The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Hestia nodded, her consciousness once again diving into the Witch Book to observe traces of spirituality.

This time, the granulations appeared more frequently, forming a tapestry in the corridor. In addition, Hestia could vaguely see white cocoons laying eggs.

When she regained consciousness, Hestia suddenly drew out a whistle falcon's sword and opened the monster's bite wound.

Soft, slender white larvae with whiskers at their tails wriggled within, each one delicate and lively, yet when they gathered densely together, they were eerie.

"really……"

"Your Highness, do you recognize the origins of these insects?"

"Clara, what's that up there?"

When asked by the princess, Clara turned to look at a sentinel captain.

Captain Falcon opened a crudely drawn map of the sewers by the Ratmen and speculated, "It should be Saint Infant Street in the Green Vine District. Your Highness, would you like me to send someone to the surface to confirm?"

"Forget it, there aren't any manhole covers or exits around here."

Hestia silently memorized this place and continued forward.

She didn't see any more signs of zombies in the following area until fifteen minutes later, when she saw a cocoon-wrapped corpse at a fork in the underground river. Part of the corpse was exposed, revealing the deformed and distorted faces of zombies.

"Bugs." Clara remembered something, "Your Highness, is this the lady from before?"

"uncertain……"

Hestia was waving her hands when she heard screams in the distance.

But soon, the screams were silenced by something.

She opened the witch's book and found that malicious spider moths and larvae were occupying a space.

"Go and see."

The princess and her entourage followed the source of the sound and soon saw a bright light. The humid environment around them became a little fresher, and the excavated cave was filled with tattered furniture.

But these furniture are more than one size smaller, as if they were tailor-made for children.

From inside the cave, a woman's voice could be heard (in a rude and stern voice): "Shut up, everyone! Don't answer my questions! If anyone keeps making such a fuss, I'll strip it bare and feed it to the bugs!"

It was a familiar voice, but compared to the humility and courtesy she showed when interacting with the princess, Chloe was now as domineering as a devil.

"Your Highness." Clara looked at him asking for instructions.

"Let's go in and see what she's up to, and have everyone put their weapons away." The princess glanced at the plainclothes sentinel who had drawn his enchanted dagger.

These people have more or less undergone extraordinary transformation. Although they are not as good as the secret cultivators, they are well-trained and fearless. If they really rush forward, I am afraid they can chop Chloe into meat paste.

"who!"

Hearing the noise outside the cave, Chloe, who was hanging more than twenty rat cocoons upside down, glared at her, and countless spider silk began to spread.

Those spider silks seemed to be conscious fungal veins, and in an instant they transformed the wide cave into a narrow area covered with spider webs.

"Come out or die!" Chloe shouted.

"What a show of majesty." Hestia clapped her hands and, flanked by the High Knight and a dozen Sentinel Captains, stepped into the cave. She spoke across the spiderweb defenses, "How do you say I die?"

"It's you! Didn't we just meet this afternoon?" Chloe was surprised at first, then showed an expression of disbelief and horror, "You... No, Your Highness, you brought so many people with you, are you chasing me all the way here to catch me!?"

They had just met at the Academy of Law at noon, chatting and laughing, but before nightfall, they unexpectedly ran into each other again in the sewers of the lower city. And this time...

Looking at the uniforms of Clara and several other high knights, Chloe swallowed hard and almost knelt on the spot in despair.

Bringing five high knights and countless hawks and dogs, could it be...

The princess went back on her word and is here to take down the Cocoon Sisterhood branch!?

"Why would I arrest you?" Hestia was confused.

"Your Highness, please don't eat my sisters! I, I, I may be a little rude and disrespectful, but if Your Highness wants, I am willing to be your slave or servant. It has nothing to do with the Sisterhood!"

Chloe removed all the spider webs. These defenses were no match for the High Knight. She trembled as she approached the princess, her eyes filled with submissive pleading.

A high knight could take down a secret cultivation base. Chloe didn't dare to imagine what the princess was trying to do.

Woohoo, I’m going to become the princess’s slave girl along with my sisters.

"Why are your hands so sticky? Don't get close to me."

Hestia brushed off Chloe's hand.

Chloe had been right about one thing during the diploma dispute. The princess truly looked down on uneducated country bumpkins.

