The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"Um……"

After thinking for a moment, Hestia explained:

"True arcane sorcerers believe that there are laws more fundamental than dreams. Under these laws, the world is composed of magical strings, and all matter, energy, and imagination are the afterglow of the magical strings.

"They hypothesize the existence of arcane ephemera—some drifting creatures in the magical element world, a primary component of magical elements. They are considered a collection of living strings, the players of the world. Arcane scholars incorporate arcane ephemera into their souls and bodies, storing the lingering sound of the strings within themselves, and casting spells by playing the strings."

"Does the Arcane Mayfly really exist?"

"Just as the outlines of the Dream Realm observed by different mystics vary, there are also multiple hypotheses regarding the Arcane Mayfly. You can leave it as a suspense for now. Those sorcerers did touch upon certain rhythms, and the things contained in these rhythms may be the Arcane Mayfly they hypothesized. But if you ask Lady Aynive to answer, she might say that it is merely an echo hidden in the material world—the power of the Dream Realm affects the material world, and the phenomena of the material world also leave a reflection in the Dream Realm."

Hestia copied the game information.

A wizard who accepts the "Arcane Mayfly" will lose the ability to step into the Dream Realm, but it is not entirely correct to completely distinguish such wizards from esoteric practitioners.

According to some speculations based on existence, this type of wizard is located in the sequence of the path of wisdom. They are the ones closest to the [Secret Treasure]. The reason why they cannot enter the dream world is that the [Secret Treasure] has hidden their spirituality and only retains pure rationality.

However, if you really tell this kind of speculation to an arcane sorcerer, he will probably be furious.

Passing by Crown Plaza, Hestia leaned out of the car window and looked up.

The towering statue of the God-Emperor was undergoing restoration. The rebels were operating on a small scale, unable to carry sufficient alchemical explosives, and thus failed to completely demolish the statue. Perhaps due to a misplaced blasting point, the explosives placed on the statue's neck only shattered the skin and shoulders. Even so, the countless shattered debris still dealt a heavy blow to the surrounding buildings.

I don't know if it was because of the God-Emperor's blessing, but miraculously there were no casualties in this attack. The words about the forest prison were just a lie made up by the princess to break through the rebels' defenses.

It was impossible for Gros Riel to verify it - everyone knew that the Governor's Office would only report the least amount of casualties of this magnitude, and the numbers in the newspaper were not worth believing at all.

In Rongguan Square, students returning from all over Yunling came and went, posters of clubs and activities replaced the stalls used during the celebration, and eye-catching red words were printed on the huge notice at the entrance of the cross arcade.

"Clara, look at what's written on it," Hestia ordered.

"Yes, Your Highness." Ke La pulled a light whip, and the purple-white Miro Mountain mare with horns on her head and a body of purple and white let out a snort and slowly walked towards the crowd with heavy hooves.

Of course, it was not a bloody scene. In this regard, the High Knight's bottom line was slightly higher than that of the princess.

The carriage was moving very slowly, but the sound of its hooves was as heavy as hammering iron. This noise gave the students enough time to react, and they all got out of the way.

"Why should I give in? Yunding Arcane Academy has strict rules and regulations. How can he really crush me?"

A freshman aristocrat, well-dressed and of good temperament, stood in front of the carriage, glaring at the mighty and strong coachman.

However, he could not hold on for even half a second before he fell to the side under the pressure of the orderly horses' hooves, thus avoiding the tragedy of being trampled.

"How dare you dare to ride a horse in the school? Do you want to be expelled, you bastard!"

"Shh, don't kill yourself!" A hand quickly covered the new student's mouth and dragged him into the deserted woods.

"Senior, why are you stopping me? It's because there are too many arrogant upstarts like these that we nobles are discredited and have caused a series of tragedies in the past two weeks! If these termites are not eradicated, sooner or later the empire will be in danger..."

"Snapped!"

A slap hit the freshman's face.

"You dare to hit me!"

