"Thank you for your hard work, Clara."

"Everything for the empire!" Clara said sternly, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Hestia wasn't sure if this was what a "High Knight" was supposed to be like.

After all, there are only a few people as obsessed as Her Royal Highness the Princess. To put it bluntly, if all the bureaucrats and dignitaries in the empire were as obsessed as the Princess, instead of indulging in pleasure and decadence all day long, this supreme empire could have lasted another hundred years.

Clara drove the carriage past the high wall that separated the inner and outer courtyards, down the mountain along the track, the metal rollers leaving deep ruts in the filthy snow and mud, steady and without slowing down.

Iyana and Hestia sat close together in the carriage, feeling the warmth radiating from the silver-haired girl. A warmth welled up in their hearts, as if filled with sunshine. They bravely asked:

"Your Highness is very optimistic about that child? In the past, Your Highness would never make a special trip to visit a commoner, especially in such a cold weather."

"Lelan has her own unique talents. If this can make her serve me better, it is certainly worth the trip."

This is not a question of whether it is worth it, but a question of whether her brain is still there.