The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"True Spirit Witch:..."

Hestia's "breathing" stopped, and she immediately followed Atros's gaze and memorized everything in her mind.

However, Atros looked at the white parchment for less than three seconds before curling her lips in disdain and quickly tossing it aside. She continued to open the small package: "Strange, I remember that when Heli attacked the Wanderer, she used a sleeping potion... This is the bandage Heli used to wrap her wounds. Ah, it smells so good."

Atrothes sniffed the bandage twice, then continued rummaging, finally pulling out an ordinary medicine jar.

"Two elven priests who worship the Star Dragon have come to town. These should be enough. Hehehehe."

Atrothes opened the medicine bottle, smiled sweetly, and sat on the floor, rocking back and forth.

"Squeak."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Atrothes was so frightened that she threw the bottle of medicine into the air, and the powder mist poured down on her head.

In an instant, Hestia felt her consciousness rapidly peeling away from the world of the secret records.

The last thing she heard was the weak girl's voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot to take today's homework... Atros, what's wrong with you, Atros!"

Wake up immediately.

Hestia opened her eyes. She was still sitting in her study with Lady Aynive's translation in front of her. She recognized every word on it. It was profound and obscure, but not a single word recorded her previous experiences.

Luckily, she still remembered the notes that the arrogant girl had taken.

"Horcrux, spirit fetus, extraction..."

Hestia rubbed her brows, thinking about how to prepare, when her expression suddenly froze.

The Witch's Book can open the door to the Dream Realm and absorb the souls of the secret cultivators. As for extraction, aren't those marks containing the secret techniques the "secret key" that can guide them to the location of the Dream Realm beacon?!

"So I just need to prepare the ritual to summon the witch's true spirit, and have her help me attract Meng Su's attention at the critical moment, and then I can take over her?"

Whether it is refining a soul weapon, imprisoning a spirit fetus or extracting spirituality, it should be a very complicated operation, but these problems are all solved by the one-stop service of the Witch Book.

This made Hestia even more curious about what other inheritance Princess Lorraine would leave her.

However, when the princess recovered from her surprise, she felt extremely regretful.

So what exactly is the secret method that Atros uses to assist in cultivation?

Judging from the last paragraph of the diary, she has obviously become a witch, but she fell from status only to avoid being sealed into the veil by the Void Light.

Is she dead?

Hestia remembered that Rafaan was more than three thousand years away from the present era.

"We must find the witches' retreat and find relevant historical records about 'Atros' in their records."

Hestia pondered for a moment and made this judgment.

As the saying goes, it is better to rely on yourself than on others. Instead of praying to the true spirits of previous witches and seeking their help, it is better to be self-reliant and rely on the Thousand and One Nights to make decisions for eternity.

It's not that she is a wild person by nature, she simply wants to see what kind of secret method has such an effect.

Closing the translation, Hestia stood up and walked out of the study.

Now, it's time to think of a way to deal with Noelle.

Volume 56: The Dreamer: . Herbertus

The violet moon hangs high in the sky, shining brightly on the silver snow. The shadow of the circular building radiates the slopes below the hill, as if it is wearing a pale crown on the mountaintop.

Yunling Medical Association.

As the most authoritative medical organization in Fran, it brings together think tanks and outstanding people in related fields on the West Coast. As early as the Sun Dynasty, the Fran court had set off a long-lasting drug-taking trend, and the Medical Association was once on par with the Arcane Tower Association in terms of reputation.

This trend was inherited by the subsequent Supreme Empire. The four generations of emperors after the Divine Emperor all incorporated magic potions into the palace diet, encompassing everything from maintaining youth, prolonging life, maintaining health, and strengthening the body.

As a result, the Yunling Medical Association eventually became a minion of the empire. In addition to researching the most advanced prescriptions for the emperor, they also conducted various experiments on humans and monsters to create higher-quality war cannon fodder.

In the cold storage room, tin cans were frozen by the transmission of low-temperature gas, and stored inside were the corpses of nearly two hundred secret practitioners, whose realms in life ranged from peeping into the secrets to perfect illumination.

