The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Dislike is an outrage.

But does she like it or not now?

Viola didn't understand, so she let the princess' fingers caress her cheek and slide slowly under her skirt. Her body didn't feel disgusted, but instead developed an unprecedented level of compliance and dependence.

Is this throbbing that matches the dream also a revelation of the glow?

"You appear to be resisting, but you're actually a greedy cat who's been wanting this for a long time, aren't you?" Hestia whispered tentatively in the maid's ear. "I'm kind of liking your coy yet enjoyable behavior."

"Uh, Your Highness, are you saying...what do you want?" The black-haired maid didn't understand the jargon and asked anxiously, fearing she would be punished for another misunderstanding.

"Isn't that why you knocked and came in?" Hestia said gently. "You are mine. You always have been, and you will always be. Feel free to speak frankly about anything you have in mind. I won't laugh at you about what happens between the curtains."

Viola tilted her head and lowered it restlessly. "I, I'm here to deliver translations to Your Highness. I've compiled some that might be of interest to Your Highness. They're all about witches, talking about their rituals and transformations. The information on worms and demons is still a little incomplete, so we'll have to wait..."

"What?!" Hestia jumped up from her chair, staring at the books on the table with burning eyes.

Viola stumbled and nearly fell. She looked at His Highness aggrievedly, savoring the excitement she had just felt, but it was abruptly cut short: "Your Highness..."

"Ok?"

"Nothing..." Viola wanted to sit in the princess's arms again and accept the caress like a cat, but she couldn't say it no matter what.

"Go out if you have nothing else to do." Hestia concentrated on the book and said in a deep voice, "I have something to do now."

"..."

Viola was silent. She tugged at the folds of her skirt and lingered for a moment, somewhat unwillingly.

"What's going on?" Hestia frowned. "Are you still busy? Aren't you here to deliver some books? Thank you for your hard work."

"..."

The maid gave a stiff smile, turned around, and walked out the door step by step with her knees together.

"Wait a minute!" The princess suddenly called her.

"Your Highness!" Viola looked back and smiled, shy and expectant, not even knowing what she was expecting.

The princess spoke solemnly:

"Remember to close the door and don't let anyone disturb you!"

Volume 55: Dreamers: . I don’t go to the mountain, the mountain goes to me

It was rare for a personal maid to be so obedient. Hestia thought that Viola had gradually adapted to the reality of being the princess's property and was willing to be "abused".

In the end, she was just so frightened that she dared not move, and she even lowered her head and thought it was a pleasure.

However, what really made the princess stop teasing was not her conscience, but what Viola brought, the ancient knowledge related to witches and witches.

Her eyes were burning, and although she didn't open the book, her soul was already filled with excitement and throbbing.

Hestia opened the catalog, which was divided into categories according to folk records, witch diaries and witch experiment reports. The last few articles were investigation reports from the perspective of ancient mystics.

Classical texts are translations, and because translation can lead to semantic distortion and loss of information, the chosen language requires careful consideration. To accurately describe a concept, translators may even use languages ​​and allusions from different cultures and ethnicities.

Only in this way can the hidden secrets be made known to the world.

"Secret treasure..."

Hestia read the obscure text in the translation and murmured softly.

These characters are mainly classical languages ​​that only nobles would learn, and some key terms are replaced by secret texts used by contemporary mystics. They originated from ancient dragons, and the outlines of the characters alone contain mystery.

If it were Chloe, she would definitely not be able to read a single word and would have to be chewed up and translated into the common language, but for Hestia it was just right.

The so-called secret treasure is the realm of ignorance that is different from the world of knowledge. It is forgotten things, concealed knowledge, hidden history, and itself, the supreme and great existence that knows everything.

He is unknown, hidden under the vast sea of ​​puzzles. Countless Tibetans have disappeared into the dust for the answers to the puzzles, and have never been seen again.

Whether the Secret Treasure is the Sudden God remains a mystery, and even its existence remains uncertain. However, just as one cannot see the air but can feel its presence in the wind, when a esoteric practitioner explores the Secret Treasure, the same touch will resonate in the soul.