Games are games, reality is the world. I am a princess. Even if I don't only pick those noble ladies from famous families, at least I should be well-educated and well-mannered, right?

"It's moss," Chloe wiped her hands on her pants, which made the princess look even more disgusted.

As if noticing the disgusted look, Chloe felt anxious, angry and aggrieved.

I've been so flattering, and you still find it objectionable?

The upside-down rat people were stunned by this scene.

Big sister, you were arrogant at first but respectful later. Just thinking about it makes me laugh!

The rat man wanted to ask for help, but when he saw the group of ferocious monsters behind the princess, he was so scared that he wet his pants on the spot.

Finished rats, Imperial Iron Army!

Killing people is like killing rats, killing rats is like drinking water. With the special permission of the imperial power, they kill first and report later. This is the Iron Army.

Most of these rat people are between eight and twelve years old. They have lived in sewers since birth and have only seen soldiers a few times in their lives. However, their awe of the Iron Army is engraved in their bones and passed down from generation to generation.

"What have these ratmen done?" asked Hestia.

"Oh, they..."

As soon as Chloe opened her mouth, the fourteen-year-old ratman leader, who was missing a front tooth, screamed, "Master Iron Guard, we've done nothing wrong. My great-grandfather's great-grandfather was a soldier rat who migrated here with the Iron Army. Forty years ago, he participated in suppressing the rioters and has made great contributions! Although we don't have military status, we always remember the kindness of the Divine Emperor!"

"Shut up, you filthy bastards. Just answer honestly when I tell you to..." Chloe started cursing immediately.

"Shut up." Hestia glanced at Chloe.

The latter had no idea whether the princess was here to eradicate the sisterhood, and was now too frightened to object.

The cooperation between the sisterhood and the empire has not even started yet, and it is not uncommon for the empire to abandon its employees. God knows if the princess suddenly went crazy and wanted to feel like a sister in front of the cocoon girl, so she brought the heavenly army to attack.

As for resistance? Forget it!

She wasn't a blade cultivator, so surrendering offered her a chance of survival. Besides, the princess had a pair of beautiful feet, so raising the white flag would be somewhat humiliating for her, but a win and a loss wouldn't be too bad. It was just that her sisters would have to suffer.

Hestia didn't know that Chloe's mental activities were so rich. Seeing that this moth heir had such serious discrimination against rats, she looked down on him in her heart.

Of course the princess also looks down on the rat people, but she is the princess, a noble Celestial Dragon, and the rat people are the servants of the Celestial Dragon, the beasts that follow their horses around. It is natural for the master to look down on the slaves. How can you, a country girl, be so arrogant?

This is really unfair to Chloe. After all, discrimination against ratmen is present in all aspects across the continent, even more so than against goblins.

After all, goblins have been doing business for generations, so they can really spend money. What do ratmen have? They are just poor bastards!

Not to mention the Empire's bad reputation, it is even less likely that the Rat People, who aid and abet the evil, would have a good reputation.

Hestia asked the Ratman Chief, "You speak so eloquently. How come you've been to school?"

"Yes, I have, Your Highness, Miss. I know the Divine Emperor's teachings handed down from our ancestors by heart, and I also read the Tower Weekly every day!"

"Tower Journal?" Hestia blinked.

"The magazine published by the Censorate, which promotes the miracles of the Divine Emperor and the grace and power of the Empire, is a must-read for loyal members of the Empire," Clara reminded in a low voice.

"Oh." Hestia lost interest for a moment and asked, "So, why did she want to capture you?"

"How would I know, Your Highness, Miss? I am innocent. I was just scavenging with the children and accidentally picked up some meat to feed the puppy, but then I was caught and tortured by this brutal devil! She even wanted to skin us!" The ratman chief staggered and struggled violently, but he could not break free from the spider silk.

"Hmm?" Hestia looked at Chloe seriously.

"He's talking nonsense... No, Your Highness, he's talking nonsense!" Chloe glared at the ratman leader. "You really know how to talk! It was you who fed human flesh to the ghouls and interfered with my investigation. You're full of lies and nonsense. Scum like you should be killed!"

