The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

The next moment, two figures flew in again.

Clara kicked the window and broke it, causing the entire wall to collapse, and she walked into the store on the broken glass.

"My shop..." Odile felt her breathing almost stop.

The sorority would not reimburse for such a major property loss - she herself was a wealthy woman who reimbursed others, and was one of the sorority's sources of income. As the head of the household, she knew how expensive fuel and food were. Those little sluts could have fun everywhere, and all of it was funded by her!

No one cared about her loss, not the High Knight, not the Princess, and Iyana might have sympathized, but her attention was all on the Princess.

"Hello, we meet again." Hestia smiled as she approached the two assassins. "I heard there's a bounty on my head, but if that's all you're capable of, I'm afraid you won't even be able to take a single hair of mine."

"Bah, do you think we do this for fame and fortune?"

The beautiful woman spat at the princess, her saliva flying everywhere, but the princess blocked it by grabbing the embroidered cloth from the rack and stuffing it back into her throat with the cloth.

“Mmm…Mmmmm!”

The woman struggled. The sternum that had been broken by Clara's kick was healing rapidly. She regained some strength and picked up the rapier on the ground, ready to fight back.

"Om!!"

The noise entered her mind, and the princess swung a stick at the woman's forehead. She used her power to strengthen the stick, but it still broke into two pieces under the blow.

"Who are you? Tell me, or keep silent?"

The woman felt dizzy and spat out the embroidered cloth from her mouth. She cursed in a daze, "Evil dragon, poisonous scorpion, you will suffer... Ugh!"

"What a handsome face, but what a mouth. Tell me." Hestia looked at the man beside her, only to see that his body was red and he was spewing ashes from his mouth. She shook her head and said, "Well, I can't say..."

"Your Highness, I think I know who they are." Clara looked at the two men repeatedly and suddenly said, "They are wanted criminals in the Empire, Geno Roland and Cynthia Roland. They have committed multiple serious crimes, including murdering Imperial nobles, robbing bank vaults, harboring death row prisoners, and inciting town rebellion. Over the past five years, they have traveled all the way from Kaslat to southern Fran. Their last crime was a year ago, and they have disappeared without a trace since then."

"Disappeared? Aren't you supposed to be here? Siblings, brother and sister? You look like you're still practicing the secrets of Order. Can you tell me where you came from?" Hestia examined the two, listening to their continuous sobs. She smiled a sinister, cruel smile. "It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll find a way to teach you to speak."

Volume 82: The Bird in a Cage: . The Book of the Elders

Although Iyana blocked the air circulation and extinguished the fire, the fashion store was still in a mess, especially the kick from the tall knight that almost knocked down the wall and the man.

Viola was trying on a dress in the store. When she heard the noise, she and the Yu Nu clerk came out with a confused look on their faces: "What happened?"

"The Free Will rebels are rebellious, brutally and indiscriminately attacking noble ladies." Hestia was the first to accuse him, defining tomorrow's news. She kicked the two men on the ground with their tendons severed and said with a smile, "Fortunately, they've been dealt with."

Clara leaned over and began searching the two men's belongings. "Suspicious and evil books, heretical emblems, forged documents and identification cards, a map of Cloudtop City and part of the cave structure, written by the Ratmen... Your Highness, they don't look like premeditated assassins."

Hestia shrugged.

The bounty for the assassination of the princess has only been posted for a short time, so how can it be said to have been planned for a long time?

She didn't let her guard down, but kept an eye on the movements in the neighborhood.

The spirituality of this man and woman was not obvious in the Witch's Book, and they belonged to the Path of Order, so the princess mistook them for high knights patrolling the periphery, and did not expect them to be assassins.

What really made Hestia alert was the shadow that was following her along the way.

It is hidden very deeply, like the shade of a tree under the sun. If you don't think about it carefully, it is easy to ignore it as part of the environment.

The spirituality is hidden to such an extent that even the Witch's Book cannot reveal it. It is obvious that he has bad intentions.

"No movement..." Hestia pondered, her gaze returning to the two assassins. She noticed the "evil book" Clara had pulled out and exclaimed, "The Raphaan Law Book?"

"It's Guravian writing, perhaps a cryptic book containing a hidden treasure." Iyana came closer, concentrating on examining a series of items. "The symbol style looks like Guravian heraldry, which is difficult to verify."

Clara didn't understand the words above, so she asked in a muffled voice, "Your Highness, where are these two people being taken for interrogation?"