Therefore, when reading books that may involve secret treasures, Hestia must maintain a high level of concentration to avoid falling into some deep and ignorant world.

Just by reading the translated version, Hestia felt a strong sense of addiction and a trance in which she could not distinguish between reality and illusion. She could hardly imagine what kind of mental state Lady Aynive was in when she completed the translation.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this hidden risk that the old woman was controlled by the witch's "echo" and almost drowned during her journey in the secret treasure.

The Witch's Book unfolded in her consciousness, and the words in the translated version met Hestia at the border of dreams. Only this time, the border no longer overlapped with the real world, but sank into a deeper dream, a deeper secret treasure.

Witches, enchantresses, mortals, secret practitioners, the vivid images flashed by like fleeting lights.

"It doesn't seem to have much value." Hestia circled her fingers around the silver hair and muttered to herself, "It's okay as a story, and it does tell many hidden secrets of history, but it doesn't help me practice at all."

Simply put, the translated version tells many stories and rituals of witches hunting secret practitioners. However, these rituals are all the witches' feelings after practicing, similar to "I ate pickled fish today, it was delicious, refreshing, and a little numb", but there is no record of the cooking techniques and processes.

Or maybe it's just -

"On the 842st of the 14th month of the year 21 Lafaan, there was a rain of frogs. I got a heart cultivator with big breasts."

"January 844, 1 Lafaan, Dragon Food. Got a moth cultivator, he has a lot of arms and is very comfortable to serve. I really want to pay my respects to that cocoon mother."

"May 849, 5 Lafaan, feeling a bit cold. I've got a life cultivator who'd rather die than submit. The Lafaan Empire is almost destroyed, so what's wrong with submitting to me? Want to die? No way!"

"June 853, 6 Lafaan, worm-cloudy. I tried to coerce a spiritual practitioner into mending a life practitioner's soul, but failed. However, I did manage to obtain a spiritual practitioner."

"May 898, 15 Lafaan, Void Light. I've already completed one thousand and one female mystics. I think I'm now a woman among women, a female among females. No one knows how to become a witch better than me, so I only have one last step left."

"Year 1, January 1st, Doomsday. The legendary Void Light has resurrected. Bastard, I'm just practicing some secret cultivation. Why did you seal me along with those old immortals?"

"Destruction Year 1, March 3nd, Ash Rain. I'm in a terrible mood. I've walked a thousand miles, and all the villages are filled with dead people. I won't live long after quitting the Witch Path. I deeply regret it."

"Destruction Year 1, March 3rd, Gray Snow. Got a lich heart cultivator, so cool, anyone who becomes a witch and gets sealed is a fool."

In the end, she was so dizzy reading that even Hestia couldn't tell whether the later log was translated by Lady Aynive, or whether it was a secret hidden deep in the text that she had unconsciously glimpsed.

You say this history is exciting, it is exciting, but this is not what she wants to see!

So what about your esoteric practice process, rituals, prayers, and mantras?

Hestia completely forgot the passage of time. She felt like she was falling infinitely, and finally, she landed in a tree house.

She sat in a small classroom. Apart from a young-looking female elder, there were only three girls around eleven or twelve years old.

There was a mirror on the table, reflecting her brown hair and black eyes - it was obviously not her.

"Secret?"

In the game, Zang Xiu has the ability to see into secrets and extract older information from traces of things, but the expression will never be as vivid as it is now.

If Hestia had not sensed the existence of the Witch Book and knew that she could quit "reading" at any time, she would have almost thought that she had fallen into the maze of secret treasures like those misguided Tibetan practitioners.

"Witches are neither a curse nor a blessing. They simply exist objectively, just as natural as us humans having two hands and two legs."

The elder woman had a gentle tone, was dignified and quiet, and wore a classical robe as light as gauze, making her look like a fairy, reminding Hestia of Iyana.

"But if it wasn't a curse, why would I be hated by everyone in the village? Why did my parents die? I, I clearly didn't want to do that... Those wanderers called me a sin..." The weak girl's eyes were filled with tears.

