The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Iyana accepted her fate, she was hunched over, and her feelings were already brewing.

"How do I play a trick on you?" Hestia stopped sharpening her fingers, looked at him, and curled her lips. "Then I'll just put on my clothes now."

"Eh?"

Iyana was stunned. The strong depression and emptiness were like ants crawling around.

"Who do you think is serving whom?" Hestia shrugged. "Alright, I understand. Our Aunt Iyana has completed over a dozen missions today and is exhausted and needs rest. There's no need to accommodate Her Majesty!"

Iyana was stunned for a moment.

She had never seen the princess look so coquettish and naughty.

Twisting her waist, Iyana did not get the satisfaction she had imagined.

"I like Your Highness." Iyana said softly, "It's just that I am your servant, it's just..."

“Not so much just.”

"Um...I'm sorry."

"Save the apologies for later. Is it time to beg for mercy now?"

"Well... Your Highness, I beg you."

"Your Highness?"

"Hestia..."

"Hehe." Hestia stepped forward.

Sitting cross-legged, the butterflies explore the fragrance. The spring sun is warm in the boudoir, and the moon is high in the sky.

Until night.

"By the way, Iyana, there's something I need you to run around for." Hestia rested her head on the maid's belly, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on her head, and she was gentle and pleasant. She admired her but was not intoxicated, but talked about business.

"Yeah." Iyana responded without asking what it was.

"Noelle Tinson is the worm that bewitched Miller," Hestia said.

"Hmm... Hmm!" the elf sat up suddenly, not caring about not having his winter coat on, and cried out, "Your Highness, why didn't you tell me such an important thing during the day?!"

"Hehe, weren't you there during the day? You didn't refuse." Hestia waved her hand. "Besides, isn't Miller also a worm? Why don't you look so panicked?"

"This is different! She is your instructor, the one who will lead you on the path of esoteric cultivation! If she deceives Your Highness in the process..."

"In fact, she has already done it." Hestia said with a smile, "But the God-Emperor blessed me and gave me a revelation, asking me to deal with this troublesome insect."

“Is he really the Divine Emperor…?”

"Can we still have a holiday?"

"So, Your Highness is also practicing in secret now?"

"I guess so, but I don't know any secret techniques. You know, there's almost no difference between an apprentice who has just embarked on the path of Taoism and an ordinary person."

Iyana stared at the princess with a gloomy expression. Her breathing became rapid, and she finally made up her mind, "I will kill her now. I cannot leave any serious risks that could harm Your Highness! She is a high knight in the realm of comprehension. For a mystic of this level to be bewitched by a worm is definitely unusual!"

"I've asked Clara to investigate her background," Hestia said softly, twisting Iyana's fingers. "But I don't particularly trust the military, so I have to play both sides."

"Then I'll go investigate," Iyana said firmly.

"What can you do alone?" Hestia rolled her eyes at her.

"Your Highness means..."

"Grandfather must have missed me, his granddaughter, terribly, after such a long absence," Hestia whispered. "I'm sure those guys from the Holy Covenant miss me, too. With the heir of Lorraine becoming a High Knight, they're probably going crazy."

"Then why did Your Highness choose..."

"Isn't the Sacred Covenant also a path to order? That means I still have options, doesn't it?" Hestia chuckled. "I'm afraid a princess like me would be very popular. When investigating someone, it's best to involve their competitors. Tell me, if I even hint at my desire to become a member of the Sacred Order, wouldn't they rush over like mad dogs to fight for my share of the prize?"

"Your Highness is not a bone."

"Of course I'm not," Hestia said with a small smile, "but power is."

"But over there, Knight Gao..."

Iyana became worried again.

The princess's power didn't come solely from her bloodline; the military's support also played a role. If she stabbed her "ally" twice at this moment, her value would plummet.

Betraying the High Knight means that the princess will be abandoned by the Iron Cross. If she wants to secure the position of Grand Duke, she can only rely on the Holy Covenant.