Without special mystical techniques, the souls of esoteric practitioners typically return to the Dream Realm upon death, much like a mortal's final burial. However, their bodies, infused with the Root, possess the power to survive even after death, offering immense value for research and transformation. Even after death, as long as their bodies remain, mystical techniques can be used to summon their souls through the echoes of the Dream Realm, allowing them to gain certain information.

The oldest frozen bacon in the Yunling Medical Association is one hundred and forty years old. It belongs to a Fran restorer from the late period of the Divine Emperor. His soul and dream beacon have long been destroyed, but his body is still kept in a cold storage. Every now and then, a small piece is cut by the Medical Association for research or magic.

It was already deep night, and in the abandoned cold room stood a single figure clad in a veil. Even though the cryogenic gas in the pipes hadn't leaked, the temperature still chilled the skin.

"The legacy of the resentful one, but I never thought that this seed would need to germinate in advance."

A woman's voice came from under the burqa, it was Madam Baiyu.

She took out a silver key engraved with strange patterns and opened the secret lock of one of the cans.

The cold air surged out, and the soft and flowing silk fabric suddenly solidified. Madam Baiyu was unmoved, but instead reached her hand into the can.

Inside was the corpse of a woman with six shocking wounds from the head to the chest. It was Ella, the free will rebel who was shot six times by Hestia after her death.

Ella's blood had long since dried up, and her entire body was a stiff, purple-blue color. With half of her head shattered, she was left with only one eye still open, staring angrily at the front.

In the wound of the body, countless blue-black hyphae rushed outward and finally gathered into a hollow heart in Madam Baiyu's palm.

"Sure enough, only when emotions are at their most intense can fruit truly take shape," she whispered. "You are so insignificant, your life so brief, yet I can sense your boundless resentment and hatred, as well as your thirst for revenge. Is this also part of 'It's' plan? I take away your blasphemous genes, and 'It' will obtain your burning soul."

"I didn't get her soul. Something took the loot."

Suddenly, a faint female whisper came into Madam Baiyu's ears, evil and low, like the hissing of a poisonous snake.

"I only pursue the truth. Your gains and losses have nothing to do with me."

As Madam Baiyu extracted the invisible object hidden in the body, the stiff shell suddenly fell apart and turned into dust.

She held the hollow heart tightly and swallowed it.

"I have walked the path of blasphemy, but blasphemy is not a mistake, nor is it destruction. We will continue in this eternal body and reach perfection in the new life." She whispered silently to herself, "Wait for me, I will resurrect you, I will prove myself right, and we... will be together forever."

……

Most of the offerings required for the ritual to summon the witch's true spirit are not rare and are usually symbols or preferences of the corresponding witch.

Although some flowers and plants used in rituals have become extinct in this era, the princess can find corresponding substitutes. After considering various practical situations, Hestia finally puts the plan on the "Great Witch".

In the witch world, there are various epics about witches. They are the masters of their respective fields and the embodiment of rules. They feed on the myths of ascension, just like witch hunting wanderers.

Therefore, summoning the witch's true spirit is like believers praising their gods. The ceremony only makes the process go more smoothly. It doesn't matter if it is not there. Devout believers only need to pray to attract the attention of the gods.

Hestia felt that perhaps Atros's words had some truth to them. If witches truly had a special liking for females, then being a female among females, a woman among women, wouldn't that be the innate sacred body of a witch?

The meaning of "witch" here is no longer just an individual, a high-ranking person comparable to a myth, but a deep concept, an original law, and a basic order.

Therefore, the so-called "Great Witch" means a sacred law, a supreme existence, and its honorific name symbolizes rule and conquest, which is somewhat similar to the path of order.

"No wonder Atros's diary says that the resurrected Void Light from the Rafaan era sealed the witch..."

Hestia vaguely understood why Xu Guang died and came back to life, and died again, in the fragmentary historical records on the game forum.

Pure tool to ward off disasters!

Of course, she wasn't sure if her guess was correct. If she wanted to know the shadow behind the curtain, she had to become a witch to get a glimpse.

It was already midnight. She planned to delve further into the history of witches with Lady Aynive the next day, so she left the study and returned to her bedroom. Just as she was about to turn in for bed, a moon with a pale purple background and a golden rim appeared in the full-length mirror. As the moonlight streamed into the room, Iyana's figure gradually solidified.