"That's your problem! I decide who to kill! Those mortals, like little white mice, reject you out of fear and ignorance!" The arrogant girl stood on the desk. "We are hunters. Will hunters live in harmony with their prey? You should cut off the heads of those wanderers, seal their souls into Horcruxes, listen to the revelations of the great witch, eat and chew up the sacrifices, and then sit in their place. Hehe, they will think you are a wanderer too, stupid as hell! Uh-huh-"

The female elder pointed her finger, and the arrogant girl was immediately silenced.

"Mentions of the Great Witch are forbidden in my class. You must stay after class to write a 10,000-word self-reflection. Then, come with me to the Three Holy Crowns tonight to repent." The elder woman spoke in a serious tone, then looked at Hestia. "Atheros, do you also consider your fate a blessing?"

The body Hestia was in shook its head.

The female elder asked, "Is that a curse?"

Atrous shook her head again.

"Neither a curse nor a blessing, this is the attitude a witch should have," the elder woman nodded happily and continued, "Remember, a witch's instinct will make you desire to approach a witch, to become one yourself. This is our journey towards maturity, but what we should do is not give in to desire and tyranny, but to find the right reins. Only by setting limits on yourself can you ultimately be yourself... Atroth, what is your path as a witch?"

"Have sex with a woman."

"what?"

"Sex with a woman," Atros said again solemnly. "I believe that hunting the Wanderer to approach the Veil, or drawing power from the Ritual, is not the right approach."

"But what does this have to do with your path as a witch?" The female elder wrinkled her nose, finding it hard to imagine that these were words spoken by an eleven-year-old girl.

"Witches can only inspire females with keen spiritual perception. This is our innate wisdom. Our unique souls are the medium through which we become witches," Atreus said. "In other words, being female is the first prerequisite for approaching a witch."

"Indeed." The female elder nodded.

"So, if you're not feminine enough to approach the demon girl, it's not because of your dream's fear and obstruction of the other people, but because—" Atreus said with full energy, "I'm not woman enough!"

"what?"

"You said that we witches have the gift of plundering all power, whether it's the power of the Wanderer, the life and vitality of living beings, or the laws of nature, we can all use them for our own benefit. It's just that due to different personalities and tendencies, we have a preference for different powers. I think this is precisely why some witches are not feminine enough and stray from being witches. They are too focused on feeling power and ignore the importance of themselves. That's what being a woman is!"

"No, no, no, Atroth, you must have made a mistake..."

"I'm not wrong, Master. If we can truly plunder everything, then we can naturally acquire all of their feminine qualities. Witches can't plunder witches, so we should target the female Wanderers," Atros said sincerely. "I'm still young and don't understand how to make myself more feminine, but I think if I seduce enough women, one day, it will be the witches who approach me, not me. I'll be here, waiting for them to arrive."

"!!!"

Not only were the female elders shocked, but even Hestia was amazed at the unique thinking of little Atreus.

It’s too low, sister!

But despite her admiration, Hestia still felt depressed.

So how did you finally become a witch after reading The Thousand and One Nights?

Until the end of the class, little Atreus still did not give an answer.

Just when Hestia was completely desperate, little Atros took advantage of the arrogant girl being taken away by her teacher and secretly opened the small backpack in her desk.

It was a piece of white parchment with a piece of ugly Rafaan writing on it, so crooked that Hestia could surprisingly understand it.

"1. Use a Horcrux (√) to imprison the Wanderer's spirit fetus (√); 2. Extract the spirit fetus's secret key to unlock the Dream House (√); 3. Summon the Witch's True Spirit in the Dream House (√) to navigate the Wanderer's mental journey (--); 4. Decompose the Wanderer's spirit fetus (--) and occupy the Spirit Mark (--); 5. During the True Spirit summoning period, if the corresponding sacrifice is offered, the spirit can be awakened (--)."

"Note 1: To reach the corresponding dream coordinates, you must apply for the right to use the Soul Extraction Crucible before April 4rd (√)."

Note 2:

Reference for the Witch Spirit Ritual:

"Great Witch:..."

"Dark Light Witch:..."