The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Squeak, squeak."

There are more rats hiding in the corners.

Valais saw this scene through his physical eyes, and his mood suddenly sank...

At the same time, in Little Demon Rat Alley.

The newly decorated cottage with various furniture is welcoming its first guest.

"Ryan, you, you are not..." The woman and the man were at a loss as to what to do in front of the boy whose skin was blue with cold.

The former was surprised, the latter was astonished.

The boy was covered in a foul odor and was wrapped in only a body bag. The snow water had soaked his skin, making it icy cold, but he didn't even shiver, as if he couldn't feel the temperature.

"Mom, Uncle Beckman, I'm not dead... I..."

The boy opened his mouth, unable to express his bizarre experience.

He must be crazy to believe those horrific images—

A talking corpse, a moving head? Don't be ridiculous. Even if the two believed it, their first reaction would be to call the police. And if they called the police...

The boy hugged his own cold body. He could hardly smell anything, but he could feel a different kind of sweetness on women and men.

No, he couldn't call the police...but if he didn't go home, where else could he go?

"Let me boil some hot water for you to take a bath first." The woman said with concern.

"No need, Mom, I'll just wipe it off..." The boy, who looked about ten years old, glanced at the man with fear.

Although the woman and the man were not in a de facto marriage, the man was considered his stepfather. This unemployed man, who had only inherited a dilapidated ancestral home, was very strict in his discipline and management of the child, and was also very stingy.

He had to clean six or seven chimneys every day, and several times he almost got stuck in the narrow chimney or choked to death by coal dust, all thanks to his stepfather's strong support.

The man took all of his and his mother's wages to buy alcohol, saying it was rent for their food and shelter.

"Just sit still. This kind of thing doesn't require your moral conduct." The woman pressed the boy down on the chair seriously and went into the house.

After a while, he heard an argument from inside.

"You can't keep him. Your son is dead!" the man suppressed a hysterical roar. "Four hundred and twenty gold shields! And there's thirty silver dollars in government relief every year! Damn it, they're paying us the same as if a police chief died in the line of duty. That's more money than you'll ever earn in your lifetime!"

"That was also what Ryan paid for with his life!" The woman howled like a she-wolf, "I know what you're thinking. If you're not afraid of two lives being lost and attracting police investigations, if you're not afraid of those police officers visiting you every now and then—"

"How could I? Aren't we a family?" The man's voice softened.

"Are we a family again now?" the woman cried with a half-smile in her voice. "Because the ownership of this money belongs to me, right? Haha, if I die, you won't get a penny. I have no family outside of Ryan. The government will take away your insatiable privileges!"

"Yes, I am greedy. If I hadn't spoken in the name of that princess, do you think you could have gotten so much compensation?" The man was furious. "Who do you think bought those colorful clothes you have now? Do you think a woman like you could have safely escaped with such a huge sum of money? Who do you think provided you and your son with shelter during your most difficult times? If that brat were still alive, all the money we spent would have to be repaid! Do you think your son wouldn't have died if you had continued living like that?!"

"He's still alive!"

"I know he's still alive, but... damn it, fine, you can hide him... I'll prepare some boat tickets to Kasrat. I have an uncle there. Bring the money and we'll leave together!"

"What you said is true. You won't do that to Ryan..."

"Damn it! I want to kill him!" the man thought. "Tomorrow you and I will get married in the church. I will find a time to sell the house and move out. If anyone asks, just say you don't want to stay in this sad place..."

"it is good……"

The quarrel gradually subsided. The door opened and the boy looked at the man and woman quietly: "Mom, Uncle Beckman, have I caused you any trouble?"

"Of course not, my child." The woman held the boy in her arms, as if she couldn't smell the stench of preservatives and excrement. "But I have to inconvenience you for a while. Um... do you want to go somewhere else? Like Kaslat?"

"Where is Kasrat...?"

"Where is Kaslat?" The woman also turned around and looked at the man.

"It's a continent in the southwest of the empire, about a hundred Cloudtop cities away from here." The man said gently, "No one will recognize us. We can settle down in a coastal town where there is no famine or war. We can use the money to do some business, and the rest... the rest can be saved for Ryan to get married and have children!"

The woman's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she seemed full of hope again.

"But we have to get through this period first..." The man added, "The situation is not peaceful right now, so let Ryan stay in the attic and don't attract anyone's attention, especially those loud-mouthed women!"

……

The new era of 1801 is also a glorious era.

Hestia woke up with her head resting on the soft snowball of her elf maid-mother.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Hestia rubbed her sleepy eyes and said subconsciously.

"Your Highness, it's already past eight o'clock. Today is..."

As soon as the black-haired maid stepped in, she saw two beautiful naked bodies lying vaguely between the bed curtains.

Noticing the maid's strange behavior, Hestia frowned and regained consciousness instantly.

"Who let you in?" the princess scolded. "Did I ring the bell?"