Volume 52: The Dreamer: . Rousseau can't tell

Before Kequn Loi finished his words, Mio's fingertips had already moved the fresh spider silk three times, and the flexible threads penetrated into the skin of the ratman chief one by one, as if he was going to skin him on the spot.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" The ratman leader cried and screamed, tears falling all over the ground. "I'm not lying! Ghouls are just 'puppies', and we didn't use living human flesh, all of it was dead, Your Highness and Miss, all of it was dead!"

Hestia commanded, "Release it and let it speak."

Chloe showed an indignant look and reluctantly released the ratman leader from the cocoon.

The Ratman leader fell to the ground, dazed and disoriented, but he quickly rubbed his head and got up. He prostrated himself on the ground with a familiar kowtow, "Thank you, Your Highness, Miss. Thank you, Miss Spider Spirit... Woo woo woo, I almost thought I was going to see my grandfather!"

"No rush. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, it's not too late to see you later."

The ratman chief shuddered and kowtowed more diligently. Every time he kowtowed, he would kiss the wet ground in front of the princess's toes.

Hestia paid no attention to the rat-man's display of piety and simply asked, "What's going on with the ghouls?"

"It's like this, Your Highness," the Ratman leader said, "normally, we ratmen and ghouls don't interfere with each other. They control the cemeteries and caves, and hang out with those who play with corpses. But those guys are crazy. Some wandering loners, once they become hungry, will hunt like mad dogs, and they are always hungry..." He raised his head slightly, looked up at the princess, and said, "So, in order to take good care of His Majesty the Divine Emperor's city, we sometimes feed those ghouls who seem desperate, so that they don't affect the city's security."

Ghouls cannot assimilate infected people by biting them. There are usually two types of their birth: one is that before the deceased's soul dissipates, a ritual curse is used to forever imprison the soul in a rotting body; the other is that the soul is accidentally cursed at the time of death and cannot return to the dream home.

However, when the ghouls are extremely hungry, there is a chance that they will create a curse, which will bring some of the mutilated dead back to life. However, the bodies of those dead have mostly been eaten up, and in order to repair themselves, they must hunt frantically in an even hungrier state, or even kill each other.

Whether it's rats, humans, or zombies, they are all trying to maintain order in the underground, controlling the number of zombies and ghosts to form a delicate balance.

"What about those body parts?" Hestia asked again.

The Ratman leader kowtowed quickly and said, "We found this while scavenging. Your Highness and Miss, we dare not kill anyone!"

"You found it?"

"Yes, my lady. The people on the surface often fight and kill each other. They often sack the bodies and sink them into the sea, or cut them into pieces and throw them into the river. It's winter now. If it were flood season, it would be terrible. Once the water from the underground river pours in, wow wow wow, it's all a gift from nature! Thank the Divine Emperor for allowing us to have enough food and clothing and avoid the beatings of the furnace punishment!"

The Ratman leader danced with joy, as if remembering something, and suddenly said, "And the kind maids at the orphanage paid us to take care of those dead children!"

"Bullshit!" Chloe cursed suddenly, "It's not like I haven't been in an orphanage before. There's no way what you're saying would happen! Uh..."

After saying this, her voice suddenly choked. Noticing the princess's gaze, beads of sweat began to trickle down her forehead.

"No, you are a cannibal. You must be lying!" Chloe thought quickly and immediately changed the subject and sharpened her knife.

"Of course not. The Divine Emperor taught us that humans are noble primates and must not cannibalize each other!" The Ratman Chief said righteously, "We ratmen are also human. If we eat humans, wouldn't we become the same barbaric and inferior species as those ghouls and lizards?"

It's really hard to believe that you rat people still have someone to discriminate against.

Hestia tensed her expression and asked again, "The body..."

"Usually, they feed the 'puppies'. Some necrophiles will also try to bribe us. Ah, wait a moment!" The ratman leader's long tail swung like a top as he went into the room and quickly came out dragging a heavy wooden box. "When I was a child, I read in a book about a tax that said devout believers in the God-Emperor should pay half to the Empire. But I tried several times and was almost beaten by the soldiers in the Invalids and the Temple of Worship. So I could only save the money bit by bit and didn't know how to honor the God-Emperor. But Your Highness and Miss, you are all masters of the Iron Army. I will definitely give you the tax!"