Although Iyana preferred the latter of the two paths of order, she really did not dare to overestimate the bottom line of those people.

Asking for an exorbitant price is the least of their worries; the real fear is that the helpless princess will be turned into a puppet.

The Iron Cross at least really kills people, dares to kill people, kills people for the emperor, and kills people for the princess. As long as the princess also likes to kill people, then they will be good friends for life.

But as for the sacred covenant...it's hard to say.

"Everything is still up in the air, isn't it? The specific path forward will have to wait until I reach the Secret Prying." A sinister glint flashed in Hestia's eyes. "Besides, I'm a descendant of the Celestial Dragon. The rope should be tied to their dog's neck, not the other way around. If the God-Emperor were still alive, wouldn't they dare ask about the right path? Wouldn't they all just bow and scrape?"

"Hmm..." Iyana nodded. "After nightfall, I will go to Mengsu and inform the Grand Duke's steward of this matter. However, the Grand Duke of Lorraine's main intelligence network is in the southern part of the empire. If we want to conduct an infiltration investigation on a high knight, the feedback time may be a bit long."

"No problem. What I want is all the evidence against Noelle Tinson. I want to get rid of her for a fair reason."

The Yunling Massacre, which was only mentioned briefly in official history, was still several months away. Moreover, because her character was not as extreme as that of the beastly princess, and she controlled the intensity of the suppression of the rebellion, it would take the worm or the rebels more time to accomplish their ulterior motives.

As long as half of the people don’t die, it will be considered a great success!

"If not..." Hestia turned her head and looked at Iyana with a smile on her lips. "Then we should find more people to set a trap and beat her to death. Don't act alone."

Volume 41: Dreamers: . The Dead Resurrected

At the end of the year, a new year will come after the dawn.

It is still the coldest time of the winter, and the heavy snow has already covered the horseshoes. Thanks to the warm current, the Yunling Port has not frozen, but the snow crystals in the sky are rolling with the waves, like white flowers on a flowing wedding dress.

Naturally, work could not begin in such horrible weather. People put a lot of energy into clearing the snow. The frozen corpses were wrapped in body bags and carried away from human habitation with the sound of horse hooves.

Coastal area, Valais Clinic.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities did not affect the business of Valais Clinic. As a doctor and potion maker registered in the empire, many wealthy people asked him for potions every day, and a dose was hard to come by.

What is particularly valuable is that Dr. Valle not only serves the rich, but also often takes his apprentices to various major infant welfare homes to provide free medical services. Many penniless patients also often go to his clinic for help, which has earned him great reputation in the local area, and he can be said to have gained both fame and fortune.

Few people know that this compassionate doctor who has the ability to bring people back to life and is also quite famous in the Yunling Medical Association, secretly provides illegal drugs that have disappeared from the market to all kinds of people, and is also engaged in business dealings in dead people's organs.

What is less known is that Maxime de Vallee is also an avid researcher of the art of immortality. He once visited a noble lady and, with her guidance, successfully penetrated beneath the surface of the world and worshiped before the orange-red deep sea.

He became a seeker who explored the mysteries of the human body, an apprentice thirsting for knowledge, and devoted his efforts to gaining immortal life.

However, in the past week, he stopped all illegal transactions and organ sales, and just stayed quietly in the clinic, occasionally brewing a few potions that complied with the law.

Valle felt like he was being watched.

Not only has business decreased recently, but the dignitaries who used to be keen on discussing the secrets of energy with him no longer contact him; also, the same muscular man sits on the second floor of the cafe opposite every day, scanning the tenants entering and leaving the clinic and the semi-elliptical windows with hawk-like eyes.

So, Valette took his fiancée to the opera house on Leyden Island to spend a leisurely and sweet afternoon.

When he came back at night, he carefully checked every detail of the house. Sure enough, even though the intruder had restored the home's layout to its original state without leaving even a footprint, the few notebooks on the bookshelf that had been deliberately placed shallowly had been neatly pushed to the deepest part.

