The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Over the past six months, the name of Hestia Lorraine has frequently appeared in newspapers all over the world. The news that the Lorraine Bank has obtained the right to mint Yunling coins has spread like wildfire. Even the blindest person would recognize the princess's iconic silver hair.

What's more, all the guests present were celebrities and dignitaries from the West Coast. If they had remained insensitive to the masterminds of the various incidents in the past six months, they would have been eliminated by their peers in the competition long ago.

The changes in Yunling are reminiscent of Lorraine.

Regardless of whether there is another player behind the Imperial Princess—such as the Emperor or the aging Grand Duke of Lorraine—it does not prevent the silver dragon from becoming the de facto executor.

Therefore, the appearance of the princess immediately sent a signal to everyone's mind: the West Coast Chamber of Commerce was indeed manipulated by the empire.

Generally speaking, the West Coast encompasses the Rasfen Sea, the Yunling Mountains, and the vast plains along the coast of Fran itself, boasting a thriving commerce and a complex network of power. The West Coast Chamber of Commerce is one of the more influential trade alliances and tax-farming consortiums. Due to the Empire's limited control over Fran, such chambers of commerce hold considerable influence in some regions.

On the surface, the Chamber of Commerce is a dog of the Governor's Office. Some tax collection, commodity circulation, and price setting are all decided by the Chamber of Commerce. In fact, although the Chamber of Commerce has indeed helped the Governor's Office achieve many financial goals and enriched the pockets of bureaucrats, businessmen will always squeeze profits from these powers with a more greedy attitude.

This banquet actually attracted the Imperial Princess to attend in person. It is unclear whether the subsequent changes in the Chamber of Commerce will benefit the merchants or the nobles.

Some people were thinking about the future direction of the West Coast, while others were focused on the princess's elegant and dignified appearance.

Silver hair was in a bun, a flower-studded hat was worn, and the flowing transparent veil cascaded down her slender shoulders. The naturally draped pure white dress was tightly cinched at the waist, with hollow patterns and fluffy laces. The bust was decorated with decorative lace. The floral black collar set off the swan neck, and the black and gold rose embroidery followed the train of the skirt, blooming in majesty.

The princess's wide sleeves were decorated with layers of lace patterns. Looking from behind, it seemed as if a cool and beautiful white moth was perched there.

"Is that an evening gown? Which tailor made it? I thought the Imperial Princesses all wore modified military uniforms when they went out."

"Tsk, if you don't know, don't talk nonsense. When I attended the ceremony at the Invalides, the princess was wearing a military uniform. She was more handsome than a man and more beautiful than a woman. Ah, if only His Highness were a prince..."

"You wish! Do you think His Highness will be attracted to you just because he's a prince? I think our Governor-General is a better match for you, hehe."

"What do you mean!?"

The powder keg is on the verge of exploding.

Hestia had already walked away. Although the princess rarely wore skirts in her memory, she had no difficulty adapting to them.

Especially when doing electronic moth repair. The skirts in the game are much cheaper than in reality.

But the skirt is indeed not convenient for the High Knight to fight. The reason why she dressed like this today is because of the small cooperation of the Cocoon Sisterhood.

The business of the Cocoon Sisterhood mainly focuses on luxury goods such as perfume, jewelry, and special silks. They are known as the friends of socialites. However, although many Cocoon Sisters have excellent tailoring skills, branded fashion has not yet appeared in this era.

Of course, it would happen soon, starting with her wearing this dress.

Since the Franco-Solar Dynasty, court fashion has always attracted countless aristocrats. The upper class has been vying to imitate the king and queen's dress, and it has become a topic of self-expression during the annual social season.

After the fall of the Sun Dynasty, Fran's fashion world languished for decades. While the upper class didn't shy away from promoting the fashions of the Divine Capital, the Divine Capital was so far away that they couldn't flatter the noble Celestial Dragons. Such attempts would be like flirting with a blind man.

And now, the princess is the only dragon in the land of Fran.

When she wears a military uniform, women will imitate her. When she wears a formal dress, women will also follow her. Regardless of whether the clothes are beautiful or not, as long as they are worn by a Celestial Dragon, they must be the most beautiful in the world.

Led by a servant, Hestia arrived at a quiet side hall. It was the end of a long corridor. A massive carpet, tens of meters long, stretched like a stairway to heaven. A fantastical, ethereal embroidery of clouds and mist veiled the symbolic grandeur of these monumental figures, creating a bizarre and grotesque scene. On either side of the corridor were paintings depicting cattle and sheep roaming the wilderness, smoke billowing from the city walls, wrecked ships sailing through the wind, and birds hunting hawks in the sky.

Vivid and lifelike - they really move.

After passing through the corridor, the brass door slowly opened. It was clearly an indoor room, but Hestia saw the coast and the sunset. A small party was going on in front of Palm Beach, and most of the people there were familiar faces.

The delicate moth of the sisterhood, the goblin of the Vanin family, the legitimate blood of the Shaye family, the polite cannibal, the white-robed skeleton with gold plating...