"You're back?" Hestia smiled.

Not to mention how to explain to the Tingsen family and the emperor, if we really want to deal with Noel, Iyana's help is indispensable.

The Elf Maid Mother might not be able to easily kill a High Knight blessed by destiny, but with her assistance, it would be equivalent to cutting off Noelle's possibility of escape.

"Yes, Your Highness, the Grand Duke's Office has mobilized its intelligence network and has achieved some results."

"So soon? Anevi is thousands of miles away from King's Landing. Even with a Dragon Falcon sending a message, it would take several days to get back and forth. I thought it would take you at least half a month, or even a month."

"Your Highness, have you forgotten that I can travel through the shadows of Mengxu?" Ever since being "abused" by the princess, Iyana's gaze had become not only doting but also full of affection, as if she wanted to wrap him tightly with a gentle gesture. "Furthermore, before I left, the Grand Duke's Mansion had already collected a lot of information related to the Tingsen family."

Hestia was shocked. "Why? Could it be that the entire Tinson family has been bewitched by the worm?"

"After all, we are one of the most distinguished families in the empire. How could we be so disgraced?" Iyana said softly. "But this matter is indeed a bit complicated, and may even involve Your Highness."

"Why is it related to me again?"

"Your Highness has been away from King's Landing for two years. Have you ever paid attention to any of His Majesty's intentions before this?"

"no……"

Hestia shook her head. She did have the princess's memories, but no normal person could remember everything!

Suddenly, she thought of something and frowned slightly: "Is the old emperor going to die soon?"

But that's not right. There are still more than ten years before the old emperor dies suddenly and the iron-blooded female archduchess becomes regent. According to the timeline, the Grand Duke of Lorraine should die first. And now is the last stage of Charles II's struggle. He launches the last expedition of his reign and defeats the Russian shepherds and the Eternal Heaven.

"Your Highness, be careful with your words!" Iyana lowered her voice. "Don't say that to others!"

"Hehe, isn't this still you, Iyana? If it were someone else, why would I say such rude words?"

"Sure enough..." Iyana sighed softly.

"What do you mean?"

"You do have ambitions to compete for the throne," Iyana's eyes were full of helplessness and worry.

"Huh?" Hestia's pupils widened. How could she not know that she was the emperor?

For the past hundred years, the emperor who sat on that lousy throne hadn't lived past sixty. Not only had he to suppress rumors of rebellion everywhere, he had to face the armies of the Tyran elves, the Rus herdsmen, and the Eternal Heaven, not to mention the nobles and bureaucrats who were all shining stars in the human world, being roasted by these people... Reform? Humph! Why did your majesty rebel?

I would rather be a paperhanger in the Southern Parliament than be the empress of such an empire!

Iyana explained, "Since you left King's Landing, the Emperor's health has deteriorated. For the past two years, His Majesty has been living in seclusion, with most of his orders coming through the Chancellor and the Grand Chamberlain. He himself has immersed himself in the practice of the Eternal Path, and the Royal College of Medicine has increased its funding by fifty percent."

"Immortality is a disaster for the country!" Hestia lamented. "So the old man got sick from taking elixirs?"

“Immortal Pill…?”

"Nothing, you continue."

"Although this matter was kept secret, some people still learned of His Majesty's health through the eunuchs in the palace. As a result, some interested parties have begun to make moves..." Thinking of the princess's words, Iyana asked softly, "Your Highness has always known that the Emperor is ill, right? That's why you took the initiative to come to Fran. Controlling Fran and the Southern Empire is like being invincible. Your coming to Yunling is probably also due to some of the Emperor's wishes."

"Who told you this?" Hestia was stunned. How could she not know about her ability?

Well, the princess was indeed quite capable in official history, a true pioneer in Fran's anti-urbanization efforts. Before becoming regent, she had wreaked havoc on Fran and the various states of the Southern Empire, killing both those who deserved it and those who didn't, truly a case of unparalleled power.

"This is the prevailing speculation among Nightingale Intelligence personnel today," Iyana said softly. "Servants like us shouldn't pry too deeply into your and the Grand Duke's plans."

Hestia didn't know how to explain it.