The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

PS:

It’s only been a week since the book was released, but subscriptions have already started to drop, especially since chapter 39.

The content doesn't seem to have changed much. If you say there are no highlights and it's boring, it has never been exciting or boring. It shouldn't have taken a sudden turn for the worse. How come even the recommendation votes have collapsed?

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Chihaya Aine Has Nine Wings

Volume 44: Dreamers: . Ning also wants to rebel?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Garcia injected a grayish-white transparent solvent into the broken necks of two mice to stop bleeding. The tiny wounds were projected and magnified in the light refracted by tens of thousands of glass panels, and the blood vessels and nerves grew and danced, as if waiting for the return of the head.

"Feiburn's panacea can promote the release and continuation of vitality. Even cut flesh and bones can be healed to a certain extent." Garcia sewed up the mouse's head while distractedly greeting the audience. "Of course, this isn't an advertisement for the panacea."

No one laughed at his humor. Everyone held their breath and stared at the mirage in the sky.

The mice, which were originally on the verge of death, climbed up from the stone slabs with their tails twisted in just half a minute after exchanging bodies. They walked staggeringly, but this miracle was enough to overturn the cognition of most people.

After confirming this wasn't some charlatan's trick, the hall erupted in thunderous applause. Garcia bowed slightly and spoke in a powerful voice, "As you can see, the Primordial Factor can bridge the 'differences' between lives. How to properly utilize it is a topic I'm constantly delving into. I hope more colleagues will join in this pursuit, and I also hope to pass this mantle on to true geniuses, future leaders in the field of Life Alchemy."

A student asked, "Professor Garcia, what I want to ask is, can humans also replace their bodies in this way?"

"It's difficult at the moment because human life and soul are more complex than mice. Bridging the differences between the two humans and preventing each other's bodies from rejecting them requires facing more challenges of change."

Garcia smiled and said, "Imagine this: if we could inject human genes into mice or lambs, making their organs and tissues more compatible with human bodies, then in the future, when we face patients with physical injuries and failure, could we use their lives to make up for our losses?"

"Bloodline?" Finally, there was a part that she could understand. Chloe also stroked her chin and pretended to think about it.

"what?"

"Blood descendants...secret cultivators hidden in the eternal path, transforming themselves into strange creatures that rely on blood for survival."

Hestia said, "Of course I know about the bloodline, but what does that have to do with me now?"

Klingloy explained: "Blood descendants can draw upon the blood of the dead to mend their wounds. With sufficient blood, they can survive for millennia. Their ritual, known as the Embrace, which transforms mortals into offspring and servants, similarly requires injecting a drop of one's own soul blood into the target. From then on, that offspring or servant will be controlled by them for life. Even if the blood descendant dies, their soul blood can be used to revive them in their offspring."

"Do you think Garcia is related to the Bloodline?"

"It's just some association." Chloe shook her head. "The power of the bloodline is only to assimilate and enslave others, and cannot be used to heal ordinary people. Their blood will only turn ordinary people into monsters after contact."

After this remarkable performance, Garcia's lecture became even more captivating. Many students, who had originally been attending the course with a trial attitude, took notes frequently, thanking themselves for choosing the course. If they could become Garcia's students, they would surely have a place in the future Royal College of Physicians.

"I'll be gone for a while."

After seeing Maxime Valle, who assisted Garcia in various experiments, retreat behind the scenes, Chloe also stood up and walked out along a secluded corner.

Not long after, as the show was about to end, Clay returned.

"What?" Hestia asked.

"He slipped away. He was very alert." Chloe gritted her teeth.

"But he'll come back." Hestia thought for a moment. "He's Garcia's assistant. Perhaps it was Garcia who transformed the bacterial toxin into an addictive substance, spreading it widely among the people and the Adventurer's Guild."

"Hmph, you're so rude and say I dropped out of elementary school!" Chloe smirked. "I can tell with my toes that if Garcia was the mastermind behind the modified bacteria and virus, then after he instructed Valle to provide the Black Hand Guild with addictive drugs, he wouldn't have any obvious connection with them, let alone appoint him as an assistant!"

The princess sneered, "You are indeed dissatisfied with the Celestial Dragons. If the Cocoon Sisterhood is full of such unruly women, it would be better to lock them all up in the Empire's prisons and let me tame them into obedient slaves."

Regardless of whether this was a joke or not, Chloe shuddered. Moreover, even if it was a joke, it touched Chloe's bottom line!

The dog princess, this is intolerable!