This made Valais even more alert, but he chose not to leave. Since the surveillance hadn't come to him personally, it meant they hadn't yet obtained the final word. Any rash action would only increase suspicion.

In the dead of night, he lay on his bed in his bedroom, turning off the light. The curtains were open, allowing his back to be seen diagonally across the street towards the rooftops.

Valai was not sure if anyone was watching him all night, but he did not intend to take it lightly. After taking a nap, he reached into his eye socket, took out the left eyeball with trembling pupil and granulation, and gently placed it on the floor.

The horizon began to split.

As the granulation tissue squirmed, the flexible muscle tissue split into eight legs like a spider, limped and twisted its way out of the crack in the door, and escaped into the underground laboratory through the dry sewer pipe.

In fact, there is no basement in the Valais Clinic. This dirty, smelly, pungent space filled with pungent smells and scattered with body parts is just a sewer under the block.

Many of the Empire's major cities boasted complex sewer systems, thanks to the ubiquitous presence of the Skaven. As a lowly race, the Skaven barely found a place to live on the surface. No one would hire them, and residents loathed living next to giant, talking rats. However, the Skaven were the Empire's most loyal and inexpensive slaves, maintaining its rule in every way possible, so their living space had to be considered. Thus, the Skaven's home was the sewers, and lacking a livelihood, they took on the work of scavenging and clearing the roads.

This is certainly not enough to support such a large population, so smuggling, crime trafficking, and shady businesses began to grow in the city's sewers.

This is a corner darker than the slums. In the extensive sewer network, the imperial army's killing efficiency is far less than the speed at which the rats can escape.

This also provided cover for Valais's great achievements.

The eyeball crawled into the eye socket of a corpse. In an instant, numerous muscle tissues penetrated into the brain, and the growing neural network connected to the spinal cord.

Even though the corpse exuded the pungent smell of preservatives, most of the flesh had already begun to decompose, and maggot heads were poking out from the pierced bone marrow.

"Hello, Monday, Sunday, Rose Day, October 14th..."

The corpse controlled by the eyeball moved stiffly, smiling and greeting the "person" immersed in the yellow-green can of preservative fluid.

It's hard to tell if they're human or if they're truly alive.

With limbs cut off and internal organs removed, the transplanted, vibrant tumor pulsed enthusiastically. This former parasite stubbornly sought survival, clinging to its host, maintaining its sleepless, conscious will. In one of the jars, there was only a single head, but it still blinked in terror, unable to utter a single word of plea for mercy.

"Everyone seems fine. At least our thinking is correct." The eyeball-controlled corpse smiled and walked deeper into the dimly lit room, muttering hoarsely, "It's time to replace the puppet. Unfortunately, Solstice is too young to handle the heavy and delicate work."

He pushed open the door, and the dim room was illuminated by a fluorescent stone column lamp.

"Winter Festival, how have you been lately? I picked out two fresh lung lobes for you, but I'm not sure if they'll be suitable..."

As he spoke to himself, he walked to the operating table where he was tied up, but his eyeballs suddenly jumped out of their sockets, and a cold light flashed in his eyes with a look of astonishment.

That excellent petri dish, that boy with lung disease, who was not tied to the operating table, no one knew where he had gone.

Someone rescued him?

His eyes scanned the surroundings frantically, but there was no sign of the boy in the enclosed environment.

A "squeaking" sound was heard.

His eyes seemed to feel the vibration of the sound waves, and he looked at the operating table. There were jagged bite marks on the leather straps on it.

And from under the cloth on the operating table, a mouse crawled out and gnawed on the human ear with great pleasure.

"Beasts!"

If eyes could curse, then the eyeballs would have already broadcast a great masterpiece at this moment.

It leaped up, and its eight fleshy legs were like blades, cutting off the mouse's head in an instant.