The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Viola...

The image of the black-haired girl appeared in Domis' mind, as if she was standing behind her, whispering to her heartstrings.

She knew that Viola would not have such delicate and slender fingers. Farm work and chores made her dexterous hands rough. However, the image of the black-haired girl was so perfect in her mind, as if she was born with such slender fingers.

But the perfect and pure girl also has a charming side, just like she is now.

"You, aren't, are..."

Duo Mi~ Si Qun's hands still plucked the strings at will, and the music became slow and heavy, like the morning light flowing slowly along the mountain path.

She suppressed her voice, but her throat still couldn't help but let out a moan.

When she thought of Viola's head being taken over by the dragon, when she thought of Viola enjoying the marks of its fangs and claws, when she thought of Viola calling out the dragon's name in the howling snow and wind, Domis hated to find that she could not resist the desire of her imaginary best friend at all.

That simple, delicate black-haired girl was her entire flaw.

"Don't you like me very much, Domice?" The silver dragon left a beautiful tooth mark on her earlobe. "Compared to Viola, you are much more 'profound' than her. Here..."

"Stop..."

Domis let out a mournful cry.

She was born with a good voice. Although her physical body is not enough to produce the heavenly music of her dreams, the sound is still beautiful and worth savoring.

"Keep playing! Don't stop until I've finished listening." Hestia urged gently, but beneath her gentle tone was a chilling menace. "Every time you stop, I'll kill one person. You have a good relationship with the tenants here, don't you?"

Hestia didn't think that all the tenants in the building were free-willed rebels, but precisely because of this, it was easier for rebel members to hide their identities among them.

Right now, the enemy is hidden, while I am in the open. The princess has no idea how many assassinations are brewing against her. But with Canary, the situation is reversed: the enemy is in the open, while I am in the dark. If I reveal my identity like this, I probably won't be able to understand Canary's awkward reaction.

Humiliation and hatred, yet she endured them silently, just like Aphra. But compared to the dark elves, perhaps because of Viola's role as a catalyst, Canary was clearly more able to experience happiness and had a great rapport with the princess.

"We're compatible, what do you think?"

"No...it was clearly you who used...you...!"

Trying to determine the depth and exploring the peak of the flood, Domis hunched over like a scorched insect, leaning on the lyre stained with the scent of fat, her fingers still unconsciously plucking the strings instinctively, losing their original nature.

The tighter she curled up, the deeper she sank into the princess's arms.

The princess whispered in his ear, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice?"

Domis suddenly fell silent, biting her red lips until they almost drew blood, her heavy breath filled with the fragrance of roses.

"Your breathing sounds nice too. Why didn't I realize you had this quality before?"

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the silver dragon showed the canary the oil between its claws.

Domis gasped in shame and anger, but before she could rest, the princess started playing the zither again.

"The Iron Army Marches into Battle, Chapter 3. Do not stop."

Hestia smiled with narrowed eyes.

Canary, a mere blade cultivator, is more cooperative than Aphra, who is a Tibetan cultivator. This indirectly shows that she cannot enter the core circle in free will.

The businessman's identity and business also reflect this point. Domis's behavior is more like a logistical member who provides benefits to the rebels.

This kind of people have little sense of position and only act based on their own interests.

Besides, how much hatred could a merchant have for the Empire? Without Viola's sensitivity, the princess could just move her finger and the bird would be half-heartedly devoted. Hestia was never stingy when it came to rewarding her own people. With the exception of the ignorant commoners, every person who had followed the princess for the past six months had received the prosperity they deserved.

Anyway, it was Yunling that was being sold, it was the empire that was being sold, so what did it have to do with her, who was destined to ascend to become a witch?

As the saying goes, it is like sailing against the current. Hestia knew that if she did not ascend to heaven, she would most likely die.

Her voice was poignant and beautiful, her music mournful and elegant. In the material world, Domis's voice was among the best the princess had ever heard. If she were to return to her former world, she would undoubtedly outperform most of the virtual dummies tuned by music companies.

But compared with the feathered girl he met in the sky, she was far inferior.

"Stop..."

"next song."

"Please don't..."

"continue."

"Please……"

"Don't you like Viola anymore, Domise?"

"..."

When the song ended and everyone was silent, Domis leaned over the lyre, her fingers cut by the strings.

The princess showed no pity, but simply kissed the tip of Canary's ear gently: "You stopped, who do you want to die now?"

"I can not do it……"

Domis could no longer hold back her tears, but she didn't know whether she was talking about playing or choosing who to die.

"You can also ask me," said Hestia.

"You...ah..." Domis gasped in pain, "Do you really...like me?"

"No, I just enjoy seeing you make a fool of yourself." Hestia smiled. "But you're really funny, especially when you're being teased... The promise I made before still stands. I want you to be mine sincerely. How about that?"

It would be a great idea if Canary could face reality and become the Empire's internal accomplice in Free Will.

This can help the princess break through many intelligence difficulties.

Canary is in business. If she is a rational person, she should know how to make choices.