"Your Highness, I just said it without meaning to," Chloe muttered. "You know, I'm a country bumpkin who only finished three years of elementary school. I'm not very good with my words, so I tend to say things that don't go down well with you. If I've offended you, I'm willing to apologize."

A man has to bow his head under the eaves. The Cocoon Sisters need a space in the sun to continue tracking down clues about the Fungus Skeleton believers. At this time, they must not provoke the imperial dignitaries.

Not to mention the noble Celestial Dragons, even the despicable Black Hand Guild would not be offended by the Cocoon Sisterhood unless necessary.

Chloe didn't want to become the sinner of the sisterhood and watch the sisters she loved become the princess's concubines... If someone had to change, she would be the only one to change.

"Humph."

Hestia didn't pursue the matter further, but instead stared at the direction of the crowd, where countless people were surrounding Garcia, who had just finished his speech. The tiny, furry, cat-fox-like goblin reporter jumped three or four feet high, but still couldn't squeeze in.

Chloe suddenly raised a guess: "Your Highness, did Maxime Valle use the bewitching agent on Academician Garcia just to make it easier for him to become his assistant, thereby achieving some ulterior motive?"

The princess yawned without commenting, and Clara came out of the door to greet her.

"Arrange a quiet place and have Rafael Garcia come to see me."

Hestia was too lazy to squeeze into the crowded place. Although the academicians of the Royal College of Medicine looked noble in front of others, they still had to kowtow respectfully to the Celestial Dragons behind others.

In the classically styled tearoom, wafting the air with incense, Hestia and Chloe sat facing each other on the balcony, overlooking the fleeting figures. Before the pot of hot tea was even ready, Garcia hurriedly followed the Knight Commander to the princess's presence.

Upon seeing the princess, Garcia immediately knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his heart and declared his loyalty: "The divine light shines brightly, illuminating the vast lands. The destiny of heaven is clear, and all beings sincerely worship it. Rafael Garcia, Baron Dos, a member of the Royal Academy of Medicine, pays homage to Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

The Empire did not usually force anyone to kneel. Generally speaking, kneeling on one knee was a declaration of submission and allegiance. Those with a bit of pride would often bow to show respect.

When Chief Inspector Stein first met the princess, he simply bowed in greeting. It wasn't until the princess unwittingly provoked conflict between the Governor-General's Office and the Inquisition that Stein realized the legendary Celestial Dragons were no ordinary creatures, even if she was just a young girl. So, during that time in the forest prison, he also knelt in greeting.

Kneeling on both knees and kissing the soil in front of the toes is basically a posture of worship for the Lord and the saints by devout believers. Pilgrims of the Church of Radiance and ratmen loyal to the God-Emperor are accustomed to using this ritual to worship the faith in their hearts.

So far, Hestia had only seen Adrian Hesse, the shameless traitor, bow down to her. Therefore, the fact that a fifty-year-old man could kneel down and pay homage to a young girl like her was enough to demonstrate Garcia's "loyalty".

Hestia stared at Garcia, but her mind was already in the Witch's Book, examining the spiritual symbols that enveloped the tea room.

Spider moths clung to the walls of the High Knights, mummy-like bandages rolled like waves, and broken skeletons grew in all directions. Perhaps the pale and gray tones concealed deeper secrets, and Hestia did not see the "mycelium" that had appeared in the direction of the podium before.

In other words, excluding the case of extremely good concealment, Garcia is most likely not a worm.

But, besides Clara and Chloe's spirits, why are there two other spirits in the tea room?

In the quiet environment, the two spirits stood out to Hestia, which meant that even though Garcia was a secret practitioner, there was still a peeper hidden in the tea room that no one had noticed!

Hestia tried to touch the spirit of the surging bandages, but as soon as she did, the bandages seemed to sense something and immediately retreated like the tide, leaving only a few waves, like the butt of an ostrich sticking out after hiding its head.

Seeing this, the princess no longer tried to explore these spiritual thoughts and her consciousness returned to her body.

"Are you a secret cultivator?" Hestia asked straight to the point.

"Yes, upon initiation into the Royal Medical School, all students must first pay homage to the Holy Relics. Each of us bears the immortal mark left by the Divine Emperor upon the world. While individuals may perish, the Divine Emperor's miracles will live on through his legacy."

Rafael Garcia's words were flawless and there was nothing to criticize about them. The only thing missing was to carve the word "loyalty" on his forehead.

If there is a problem with him, the first thing to do is to investigate the imperial officials who are investigating him.

Nothing will go wrong with the high-ranking officials of the empire, so nothing can go wrong with Garcia either.

"I believe in your loyalty..."

As she spoke, Hestia made a gesture to Chloe, who understood and immediately left the balcony to check the surrounding conditions, leaving Clara to wait.

The princess continued, "What is your relationship with Maxime Vallee?"

Garcia asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, has Mr. Valle committed a crime? If he did, shouldn't the case be tried by the police or the prosecutor's office?"

He was familiar with the procedures for arresting criminals in the Empire, even though many times, the procedures were ignored by Dupin and the Inquisitors.

"Just answer my questions," Hestia said coldly.

Faced with a Celestial Dragon who was even more unreasonable than Dupin and the Inquisitor, Garcia had no choice but to obey. "Mr. Valle was my wife's student. Ten years ago, when he was studying at the Royal College of Medicine, he became my wife's disciple."

"Is he also a secret cultivator?" Hestia asked.

"No." Garcia shook his head. "You must be proficient in the secret cultivation of the above and report to the examination office. Only after the seal of approval can you lead new wanderers to ascend to the Dream Residence. You are not allowed to recruit apprentices privately."

"You are not in the realm of understanding?"

"Three years ago, I entered the Bronze Gate of the Sacred Relics and achieved mastery. Before that, my wife and I were merely ephemera, peeking through the portal."

Garcia responded respectfully. Although he knelt on one knee and his tone showed enough respect, he was still neither humble nor arrogant in his heart.

"Your wife..." Hestia suddenly thought of the "White Jade Lady" she had encountered in the cemetery. She asked, "Where is she now?"

"Your Highness, she has passed away." Garcia said bitterly, "About three years ago, she was accidentally drowned by the River of Depletion while wandering in the Dream Residence. In the short space of half a month, her body quickly decayed. Alas..."

"Where is her body—" Hestia felt that she had found out some key information, and stared at Garcia and asked.

"She was buried in her hometown, a remote village in the Reisshong River Valley." Garcia's eyes moistened as he sighed. "After her death, I didn't want to live alone. I once walked through the door where her holy remains stood, thinking I would either perish in the thorns along the way or return to the temple to serve His Majesty the Divine Emperor forever... But I never imagined..." He smiled sadly, as if he had gained enlightenment. "Those who seek to live cannot live, and those who seek to die cannot die. I was reborn after being placed in a desperate situation. Perhaps it was the Divine Emperor's mercy, His light guiding me along the way, allowing me to endure that emotional journey."

died……

Hestia interlaced her fingers and frowned as she said, "She was an eternal seeker like you. How could she die so easily?"

The princess used the word "premature death" because the heart cultivation of the Eternal Path was already a path to immortality before entering mythology. They were often ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, and fifty years was just a slightly longer spring, summer, autumn and winter.

This old fellow is not as brave and aggressive as the Blade Cultivator, nor as elusive as the Hidden Cultivator, but his advantage is that he can linger on and no one can catch him. Even outlasting the enemy is a victory.

"It's a long journey, and who can tell what will happen?" Garcia looked sad.

"Then how did Valai become your assistant?" Hestia continued to ask, still unwilling to give up.

"Yes... uh..." Garcia felt dizzy and nearly fainted. He barely held himself up, pressing his temple as he recalled, "He was a student of my wife's, and his research interests were similar to mine... perhaps we just got along." He smiled bitterly again and shook his head. "I'm not sure why we got along so well in the first place, but Valais is indeed a talented young man. His future achievements in medicine will be no less than mine... May I ask, Your Highness, what exactly did Valais do wrong?"

Hestia and Clara looked at each other, thought for a long time, and then said calmly, "He has done nothing wrong. I only ask this because some of the people he rescued were implicated by the rebels."

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly emphasized that Valle was a promising young man of the empire who would never commit any crime. He asked the princess to be discerning.

Hestia responded in agreement, but there was a gloom in her eyes.

She said, "The research on Life Forging will be temporarily suspended. All relevant information and documents must be sent to my residence for a second review by the Review Office. Do you understand?"

"Uh, Your Highness, but..." Garcia hesitated after considering it over and over again. "I'm afraid you'll have to personally contact the Royal College of Medicine on this matter. After all, this is a project approved by the Emperor himself."

Garcia's words immediately left Hestia speechless.

Charles II personally approved it?

Does the old man know that there might be something about the instigation of worms?

Or maybe the old guy has suffered from the empire for a long time and is planning to make a big move——

Do you want to rebel too?

Volume 45: Dreamer: . Become a big landowner, Miss Lilan!

Garcia's words gave Hestia a reminder.