The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Who else could it be but him? His immediate superior, the legitimate Senior Inquisitor? He shared about 80% of the wisdom he had gleaned from the common people with the higher-ups, and maybe even the princess herself!

However, he knew it didn't matter. He had offended someone he shouldn't have, and the princess only wanted to convict him.

"You're wearing so much gold, and your walking stick is inlaid with a ball. The heart of the deep sea mined by the mermaids, oh oh oh." Hestia took off her earrings. The sapphires contained the scent of the sea. "How can you be so classy as to use the same things as me? Is the Inquisitor really so generous?"

"Yes Yes……"

"You disregarded the laws of the empire and embezzled money everywhere. Am I wrong?"

At this point, the fat prosecutor had no chance to defend himself.

If he were a bureaucrat from the Imperial Censorate, perhaps there would be room for discussion, but he was only a lowly censor, and even his title was purchased with a large sum of money, not hereditary. In front of the royal family, he was no different from a pariah.

Therefore, the princess could not make a mistake, nor could she say anything wrong.

"Your Highness, please understand. I have devoted all my energy to the emperor and the country. Even if I have no merits, I have worked hard. I hope Your Highness will consider this..."

"Clara, give me the gun."

Hestia turned a deaf ear to the fat man's muttering and took Clara's gun.

The percussion gun is completely black and made of unknown material. It does not require traditional flint ignition, and the gun body is densely engraved with runes.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, don't..."

"boom!"

The ground was pierced, and the fat Inquisitor's body above the neck was empty, and his flesh and blood turned to ashes before splattering.

Hestia murmured, "I wonder how far the dwarven technology lags behind that of the Kingdom of Tyran."

The Kingdom of Tyran is located on the other side of the Cloud Ridge, in the ancient land of Avalon, where the Plantagenet dynasty founded by the elves has ruled for a thousand years.

"Hey..."

Faced with the sizzling aroma of burnt flesh and blood, Viola, who had not yet eaten, retched on the spot.

"The Divine Emperor values ​​order and law above all else. I will not tolerate the existence of any termite that disregards the laws of this land, let alone traitors or rats within." Hestia glanced coldly at the officers and said, "Clara, you will personally search this deceased man's property and send him off on his final journey. The confiscations will be used to compensate Little Mouse Boutique Lane, and the remainder will go to the local treasury."

As for whether this would raise objections from the Yunling Investigating Office...

Hestia didn't care.

The empire was founded on the military. If the army does not rebel and the high knights still support the royal family, they will have the confidence to massacre all rebels.

Besides, as long as she confiscates enough, there will always be people supporting her. Forget about anything else, just the position under the fat prosecutor's butt, there are countless people eyeing her advancement!

Just as Hestia finished killing and was about to announce the end of the fight, the "Witch Book" in her mind turned a page, and a bloody name appeared on it, followed by the symbol of the Inquisitor, which symbolized the branch of the Tower (Order).

"This is……"

The symbol's spiritual power was weak, yet it held a mystery beyond the mundane. As the princess's spirit infused it, the spiritual power within it gradually dissipated, as if being refined. In its place, a secret seal, ready for use, emerged.

"The punishment of trial."

Hestia was shocked.

No way, killing someone will cause the skill to drop?

Volume 9: Dreamer: . The Princess is a Good Person

The Investigating Officer, a member of a branch of the Iron Cross, along with the other high-ranking knights Shan and Si Jiulu, has spiritually supported the towering might of the Imperial Alliance.

In early versions of the game, the main enemies faced by players with free will as their origin, in addition to the cultists of the Tear Worm, are the Censorate and its Doberman lackeys who monitor the internal order of the Empire.

The Divine Emperor's laws, channeled from the Tower, radiate across the realms of the Dream Realm and the physical world, serving as the source of the Inquisitor's mystical powers. As enforcers of the law, they hold the power to judge and sentence, capable of "liberating" or "imprisoning" anything with ease.

All things in the world, including mountains, rivers, forests and islands, are under the authority of the Inspector.

The receptors were imprinted with the secret technique from the nameless book. She suppressed her hesitation about the experiment and looked at the police in the alley with an ambiguous look in her eyes.

She wondered if the Nameless Book could extract secret arts from the spirituality of all people, or was it only for secret practitioners?

Noticing the princess's gaze, the officers present were all terrified. That look wasn't like a hunter eyeing his prey; it was more like a butcher examining a caged lamb, deliberating where to strike the right blow!

Hestia said coldly, "Who among you is in charge here?"

The police officers looked at each other for a while before they pushed out a middle-aged man with regular features and a haggard appearance from the crowd of people in black uniforms.

"This..." He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know how to address the cold-looking girl in front of him. He glanced at the headless fat pig kneeling on the ground, and was in a trance.

The prosecutor who had the entire Yunding City Police Department at their beck and call had died like a dog...

"My name is Hestia Loringlin Scarabeus, the Sixth Empress of the Empire (female third). {Her voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for half the alley to hear.

"Princess...Your Highness!"

The sheriff's knees gave way, and it took all his willpower to keep from collapsing.

Hestia didn't look at him. Her gaze passed over the procession in front of her, landing on the residents who had been driven out of their homes and gathered in the small square. She said calmly, "Is this how you violate the laws of the Empire?"

"This... the lower city is under semi-martial law right now. We're only arresting the rebels according to protocol..."