When Hestia walked in, the secret practitioners stood up and saluted the princess: "Your Highness."

Hestia looked away from these people, instead gazing towards the shore. The graceful and dignified nun stood beside the old but upright figure.

Noticing the princess's gaze, Liliana Vanin immediately skipped over, claiming to be praised, "Your Highness, Your Highness! Aren't you a secret cultivator of Zhao'an? I've got a big one for you! That man is the Pirate Republic's resident king-elect, the overthrowing king who roams the sea of ​​fog!" She stood on tiptoe, leaning forward and whispering, "Of course, a mere overseas barbarian king can't even match a finger of Your Highness's."

"Does this mean you're forced to introduce her to me?" Hestia sneered. "Tell me, what evidence do you have against her?"

Liliana was silent.

"Ok?"

"Last time, didn't I tell you about the Adventurer's Guild's treasure ship? It's already been looted..." Liliana said cautiously. "I converted my share into 62,501 gold shields and deposited it all into the Lorraine Bank without a single cent left. This is Liliana's promise to Your Highness!" She suddenly spoke righteously. "My money is Your Highness's money. If Your Highness asks me for a single gold coin, I won't miss a single copper!"

"Share of the profits? How much was robbed in total?"

"I don't know. The bulk of it was taken by pirates. Maybe ten times, maybe twenty times the value. I think there's also a secret artifact unearthed from ruins in the New World called something like the Luzang. I heard it's very valuable."

Hestia narrowed her eyes upon hearing this and said, "Could she be the pirate you were talking about?"

"Ah, ahahaha, Your Highness truly has foresight..." Liliana chuckled, "It's the fleet of the King of Capsize."

Hestia was speechless.

You said you were only going to get 30% out of 70%, but you actually sold the entire Adventurer's Guild for 60,000 gold shields!

If you said you were going to cheat the Adventurer's Guild out of hundreds of thousands of gold shields, they would probably just grit their teeth and accept it, but who is Lu Zang?

Twenty-fourth of the elders! Priceless treasure!

If this information gets out, the Adventurer's Guild will be merciful even if they kill your entire clan!

Fortunately, the princess knew the nature of the goblins, so this kind of thing wasn't inconceivable. After all, the treasure ship incident had nothing to do with the Empire, and the Vanin family was a disposable glove, not involved in the core decision-making of the Princess's palace. As long as Liliana didn't slander the Empire, she could do whatever she wanted.

To put it bluntly, goblins are either dying or on their way to death. Even if they aren't being slaughtered like pigs by their lords, they might be shot in the head by an enemy who suddenly appears out of nowhere while wandering the streets.

The only problem this brought to Hestia was that she had to consider a backup goblin in case Liliana died in an accident and there was no one to replace her.

"I'll settle with you later," Hestia said.

The goblins didn't know the weight of the pirate king, but she knew it.

The King of Overthrow, Polony Heberus, is a descendant of the God-Emperor. In terms of seniority, Hestia has to call him grandmother.

Their lineage remained unknown until after the fall of the Empire. After the Regent was beheaded and the main line of Heberus was severed, the Overthrown King spent his final years accepting the remnants of the God-Emperor's bloodline, freeing them from the curse of the Dream Myth.

Poluni Herboeus was an elderly person in the late stage of the Divine Emperor's reign, which meant that the decree of the Jedi Tiantong had a profound impact on her, making her chances of becoming a Prime Minister slim, and she was even more isolated from the myth of immortality.

Hestia didn't have a deep impression of this legendary pirate. In the game's plot, her praiseworthy past had vanished into thin air, and she hadn't made any new achievements other than protecting the remnants of the empire. Furthermore, she passed away not long afterward. The main reason she was remembered was because of her unique characteristic:

The only blade cultivator in the Heberus family.

In short, she was never a fan of the Tower, having abandoned her revered position a hundred years ago to become a pirate.

The princess was worried that meeting such a disloyal guy would taint her own loyalty.

But the other party was not only named Heberus, but also a powerful pirate who controlled the sea routes. He had even severely damaged the Tyran warship in the Battle of the Sea of ​​Fog. Out of consideration for her own interests, Hestia finally accepted the invitation.

The sea breeze blew across the shore, and the nun and the old man looked behind them at the same time and greeted the princess.

"How is it, Sister Leron, are you enjoying chatting with my guests?" Hestia asked Marilyn.

Marilyn maintained a friendly smile, her expression stiff and motionless.

The princess had previously written to tell her that there was a troublesome woman who needed to be dealt with and wanted to ask the sisterhood for any advice.

This was Marilyn's area of ​​expertise: seduction, deception, and deception. The Cocoon Sisterhood had a thousand ways to win a woman's heart. Nearly a third of the aristocratic ladies of Cloudtop City worked directly or indirectly for the Sisterhood, and the Radiant Light Church's convent in Cloud Ridge was teeming with sisterhood groups loyal to their mother.

However, these mortals may not know that the object of their worship is a charming moth, and they think they have been redeemed by the reincarnated Virgin Mary.

The Cocoon Sisterhood is not always about desire and love. Marilyn possesses her confidence and kindness. Vicious women will be softened by her, virtuous women will fall in love with her, and those suffering girls can find the long-lost maternal love from their sister's compassion.

She can perfectly play the role of making the other person addicted, knowing how to suit the situation and the symptoms.

But now it’s different. The princess didn’t tell her that the troublesome woman she would face this time was a girl named Qi Yi who was over 120 years old.

From his body to his spirit, the King of Overthrow exudes a heavy air of decadence everywhere. Even those elves and reclusive descendants who have lived for thousands of years would not possess such a withered temperament.

Desire is the instinct of the esoteric, what keeps them alive. Even in myths from thousands of years ago, there were still things they longed for and things they loved. For someone like the Overthrown King, who showed little desire, it often meant their end was near.

Marilyn couldn't figure out how to deal with this old woman with a big frame, depleted fat, and muscles thinner than a turkey.

I don't know if the other party still needs a daughter. Although she is over seventy years old, she is more than qualified to be the daughter of the King of Overthrow. After the old guy passes away, she can inherit some of the pirate king's legacy.

"It's not bad, but compared to its prosperity in the past, Yunding City has declined." The King of Overthrow was wearing a plain canvas cloak and a tricorn hat. Under the hat was a face that was even more shriveled than Lady Aynive's, and there was no trace of the kindness of an elder.

"During the most chaotic times, pirates were able to reach the Yunling coast and plunder. If a person constantly dwells on the best times, every day will be a bad day." Hestia shook her head. "Let's get straight to the point, ma'am. State your purpose and I'll hear if it's appropriate."

The King of Overthrows was in no hurry to answer. Instead, he said, "You are more composed than your mother, which is a good thing for the ambitious Heberus."

Marilyn frowned slightly, wondering if she should step away.

But the Overthrowing King before him was a long-established Blade Cultivator of the Perfect Illumination Realm, practically the pinnacle of attainment for an elder of his era. Even if Forman Ant had come, he would have found it difficult to deal with him, having been forced to the brink of the Persistent Phase under the command of the Jedi Tiantong.

As a new generation of mystic cultivators after the disappearance of the Divine Emperor, even at the same level, Marilyn could still sense the chasm between her and the King of Overthrow. He had already seen the door to the realm of the Overthrown, but was forbidden from crossing it for the rest of his life by decree, while she still hadn't seen that threshold.

If such a lawless pirate were to kill the princess, it would only take a moment.

"Have you seen her?" Hestia asked calmly.

"She's your mother after all. I thought your reaction would be more intense."

"Is it not in Heberus' nature to be ruthless and ungrateful?" Hestia shrugged. "Otherwise, why would you give up your royal status and become a despicable pirate?"

"Who told you this?"

"Now I'm asking you, not you asking me."

Hestia shook her head slightly.

"If you want to get straight to the point, just get straight to the point. If you prefer beating around the bush, I don't mind chatting with you about riddles all day to see who's more anxious."

Volume 103: Caged Bird: . The Last Days

Even when facing Heberus, a legendary pirate who had roamed the Sea of ​​Mist for sixty years and was also a descendant of the God-Emperor, Hestia did not yield in the slightest.

The old pirate mentioned Princess Lorraine right away, simply to gain the upper hand in the ensuing conversation. The more curious the princess appeared, the easier it would be for her to be led by the nose.

Therefore, Hestia didn't bother to waste time talking and directly pointed out the other party's bloodline, showing off her "powerful" intelligence network.

Even if a fight came, she wasn't afraid—until all the secret cultivators in this hall were dead, the old pirate couldn't hurt her at all. And once Tiejun and Fuman Ant arrived, the living legend would be dead.

The Overthrow King's gaze was stern, but he soon laughed and said, "You're still so rude even though you know who I am. In this respect, at least, you're very similar to your mother."

"Old people always like to judge the younger generation with an outdated perspective. Because they know that in the new era, the only thing they can do is reminisce about the glory days and watch the real themselves slowly decay."

Hestia pulled up three beach chairs and lay down, looking at the ethereal sunset on the coast. "Since you won't tell me, I'll ask directly. Are you looking for me personally to return to your roots, or is this related to Princess Lorraine?"

"Neither." The Overthrow King sat down with a calm demeanor. "The first reason I came this time was to personally see for myself what kind of person this Tianlong person who has been stirring up trouble in Yunling recently is."

"You see it now?"

"You are mean and arrogant, but these only show on your face," said the Overthrown King. "What you do is not at all 'Heberus'. If your brothers and sisters were in your place, they would probably be dictatorial and dictatorial, slaughtering and plundering all those who oppose them, quelling the rebellion with blood and plunder, rather than being able to negotiate calmly with all parties like you have done."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just a princess. Suppressing the rebellion is the responsibility of the military and the district. How can I get involved?" Hestia said with a smile. "Go on, what will you do after you meet me?"

The King of Overthrow nodded and said, "I wonder if you have heard of that blasphemous prophecy?"