"Idiot, you know who's in that car!" The old man lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice, "Hestia Lorraine Herbos! The Sixth Princess of the Empire! Even if you don't get along with your Earl Laoden, don't destroy my family!"

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness?"

"Go away! You're not going to join our Alchemy Society anymore. You're so great! You're so noble! You're so upright! I just ask that when you're out and about, don't tell anyone you recognize me. I'm kneeling down to you!"

"Um, senior..." The freshman took a deep breath with lingering fear and said hesitantly, "I was wrong. Actually, the scene of the carriage chasing people was quite charming."

Hestia dismounted from the carriage at the entrance to the arcade, not bothering to question the earlier voice's arrogance. Viola followed, watched from afar by the crowd, her face a frightening red, as if covered in capsaicin.

"Um...Rafael Garcia?"

Hestia looked at the words on the notice, which said that a fellow of the Royal Medical College and former president of the Yunling Medical Association would open a course in Life Alchemy, which would be provided to arcane apprentices who had the spare time and a foundation in alchemy and potions, with additional GPA points.

Life Alchemy may sound scary, but it is actually a discipline that involves cell repair, organ cultivation, strengthening, and transplantation.

"I seem to have heard of this name." Viola whispered.

Hestia teased, "You know some important people?"

"The only important person I know is His Highness..." the black-haired girl said with a slight compliment, then added, "Two months ago, there was an announcement saying that Mr. Rafael Garcia would be the new head of the Alchemy Department. He just recently retired from the Medical Association, and perhaps the days of doing nothing were too boring." After thinking about it, she felt genuinely envious. "Actually, I also really like the atmosphere of the school and the library. If I could stay there forever and still get paid, I wouldn't have to retire."

"Is being my maid a disservice to you?" Hestia raised her eyebrows.

"No, Your Highness..." Viola was immediately terrified.

"Hmph." Hestia pointed at Rafael Garcia's name and said, "This is the class. You'll join me then."

"Hey, but Your Highness, we haven't studied alchemy and potions yet. We won't choose these majors until the third year, right?"

"So, I can't go?"

"It's not that..."

Viola thought to herself, even if the princess didn't reach the threshold of the course, who would dare to truly rebel?

However, she had only studied the basic theories of arcane magic for half a year. If she wanted to barely reach the level of knowledge required to understand the life refinement, she would probably have to sleep two hours less every night.

Viola's pretty face fell when she thought about having to serve the princess every day, having to sleep compressed into 5 hours and having to go through the "torture" of strange dreams.

But seeing that the princess looked thoughtful, the maid didn't dare to make any comments.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just think Life Refinement is very interesting."

Hestia ponders the concept of "Life Alchemy."

In a sense, it has many similarities with the alchemy of flesh and blood that transforms decaying flesh and blood into magical things.

Registration for this course required going to the Academic Affairs Office. When Hestia went there, the 250 places were already full.

This is easy to do. She can just ask the teaching assistant to cross out the two names. As for what reason and how to respond to the two students, it is not her concern.

"There's a trial class with Academician Garcia this afternoon," the teaching assistant in the office said flatteringly, "If Your Highness is interested, you can go to the ritual teaching room in an hour to observe it."

Hearing this, Hestia happily went there and asked the little maid to skip the afternoon arcane practice class.

It’s not that I really think Viola can understand anything, I’m just bored and want someone to be around.

That little bug Matildahl Miller was supposed to accompany the princess to school, but she had some self-awareness or something, so she took a sick leave today and didn't stay with the princess.

Just as Hestia was about to board the carriage and have Clara take her to the building where the ritual classroom was located, an unexpected figure appeared in her sight.

At the intersection ahead, a pretty girl, wearing a fur cloak and a knitted hat covering her ears, was searching for a landmark on a map. Her face wasn't stunning, with light freckles on her cheeks, but her complexion was clean and clear, and her figure was fit, like a spotted female leopard.

"Ms. Rousseau, I didn't expect to meet you here." Hestia walked forward and greeted her.

