The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The princess made plans for the future in her mind as she returned along the road in her chariot. When she reached the outpost at the mountain pass, she suddenly saw a griffin descending from the moon.

A sturdy brown-skinned woman on the griffin's back shouted, "I am Clara, Grand Knight Commander of the Crusaders. Please report your legion sequence—"

"Clara?" Hestia leaned her head out of the car window.

"Your Highness! Clara pays homage to Your Highness. May the blessings of the Heavenly Dragon always be with you!"

Clara immediately jumped down on the griffin and knelt in front of the carriage.

Hestia asked, "It was done so quickly?"

"God Emperor, may the evil spirit be defeated. It is currently sealed in the valley of Silent Wind Hill. I returned at night to report this matter."

"Original body?"

"Yes, Your Highness. I didn't sense the evil spirit's complete demise, but I'm certain that even if it's not dead, it's now incredibly weak and vulnerable." Clara pondered for a moment, then stood up and whispered to the car window. "Chief Inspector Stein said it might be the master of the worms, able to resurrect using the eggs parasitizing the puppets."

"Is that so?" Hestia nodded calmly and said, "Your breathing isn't stable?"

"A few minor injuries."

"That's good. If you need anything, just report it directly to the Princess's residence. The Lorraine family can provide all the resources. No need to ask me."

"Yes!"

"I'll grant you a week's vacation. During this time, you can rest as much as you can. The culprit of the bacteria and virus has been dealt with, and someone will take care of the remaining minor matters in Yunling."

Hestia said no more and did not ask Iyana to accompany her tonight. Instead, she asked the elves to deal with the influence of Noel Tinson as soon as possible.

Returning to Yunting Villa alone, Hestia opened the Witch's Book, but found no trace of the golden worm.

She hurried to the stable. Ever since Matildahl Miller was kicked out of the mansion, he had been sleeping in the small wooden house in the side yard.

The stables were fully equipped with horse harnesses that were many sizes too small, and the signature "Matildahl Miller" was emblazoned on the harnesses.

Entering the wooden house, the strong astringent smell of medicinal herbs hits you in the face. There is not even a fireplace here. Hanging on the wooden wall are one-handed swords and shields with blood still on them. Blood-stained bandages are casually discarded in an iron basin. An almost burned-out benzoin candle has only a faint flame left.

After confirming that no one was there, she came to the inner courtyard door and asked the Iron Army sergeant on guard: "Where is Matildahl Miller?"

"Matildahl Miller...are you talking about His Highness's black-haired maid?"

"I'm talking about the dwarf who wears mourning clothes all day long!" Hestia frowned in displeasure.

"Uh……"

"Your Highness! The Knight Commander was replaced by a new group of people. He was only transferred here last month, so he doesn't know much about the Inner Court yet." A patrol captain hurried over and explained, "Before she left, Miss Miller told me that if Your Highness asked where she was going, I should say it was the forest farm where Your Highness spent the most time."

"And Viola!?" Hestia raised her voice.

"Yes, Your Highness..." the sergeant asked cautiously, "Is there a problem?"

"No." Hestia rubbed her brow and said, "You go down, I need to go out for a while."

"Your Highness, would you like me to drive you..."

"No need, they're just two little bugs."

Hestia sneered.

If it was just Matildahl Miller, it would be fine. He could kill a small insect with just a wave of his hand.

But if it was the body of Qiu Sujie Miller who was reborn...

Wearing a spear and sword, Hestia led a black Valor mare and mounted it, disappearing into the night.

……

As far as the princess could remember, she had been in Yunling for a year, and for most of that time, she had carried Matildahl Miller with her as an accessory.

Because she had once been nearly strangled to death by a puppy maid, the princess harbored a certain fear of all servants, but she held a special liking for the loyal and obedient Matildahl Miller. Perhaps because Matildahl had accompanied her during military training under Instructor Tinson, the princess, revering the God-Emperor and imbued with a strong military spirit, saw Miss Miller as a trustworthy hound or warhorse, cheering and applauding the princess's every move, bringing immense satisfaction to the proud princess.

The damned elf maidservant would only tell her that this wasn't right, that wasn't right, and she even threatened to use the Duke of Lorraine to threaten her. But how could a weak elf understand iron-blooded romance?

The puppy is different. The puppy can only praise the princess in various ways. Even if the princess wants to kill someone, the puppy will probably only say which knife cuts are beautiful or which knife dances are beautiful, but will not say that the princess did something wrong.

In the eyes of others, the princess is an evil dragon that is just beginning to show its tyranny, but in Xiao Gou's opinion, His Highness is an unparalleled heroic general and the Holy Lord of the Empire. How can he be a bad person?

Both directions went to belong to yes.

The place the princess and the puppy go most often is a forest across the valley, which is also the royal territory. The trees are towering and the elements are rich.

These trees were planted two hundred years ago by the Sun Dynasty, hoping that one day they would destroy the Tailan elves with their thousands of ships. Unfortunately, the Tailan Kingdom has now replaced its fleet with massive steel warships, so the Empire plans to nurture them for another hundred or two hundred years, allowing them to give birth to dryads. On the day of the decisive battle, they will surely give the Tailan elves a taste of their own medicine!

The country is destroyed but the tree remains, and I don’t know how many generations of kings and emperors have been sent away.

Due to the rich elements, some arcane sorcerers once built towers here to live in seclusion and study alchemy, potions and spells. This also made the beasts in the forest particularly fierce, making it a natural hunting ground.

The princess has poached countless mountain tigers and porcupines here, and the wild animals in the forest have become so scared that they flee at the sight of them.

The familiar lake and hunter's cabin, the snow-covered soil painted with strange patterns in blood, a figure dancing in the snow, and another tied to a chair.

An idol that vaguely resembled her own slipped from Hestia's hand, causing it to dissolve into the shadows before she stepped into the moonlight.

Blood splattered as a petite figure cut open the heart of a grizzly bear, which fell to the ground without even a howl. Wolves and snakes with red eyes were lurking around, and when they saw the debris on the ground, none of them retreated, but instead were eager to try.

"Kill, kill, kill! Your Highness needs a hunting dog with teeth like me!" Matildahl's sharp claws cruelly tore the grizzly bear into pieces. "Can you do this too!?"

She laughed as she looked at the black-haired girl tied to the chair. Viola was wearing a cotton nightgown and hadn't even had time to put on shoes. Her hands and feet were cold and pale.

"Miss Miller, I won't complain to His Highness again. You don't have to do this. We can reconcile..."

Viola whispered that the cold made her shiver from time to time. If she had not learned the meditation method from Madam Aynive and could find some warmth from the glow, she would probably have frozen to death in the wind and snow.

"Bitch! You seduced His Highness, and you still dare to reconcile with me!" Matildahl turned around and pinched Viola's shoulders. The sharp claws cut the black-haired girl's skin. She screamed hysterically, "Don't worry, I won't humiliate you. As His Highness's dog, I will let you die like a warrior, otherwise you don't deserve to -"

"Unworthy of what?" A cold voice sounded.

"I am not worthy to lie at Her Highness's feet and admire her glory!" Matildahl blurted out such humble words, but he seemed full of arrogance.

As soon as she said this, she suddenly realized something. When she turned her head again, the jealousy on her face was gone, and turned into a cheerful and flattering smile.

"Your Highness! I just knew it! I just knew it!" Matilda clasped her fingers together and jumped excitedly in the snow, unable to suppress the joy in her throat. "You still remember the secret base with the puppy! I just knew it! Even if those two bitches bewitched you with their witchcraft, you still wouldn't forget a single detail of your time with the puppy!"

Matildahl was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, as if all his loyalty was rewarded at this moment.

However, countless cracks spread from the corners of her eyes, and the moving blood vessels looked like nematodes. Her teeth and nails became as sharp as saw teeth, her pupils were scarlet, and her ferocious appearance was revealed.

Suddenly, a vague connection pulled at Hestia's soul, as if it came from a dream, dragging her into the abyss of mania.

"Guardian..."

Hestia suddenly understood.

The intermittent mood swings she had been experiencing recently were caused by this crazy little dog.

It must be difficult to directly seduce the princess, so Qiu Su first let the protector fall into depravity, and then used his hatred to exaggerate the princess so that she would be subtly influenced and deeply trapped in it.

After all, bewitchment can be contagious, especially to the protectors who are connected to the master's path.

And Matidal Miller, who lives and eats with the princess and is very close to her, is undoubtedly the best candidate.

It was precisely because Ma (Thida) had already been deeply trapped in the temptation that Noël Tinselson was able to find an "unnoticed" wrong path for himself.

but……

"If you are truly loyal and obedient, how could you allow unnecessary desires to take advantage of you?"

Hestia whispered to herself, then looked at Matildahl Miller.

The cracks in the blood-red skin seemed to resemble snake scales.

Ever since Matildaal began serving him, he had been baring his fangs, ostracizing all the princess' attendants. Thinking back, perhaps the fact that this young lady, a member of the Iron Army, had kneeled at his feet was a carefully orchestrated plan by Noelle Tinson from the very beginning.

"Your Highness, what did you say?" Matildaal looked at the princess with a smile, twisting his knees and shaking his hips, as if he had a propeller tail behind him.

"You're a good dog, aren't you?" Hestia sighed softly. Perhaps Matildahl's flattery was poison mixed with honey, gradually alienating the princess from the elves and servants outside the Iron Army, leading to many wrong decisions. But wasn't this also trying to please the princess?

"Well, yes, Matildaal is His Highness's dog!"

"Then let Viola go," Hestia commanded, "and prove to me that you are a good dog."

Volume 71: Dreamers: . Enmity

Martyrdale Miller always thought he was a loyal and good dog, and precisely because he was a good dog, when he heard the Queen's order, he instantly flew into a rage.

"Bitch!" Matildahl shouted angrily, but seeing the princess's eyebrows slightly frowned, she immediately explained in a panic, "Your Highness, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about this bitch! This bitch is still trying to seduce you!"

After saying that, Matildahl used his claws to cut the ropes on Viola's body and kneeled the black-haired girl in the popliteal fossa, causing her to lose balance and kneel down.

Matildahl glared at him and said, "Tell me! Tell me how you conspired with that pointy-eared bitch to curse His Highness!"

"I didn't do that!"

Viola argued loudly. Although she was shivering with cold, she still refused to show her undignified side in front of outsiders.

"Still quibbling!" Matidal was furious. She sneered, "If it weren't for you bewitching His Highness, how could His Highness fall in love with a lowly vase like you who can't even hold a sword or a gun!"

"Huh..." Viola's eyes were obviously dazed for a moment.

Your Highness likes me?

It's not that she hasn't had similar thoughts before, but her poor cognition limited her imagination and she couldn't imagine in her mind what His Highness's preferences were like.

Is it like in the dream?

Did the glow give her a sign already?

Viola didn't dare to think further. Her goal was to become close friends with His Highness, like the stories told by the bards, to pass down a story of love between the king and his subjects. As for the dream, it was really, really...

So humiliating!

"Why are you so proud?" Matidal was hysterical.

Hestia looked at the two of them calmly, her delicate head swaying slightly as she asked curiously, "Viola, how could you be kidnapped by this little bug while you were in the manor?"

"Because Miss Miller said she took Alice away," Viola sniffed, trembling, her voice a little aggrieved, "I had no choice but to follow her, otherwise my sister would..."

"So you believe it?"

"I'm sorry, uh... I didn't expect Miss Miller to use such a cruel method to deceive me..."

"I'm not lying!" Matildahl roared. "I ordered the traffickers to kidnap your sister. If you don't tell the truth, I'll make sure you never see her again."

"Oh, Alice—" Viola was about to cry out.

Hestia drew her rapier and stepped into the blood-drawn formation, her boots leaving tiny spiked prints in the snow.