"But, Your Highness, today is the first day of school. If I go late, I will be late for the first class..." Viola stammered.

"Go to your first class!" The princess cursed rudely, rubbing her brow. "Alright, alright, it was my decision after all. You go out and wait. You are not allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes!" Viola was so frightened that she jumped out of the dormitory like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Alas." Hestia sighed.

She still doesn't remember that she was supposed to go to school.

Generally speaking, the early education of children of the nobility is completed by private tutors, especially the royal family. They can hire academicians in any field they want. Why bother squeezing into a classroom with a bunch of common people?

But humans are social creatures after all, and the royal family is the undisputed leader of the group. Therefore, at the age of sixteen, the princes also received training in military academies or went to comprehensive public schools to collude with other aristocratic children.

Hestia's choice of the Academy of Offa was a traditional one. Under normal circumstances, she would have chosen the Royal University of the Capital or the Imperial Military Academy, rather than coming to the unfamiliar Fran Realm, where rebellion was rampant.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of the rebellion that the princess herself wants to take advantage of it to display her abilities?

At least in official history, the High Knights Group recognized the achievements of Princess Datututu.

His Highness is carrying the reputation on his back, the soldiers are leading the rewards, and the Emperor is carrying the glory. Who wouldn't like such a good leader?

As for inciting rebellion...

It doesn’t matter. We’ve been living like this for the past hundred years.

"Stop pretending to be asleep. You're such a grown-up, and still shy?" Hestia gently stroked Iyana's face and pecked her lightly on the tip of her nose.

"Your Highness!" Iyana was too embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay if she sees me. Anyway, my bed is big enough for four or five people."

"If Your Highness likes Miss Lilan, would you like me to help you?" Iyana asked softly.

"Aren't you jealous?" Hestia asked curiously.

"I'm a half-elf, so why wouldn't I be jealous?" Iyana said, "Besides, if Miss Lilan is a good child and can take care of His Highness, it will be much easier for me."

As a loyal servant, Iyana never thought of taking on the role of "Mistress".

"I'm afraid she won't agree."

"If Your Highness could be nicer to Miss Lilan, I would persuade her..." After that, Iyana said with a hint of resentment, "Anyway, even if she doesn't want to, as long as Your Highness likes it, you will force it on her like you did to me, right?"

"You call this forcing?" Hestia snorted coldly, "Let me see how hard this mouth is—"

"Your Highness...it's time for school..."

Iyana reminded vaguely.

"Hmph." Hestia didn't really want to go to Wushan again so early in the morning.

"Your Highness, I don't want to let the princess down."

"You still mentioned it!"

"Then I won't mention it..."

Iyana said softly.

She just didn't want to admit that she really enjoyed His Highness's favor, and just stubbornly obeyed her master's orders as a servant.

It's not that she seduced His Highness.

A servant who has lost his command is like a wanton rebel.

In the corridor, Viola hid in her room with her face covered, recalling the scene in disbelief.

Is it Lady Iyana? Why is she sleeping with the princess?

Well, she had always slept with Alice, and since they were both women, it wasn't a big deal... but was it necessary to sleep naked?

Viola couldn't think any further. She just felt strange and her heart was pounding.

If I could snuggle up to His Highness like that...

The maid couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, but every time she thought of this, she always felt that something was missing and she couldn't express it.

She just felt that she couldn't think anymore, but she also felt that she should think more. The maid who was exposed to esoteric knowledge vaguely understood one thing -

All thoughts are reflections of dreams, so is the appearance of His Highness in my thoughts also some kind of revelation from the aura?

Volume 42: Dreamer: . Confusion Potion

The National Yunding Academy of Arcane Magic was formerly the branch of the Arcane Tower Association of the Kingdom of Fran. Before the Empire's conquests, arcane sorcerers maintained a privileged academic position, with strict inheritance and lineages of authority. Even the Sun King paid homage to the elite. The branches of the Arcane Tower Association established in various countries on the continent enjoyed independent sovereignty.

The Empire corrected this unhealthy trend, demolished the Mage Tower, eliminated 99% of the privileges of the arcane warlocks, and recruited new arcane apprentices from the general public. The Arcane Academy came into being.

The God-Emperor's original intention was to combine arcane theory with dwarven runecraft, allowing more arcane apprentices to participate in the production of armaments. Later, as He envisioned, the emerging arcane sorcerers might not possess the transcendental talent of the masters, but their sheer numbers supported the development and maintenance of the Empire's military industry, which flourished for a time.

"Your Highness, after becoming a secret cultivator, can I no longer be a mage?"

In the afternoon, the carriage galloped along the spacious avenue of Offa College, attracting the attention of many students along the way. Inside the carriage, Viola opened the curtains slightly, peeking at the snowy scene outside, and asked in a gentle voice.

"Didn't old lady Ainiwei tell you?"

"I forgot to ask." Viola shook her head.