"Do you think that as long as enough people make mistakes, the law will not punish them all?"

"I wouldn't dare! Your Highness, that's absolutely not what I meant!"

The police chief was so desperate that he wanted to die. The only person he wanted to kill now was himself. If he said something wrong later, his whole family would be killed.

He was pushed out by his colleagues to take the blame, not because he was usually dignified, but precisely because he still had a little bottom line, which led to him being ostracized.

Talking to the princess is obviously a life-threatening question.

Just as he was thinking about how to resolve this crisis, a woman's heartbreaking cry came from the square: "Ryan, no, Ryan, wake up, my child, don't leave me——"

The police officers all had different expressions, and the sheriff in front of Hestia looked as pale as death.

"It's Ms. Dolly's voice..." Viola next to her showed a worried look.

"Let's go and see what you have done." Hestia said calmly.

The princess's memories had a slight impact on her personality. She didn't care about anyone's life or property except Viola.

All she did was to prevent Viola from having a negative impression of the empire and to gain the loyalty of the future savior.

"Your Highness..." Viola clutched the hem of her skirt and said stiffly, "Thank you for helping me."

Hestia chuckled softly. "Help you? Haha... Do you think you are more important to me, or the rebels in Cloudtop City?"

Viola's eyes suddenly drooped, like a lonely bird with its feathers folded tightly.

As expected, His Highness's purpose was to capture the rebels, not to come specifically for me...

She suddenly grabbed Hestia's wrist and said with a pleading look, "Hestia, please believe me, everyone here is a good person and has absolutely no bad intentions..."

"Perhaps." Hestia remained noncommittal. "Stay here for now. I'll find you later."

"Um……"

Viola walked back to the house anxiously. As soon as she reached the door, she was pulled in by a pliant hand and held in her arms.

"That's great, Viola, you're okay!" Domis stared nervously at Hestia's receding figure, suppressed the hatred in her eyes, and comforted her friend softly.

"Her Highness won't do anything to me. She has always been helping me." Viola spoke awkwardly in Hestia's favor.

"Help you? Don't be silly!" Domis closed the window and locked the door, saying seriously, "Do you know what the name Heberus means? The rich and powerful in that position have no humanity at all. Think about the bureaucrats in Cloudtop City who exploit you for nothing, and the nobles in your hometown who exploit you without limit. Everything they can do is because they have a huge evil dragon backing them up! She's not trying to help you! She must want you to get something from this, she must!"

"Domis, you're speaking ill of the royal family now." Alice poked her head out from under the table. "But I won't tell anyone because we're in the same group!"

"Maybe there are the bad guys you mentioned, but Her Highness Hestia is not that kind of person..." Because Viola had helped him many times in times of need, she subconsciously ignored the fact that she was overturned by the princess yesterday.

Moreover, even if her stall was overturned, Viola felt that she was at fault first.

"Not that kind of person?" Domis was anxious and angry. She didn't know what kind of magic potion the beastly princess had fed Viola. "Wake up! You're a student at the Cloudtop Academy of Arcane Law. Haven't you heard of the reputation of the Sixth Princess of the Empire?!"

"Alright, Domice!" Viola frowned unhappily. She didn't dislike her friend for this, she just thought she was a little extreme. "Those villains you mentioned do exist, I admit that, but Domice, you're just an ordinary merchant's daughter. How do you know so much about Her Highness Hestia? Is it possible, and I mean possible, that it's precisely because Her Highness Hestia is fair enough that those villains are slandering her reputation behind her back?"

Viola spoke with such force that even she herself felt that her words made perfect sense.

"I don't understand why Domis would make such a comment about someone without even meeting Her Highness Hestia? Besides, Her Highness just punished that scoundrel Inquisitor. Isn't that enough to prove the truth?"

"That's not the truth. You were deceived by her—"

"If what I saw wasn't the truth, then what Domis imagined was the truth!? What do you think, Mom?"

"Kids...keep your voices down."

Viola was a gentle woman with a strong character, but Ms. Lan was a little tough inside. She tried to persuade her helplessly, almost writing "Don't talk about state affairs" on her face.

"Don't worry, Miss, I must support my sister Mio this time, so don't make her angry." Alice Ling whispered.

Domis was furious. I made her angry? I was trying to persuade her to change her ways! Don't let someone eat you up and leave nothing behind!

But she couldn't produce any evidence. She couldn't just tell Viola that my master was a rebel of the Free Will Party, or a low-level official in charge of the Little Mouse Boutique Alley area, could she?

That hypocritical woman...

Domis took a deep breath and suppressed her murderous intent towards Hestia.

Although now is the best time to assassinate the Celestial Dragons, it is not the right place.

She knew the Empire's ways well. If the princess died in Little Rat Boutique Alley, then every living thing in the entire Lower City would be buried with her!

……

"Clara, what are you looking at?"

Hestia's nose felt a little itchy. She resisted the urge to sneeze and looked at the tall knight who was looking back at her.

"It's nothing, Your Highness. I'm just nervous."

"You Shuras, who have been in and out of the battlefield so many times, are also nervous?"

"I have no regrets about Clara's death, but if anything were to happen to your Highness's dragon-like body, I would be committing a sin that even sinking into the Fallen Realm would not be enough to atone for."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so flattering. Don't worry, I'm not that fragile, and Iyana is here."