Chloe Rousseau raised her head, startled. Her eyes looked a little awkward, as if she didn't want to see the princess here, but she couldn't help but glance down -

The princess wore a black riding suit, a modified imitation of the imperial military uniform, with a veiled high hat, a tight jacket, and a long thick cloth skirt with a raised waistline. The skirt was cut short, revealing a pair of perfectly contoured low-heeled shoes. Through the rounded toes, one could almost glimpse the pink and moist toes inside.

"Hello, Your Highness..." Chloe looked away awkwardly, constantly reminding herself how cruel and cunning the girl in front of her was.

Hestia asked, "How did you get in? The academy is not open to outsiders during non-celebration times."

"How could I get in? Your Majesty, the Seventh Army, will naturally open the door for me." Chloe pulled out a forged... no, perfectly authentic security identification document and said, "Actually, I'm here to investigate some people."

"Who?"

"Rafael Garcia and some of his assistants."

"Is he related to the bacteria and virus?"

"That's not the case. Your Highness, do you remember the doctor who provided the Black Hand Guild with addictive drugs?" Chloe said seriously, "Maxime Vallee, a member of the Yunling Medical Association. Your people have been monitoring him, but they haven't found any leads."

"So you have a clue?"

"Of course, I'm not a foolish man who only knows how to kill people. I have many investigative methods." Chloe raised the corners of her lips proudly.

"Go on, I'm listening."

As soon as the princess spoke, Chloe felt the atmosphere become somewhat solemn.

She smiled awkwardly, not daring to bring it up again. Instead, she quickly brushed it off. "That doctor named Valais has a very good reputation and holds a considerable position in the Medical Association. He applied for 32 patents for magic potion formulas, and the proceeds were mostly used to support the children in the orphanage. However, I found in the orphanage's admissions roster that the children he helped had a higher mortality rate."

"Is he trying out his potions on those children?" asked Viola.

Chloe looked at the black-haired girl. Since the princess allowed the maid to sit in on the conversation, she didn't hide the information. "No, based on the few half-rotten bodies I've dug up, I've seen that the children who died were always missing some organ."

"I didn't expect you to work part-time as a gravedigger." Hestia sneered.

"Isn't this all to help the investigation get to the bottom of the matter?"

If anyone else had sneered at her like that, Chloe would have punched them in the face. However, if she really dared to do that, given the Celestial Dragons' temperament, they would probably have tied her to a chair and watched her abuse her sisters and mother-in-law on the bed.

Although Moth Heir didn't have a stable group of his own, Chloe wasn't truly unfeeling and could face such a scene calmly. If the princess had anything to say, just come to her. Don't threaten her family and friends!

Viola asked, "But with so many children dead, won't the police investigate?"

Chloe explained, "Death is common in orphanages. Less than two-thirds of children aged 0 to 13 survive to adulthood, and half of those die in difficult living conditions. Child labor is also common in orphanages. Once children reach independent age, the orphanages will resort to various means to control them for their own profit, such as signing ten-year labor contracts with the Magic Crystal Mine."

Viola was silent, somewhat melancholy. She thought of her warm little home, her devoted parents, and her quirky sister, and felt truly grateful. She couldn't imagine life without them; she was willing to give everything for her family.

"Say something valuable," Hestia emphasized.

"Very well, as you wish," Chloe said helplessly, lamenting the princess's unwavering heart. She remained unmoved after hearing such a story. She could only say, "Maxime Vallee attends a club event organized by members of the Yunling Medical Association every week. That place is so heavily guarded that even the High Knight wouldn't be able to send spies in to investigate."

"But you are a moth." Hestia smiled. "Insects are your eyes and ears. Tell me what you have discovered?"

"No specific findings. My 'spies' didn't come into contact with the private conversation between Valle and Garcia. My intuition tells me that their room is also full of 'spies'. However, I later investigated their teacups."

Chloe approached the princess mysteriously, lowering her voice, her consciousness almost blurred by the natural body fragrance of the Celestial Dragon.

Fortunately, she calmed down and didn't think about the fragrant jade feet. Instead, she said: