The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Newspapers and documents were blown onto the dining table by the wind. Hestia was no longer surprised by Iyana's invisible and formless fairy companions, so she picked up a morning newspaper and read it.

The front page showed a bloody scene.

At about ten o'clock last night, a group of vicious criminals broke into Viscount Helmworth's ball and brutally but efficiently killed all forty-seven nobles present, including a low-level prosecutor from the Inquisition. The criminals then occupied the port near the castle, looting and burning all the supplies.

No one except the rebels of free will would dare to be so rampant.

"Look at how sinister these rebels are. They act as if they can starve the people of Yunding City to death by doing this."

Hestia smiled indifferently and was not angry about the death of a viscount.

The rebels only plundered the suburban ports. As long as the city port area and Yunding Pass were still under the control of the empire, they would not be able to cut off the city's supplies.

What's more, there are mountains of grain in Yunding City. As early as several months ago, far-sighted grain merchants seized the opportunity of this day and made arrangements in advance in order to provide emergency relief at the critical moment.

As for grain prices?

The so-called emergency relief does not help the poor. If you think it is expensive, I'm sorry, it must be that you are not in urgent need of it. First think about why others can afford it.

Grain merchants once held their ground, their backers the vast aristocracy. The military, from generals to soldiers, controlled land. The more expensive grain became, the greater the profits shared by all. And if anyone had a backer, the Imperial Princess was theirs.

But now, even though the rebels have killed several nobles and implicated countless wealthy businessmen, the Governor's Office and the military are still as stable as a rock, and only exercise very limited control over the unrest in the lower city.

Even the Inquiry Office, which has essentially controlled the security forces of Genting City, remained indifferent, which made all the wealthy celebrities feel uneasy, fearing that their entire family would be on the headlines one day.

Therefore, the princess easily took advantage of the intimidation of the rebels to buy grain from grain merchants at a fair price to supply the temple and charity hall.

Since the Empire only has the Church of Radiance as a half-state religion, the Emperor has faith but no systematic priesthood system. Therefore, in the past few days, Hestia has transferred the ratmen she met in the sewer to the charity hall to preach.

The devout ratmen were quite useful. Every refugee who received relief had to listen to the simple argument of "the God-Emperor is good, the rebels are bad". After repeating it for a long time, almost everyone formed the following view -

The reason why Yunding City is deteriorating is due to the rebels' day and night sabotage.

No matter how credible this is, Her Royal Highness the Princess really does provide meals!

What does the rebel party give? Freedom?

"But why would the rebels do this?" Viola asked blankly. "Don't they claim to be the people's rulers?"

Hestia raised an eyebrow. "Who told you this nonsense?"

"I, I occasionally heard..."

Viola didn't dare say that this was something her best friend often said. Whenever she had the chance, Domise would instill in her all sorts of ideas about the Empire's sinister nature. The dark-haired girl took it to heart like a story, and she once felt that it was the Empire's tyranny that caused everything.

But who can represent the Empire? Her Highness not only built the temple to feed tens of thousands of laborers, but also provided free bread to the hungry. Is this the "tyranny" of the Empire?

Viola felt that the empire's original intention must be good, but a few termites spoiled the whole thing.

"Remember, the worst order is better than no order at all," Hestia emphasized. "And the fundamental purpose of free will is to destroy order. Their leaders are secret cultivators, so they can naturally profit from chaos, but mortals don't have that ability."

"The worst order is better than no order..." Viola chewed over the princess's words and nodded in agreement.

"When you become a noble, you also have the obligation to look after your subjects and people. Without an emperor and nobles, the common people will be like lambs without a shepherd, and will be carried off by evil wolves with ulterior motives." Hestia chewed the black pepper-flavored fried lamb chops carefully and gave earnest advice.

"So, Your Highness's good deeds are your duty?" Viola was solemn, and only then did she understand the nobility of the Celestial Dragons.

"Of course. I, the princess, love my people like my own children. Guarding them is my duty, bestowed upon me by the God-Emperor. The same applies to you." Hestia pointed at the maid with her pinky finger. "If you behave well, I will grant you a piece of land and make you a noble. Will you be a good lord?"