Compared with the body and business, it is not worth mentioning, not to mention that the number of rebels who defected to the empire has already reached three digits. With the two Lords of the White Sea and the Black Sea as examples, the blade cultivators whose themes are struggle and resistance can also betray their former comrades.

After all, even if they are on the same path of change, the philosophies followed by each blade cultivator may be completely different.

"Viola..."

"Viola belongs to me. She cannot be given to you," Hestia said softly. "But if you wish, I, the princess, can serve you. How about this, little bird? The wealth of the empire is just around the corner."

Domis's eyes were still a little dazed, but she could hear the princess' words clearly.

Maybe you can use...

Do not……

Getting too close to the princess is like a moth flying into a spider's web. The more she struggles, the deeper she sinks.

"Please let me think about it..." Domis said in a trembling voice.

"Then let's think about it. I'm not in a rush. Besides, you have a nice voice. You could form a band with Princess Shan."

Hestia smiled, stood up, carried Canary, whose sling was scattered, back to the bed, covered her with a thin blanket, and left the room with satisfaction.

"Your Highness..." Iyana was still waiting outside the door, looking a little strange.

"Have you seen everything?" Hestia asked, tilting her head.

"I...I'm worried about your highness's safety."

"Get in the carriage and talk."

Hestia shook her head slightly, returned to the main road with the elven maid-mother, and entered the carriage surrounded by servants.

"Your Highness, that man just now wanted to kill you." Iyana said embarrassedly, "I was worried about your safety, so I set up a barrier in the room, and then I saw you..."

"I know. It's okay." Hestia squinted her eyes and took a nap. "I'm just a rebel of my own free will. Either you join me or you kill me. There's no third option."

"He's a traitor?!"

"Of course, not only him, but also the canary." Hestia waved her hand. "She is a businesswoman and can distinguish between the pros and cons. In that case, I will give her an opportunity and a business deal."

"She doesn't seem to like it very much... Your Highness, is this okay?" Iyana said worriedly. "The same goes for the dark elves. Your Highness can certainly support them, but you also have to worry about backlash. And that child..."

Iyana was tolerant of ordinary people. Aphra's imprisonment by the princess was the Dark Elves' own fault, having happened upon an Imperial Dragon, just as inhumane as the Dark Elves. But Domis looked young and immature, and seemed to have some connection to Viola. Her demeanor as a well-bred girl inevitably drew a certain amount of sympathy from the elves.

"Iyana, do you really think of yourself as this princess's guardian? Do you want to make decisions for me?"

"Hey, Your Highness, that's not what I meant... I don't want to control you, it's just..." Iyana resumed her honorifics. She was used to the princess's mood swings, so she subconsciously obeyed and apologized.

"Then guard me," Hestia said.

"Well?"

"I've been teasing Canary for a while now, and she hasn't even served me yet," Hestia said softly. "You're the best, aren't you?"

"..." Iyana stared at the princess, then smiled, leaned down, and said with her face raised, "I am yours at all times."

Volume 118: Bird in a Cage: . Family is her weakness!

Crocodile Bay extends over 400 miles northeast, where rolling hills and highlands are covered with vast forests. Rivers meander, redwoods tower, and wide roads gradually become sparsely populated paths.

After investigating the Black Hand Guild, Aphra did not return to Cloudtop City immediately. Instead, she used words to delay the accompanying high knight and rode alone day and night. Finally, after exhausting two post horses to death, she arrived at a sparsely populated village.

The weather was damp and cold in the early morning, and when the dark elves breathed out, it would condense into a light mist.

Griffith Village is a very ordinary mountain village in the province of Lünek under the Rasfen Domain. It has only 30 households and is a six-hour walk along a mountain road to the nearest town with a population of 30,000.

The mountains in the Lasfen region are not as steep as the Yunling Mountains, but they are still rugged and winding obstacles. Even if the iron army that is suppressing the rebellion passes by such an uninhabited village, they are too lazy to walk more than 20 miles to this remote place to collect taxes.

Seeing the village monument, Aphra dropped to the ground, her face grim. Her white horse panted heavily, its eyes drooping with fatigue, but its body held on, its abdomen heaving dramatically.

The dark elf snapped his fingers, breaking the hypnosis on the brigade horse.

In an instant, the horse seemed to wake up and finally understood how to rest, but just as it was about to lie down on the ground, its hooves suddenly staggered a few steps and it fell to the ground with a thud.

It's dead.

Aphra didn't look at the dead horse on the ground. Her invisible dream radiated throughout the village and she strolled past the stone tablet.

Even after thirty or fifty years, such a secluded place would hardly have undergone any significant changes. Grievous Village was just as Aphra remembered it three months ago.

However, the lack of change is the biggest doubt.

She closed her eyes and sensed the spirits in the village. There were one hundred and twenty-four of them, a dozen fewer than before. They should be the hunters who were used to getting up early.

"Guiyue, Afuya..."

Aphra did not sense the spirits of her family members.

This is very strange. If the princess had captured her sister and brother, there would be no reason for the villagers here to survive.