"I, I will also love the people like my own children!" Viola said seriously, completely ignoring the fact that the princess had always called them "pariahs."

Becoming a respected nobleman, showing kindness to the poor and leading them to a bright future, this perfectly fits a girl's heroic self-fantasy.

She believes in glory and naturally has a sense of responsibility to redeem herself and the world.

"By the way, how's your move going?" Hestia asked.

"Mom and Dad haven't decided yet. We've lived here for a year and have been taken care of by so many people. Saying goodbye like this is a bit..."

"The land I enclose for you is fertile, safe, and far away from the hustle and bustle. There is also a special security company stationed there."

"I know, Your Highness, but we owe many favors. If possible, my parents would like to open a textile factory to help those who have lost their livelihoods to start anew..."

"?" Hestia tilted her head.

Sister, are you sure your parents didn't make a mistake?

Even at the most prosperous time, a dream is no more than the freedom to farm a few dozen acres of land. Why would someone abandon tens of hectares of fertile farmland and hundreds of serfs and go off to start a business?

Seeing the princess's strange look, Viola quickly explained: "Well, some ladies in the community will also invest money, so they won't do anything wrong."

Hestia understood.

It turns out that I was fooled.

But she was too lazy to care about such things. She just wanted to make sure that her little maid and her family would not be killed by some blind imperial lackey.

"Your Highness, Knight Commander Clara requests an audience."

Just then, Iyana came out with several plates of floating desserts and whispered beside the princess.

"Just let her in."

Hestia didn't really care about etiquette or occasion. She wore a morning gown and met Clara directly in the restaurant.

The news brought by the Knight Commander was an urgent message. That very night, rebellions of varying sizes broke out in various parts of Yunling. The rebels were mainly active in small towns far away from the city, posing a great threat to transportation in various places.

This matter should have been decided by the Governor-General, but Adrian Hesse saw the princess's desire for power and therefore did not dare to send troops without authorization.

The empire's territory was vast; the Yunling Mountains alone stretched for thousands of miles. This vast territory and bloated administrative structure limited the empire's effective rule to the major urban areas. Due to this lack of governance, each time the empire suppressed a rebellion, it had to completely de-urbanize one or two towns. Once the rebels had no place to cause trouble, the rebellion naturally ceased.

But the princess's recent actions and the worm plague made Adrian Hesse believe that His Highness was unwilling to commit mass murder in Yunling.

"You're asking me about such a trivial matter?" Hestia said with amusement. "Just tell the Iron Army to clean up the corpses and prevent a secondary disaster caused by the undead. Anyone who challenges the majesty of the empire will have their claws chopped off."

"Yes, Your Highness." Clara was also decisive.

At this moment, Hestia had a flash of inspiration and asked, "How many factions of the Yunling Iron Army belong to the Tingsen family?"

"Thirty to forty percent of the officers are promoted from the Tinson family," said Clara.

"What about you? What faction are you from?"

Hestia looked amused.

According to Nightingale's intelligence, the Tingsen family is likely to interfere with the throne and stand on the side of the Crown Prince, so she has to carefully consider the positions of other factions in the military.

For example, Clara.

"Your Highness, I come from humble origins. I was promoted by Commander Trolo and am honored to serve Your Highness as his loyal servant." Clara knelt on one knee and spoke forcefully, "The High Knights have no followers. If they do, they are likely minions of the Celestial Dragons. If they do, they are likely the subjects of Your Highness the Princess!"

Hestia raised her eyebrows and looked at this magnificent woman, who even the ogre felt inferior to her, with new respect.

As expected, becoming a Knight Commander doesn’t just depend on fighting skills.

Flattering the superiors and pleasing the inferiors is also a compulsory course for high knights.

"So, who is the main supporter of the highest-ranking military official in Yunling?" Hestia admired her slender fingers, seemingly nonchalant.

In the past, "she" would paint her pink nails with oil paint, but unfortunately the "princess" didn't like these fancy things.

"No one." Clara raised her head and said cautiously, "Your Highness, the Imperial Palace will not allow the entire military to obey the same person."

Hestia nodded.

In other words, the military district general and the Tingsen family do not get along, or at least are in a competitive relationship.

The highest commander of a local military region has 30 to 40 percent of his subordinates being other people's wives. No normal person could tolerate this, let alone a high knight.

"I will write a written order in the name of the Sixth Princess of the Empire and the Supervisor of Yunling, dispatching members of the Tingsen clan to suppress the rebellions in various locations, including Noelle Tingsen." Hestia's eyes revealed murderous intent. "Please give my regards to the General. When the time is right, I will personally visit and express my gratitude."

Volume 59: Dreamers: . Abandoned Dog

The sword flashed with a cold light, the snow and hail shone brightly, the hazy morning light reflected a dazzling scarlet, and the hot blood solidified in the cold snow mud.

Matildahl Miller shook off the blood drops on the sword blade, sheathed the sword, and looked down excitedly at the two lifeless polar tundra wolves in the arena.

This kind of wolf lives widely in the vast uninhabited areas in the northern part of the empire, the Evernight Forest where the dark elves live, and the icy and snowy areas north of the northern part. The leader of the pack will evolve brow bones that are strong enough to affect the temperature under a mysterious group howling ritual, and has initially stepped into the threshold of Warcraft.

The two polar tundra wolves that Matildahl Miller dealt with were not considered monsters, but each was 150 cm long and weighed 70 kg. They were cunning and cruel. If she had been like this a week ago, even if she had carried a gun, she would have become a meal for the wolves.

"This is the power of secret cultivation..."

She carefully felt the vigorous energy within her body and realized the meaning of "the only one who is me" as Noelle said.

The path of order pursues the mastery of worldly order, and the smallest order is the shell that allows each person to experience and transform the world.

She followed the ritual steps instructed by Instructor Noelle, bathed in the red river beneath the magnificent tower, and became an apprentice of the tower, a [warrior]. This brought her physical improvement, while also allowing her to elevate her control over her body to an unparalleled level, allowing her to perform many difficult moves that she had never dared to imagine.

Because of this, she was able to break the encirclement of the two wolves and kill them even though her physical fitness was far inferior to that of the polar tundra wolf.

"I can do it. If Her Highness knew how strong and brave her puppy had become, she would definitely change her mind!"

Matildahl believes so firmly.

Perhaps, the Big Bitch and the Little Bitch were far more beautiful than her, and used shameless secret techniques to seduce His Highness, but Matildaal believed that His Highness was still the same His Highness, and that vulgar women were only fit to be playthings. As a Celestial Dragon and the successor to the Iron Throne, what His Highness truly favored must be blood-soaked warriors and unparalleled generals.

Don’t you see that when His Highness travels, the person he usually takes with him is not an elf or a pariah, but the majestic Knight Commander Clara?

"Congratulations."

The breeder walked in expressionlessly, with an unshaven beard and looking somewhat absent-minded.

"Go on, next I want to challenge the saber-toothed tiger." Matildahl's wrists were shaking. Killing the polar tundra wolf had exhausted her physical strength, but she was so excited that she felt she could do anything.

The keeper said, "The saber-toothed tiger is one of the princess's favorite fighting beasts. Regardless of whether you can defeat it or not, if you arrange a saber-toothed tiger fight without asking for permission, both you and I will lose our heads."

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that!" Matidal was furious.

A mere beastman is worthy of being compared with the princess's puppy?

You'll lose your head! Your whole family will lose their heads!

Suddenly, the wind and sand blew violently, and a cry sounded from the sky. A beast with a bird's head, an eagle's beak, a lion's mane, and a wolf's tail glided down, and its strong and powerful forelimbs with razor-sharp claws swooped down.

"Go away!"

Mati Dalbo swung his sword angrily.

"clang!"

There was a sharp sound of metal clanging, and Matildahl's hands lost strength, and the sword flew backwards. The unshakable force dislocated her wrist. If she had not become an apprentice of secret cultivation and her control over her muscles and bones had not been greatly improved, relieving 70% of the force, the girl's arm might have been broken.

"ah!"