"Lock them in the manor dungeon," Hestia said coldly, "and see if any little rats try to get them away."

Clara nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. I also suspect they have companions."

"why?"

"His Highness's schedule is irregular. How could they have happened to meet here by chance if someone hadn't secretly sent messages and monitored them?" Clara analyzed. "More importantly, neither I nor Miss Iyana noticed these two rookies' tracking before, which suggests that some other force is covering up their tracks."

Clara's analysis was exactly what Hestia had thought. The princess did not stay any longer, but tied the two dying assassins to the carriage and ordered Clara to return.

"Odile, right?" Hestia looked at the elegant woman.

"I'm here, Your Highness." Even though she had suffered an unexpected disaster, Odile could only force a smile. It was a blessing in disguise that the princess was not injured. How could she dare to ask for any compensation?

"I'll be hosting some lively dinners in the near future. Since you're good at weaving cocoons and clothes, please order ten sets for me."

Hearing this, Odile's face lit up: "Okay, Your Highness, no... As you command, Your Highness!"

But the princess had no time to appreciate the change in her expression. The tall knight waved his whip, and the wheels rolled away.

Upon returning to Yunting Villa, the two assassins were thrown directly into the Iron Guard's dungeon. While the dungeon wasn't as secure as the forest prison, it was guarded by Iron Guards, and three high knights had recently been dispatched to the area. Even if several rebel leaders active in Yunling worked together to break out the prison, they wouldn't be confident of a successful operation.

The dungeon is located in a man-made cave, and its history can be traced back to the Sun Dynasty two hundred years ago. Due to being abandoned for a long time, most areas have been converted into armories by the Iron Guards.

When Cynthia Roland woke up, she found that there was a mysterious metal chain tied around her neck. The familiar power of order was creating a seal and suppressing her power.

She tried to move her hands and feet, but the excruciating pain of torn tendons woke her up instantly. Her fingers and toes had lost sensation, as if that section of nerve no longer belonged to her.

"Jeno!"

She shouted, but only her own voice echoed in the empty cell.

Hunger, fatigue, thirst, and injuries were slowly draining her vitality.

At this moment, Cynthia noticed a plate of grilled steaks and a bowl of water in the corner. She swallowed and forced herself to look away.

As time passed, she became more and more exhausted. The unhealable injuries made her feel more sleepy than ever before. Her blood was slowly becoming unstable, and a desperate terror was sweeping through her body.

Finally, she stretched out her twisted arms and brought the plate of meat and the bowl of water closer to her.

She is a prisoner now. If the enemy wants to drug or poison her, there is no need to use such roundabout means. So, if she is going to die in the end, she might as well die of a good meal.

It was as if she hadn't eaten for days, but the simple barbecue and water made her taste so delicious that it brought tears to her eyes.

"Jeno..."

As she chewed, tears of worry fell from her eyes.

"Squeak."

When the iron gate opened, Cynthia immediately curled up in a defensive posture and retreated into the corner vigilantly.

A silver-colored girl who looked somewhat frail appeared in sight.

For a moment, Cynthia's eyes were red and she gritted her teeth: "Evil Dragon, how dare you meet me alone!"

"Why not?" Hestia said with amusement.

"If you dare to come near, I will kill you."

"That's a poor way of provoking someone." Hestia smiled as she walked over and bent down. "And then?"

"And then you die!"

Cynthia suddenly leaped up, not using her hands or shouting, but simply baring her sharp fangs and tearing at the princess' throat. The prelude of her roar, like an invisible shackle, actually stunned the princess for a moment.

"Snapped!"

In a fleeting moment, Hestia slapped Cynthia with her backhand, knocking her to the ground. The woman crawled on the ground, with blood oozing from her ears and mouth.

"I didn't expect you could borrow the power of order from the arcane lock. You must have a profound family background." Hestia took out a handkerchief and wiped the red marks on her hands.

"To the victor goes the spoils. I admit defeat." Cynthia spat out a mouthful of blood. "I never thought that besides the High Knight, you would have such a spiritual guardian."

"Don't you feel like an idiot for saying that? Who did you think you were assassinating?"

Cynthia glared at him but said nothing, just stared fiercely.

Hestia continued, "You two have no plan at all, but it certainly wasn't something impulsive, otherwise you wouldn't have predicted my whereabouts and followed me all the way to the Isle of Lydin. Someone must be helping you. Who is it?"

"Don't you think it's a bit childish to ask an assassin such a question?" Cynthia sneered, "Either you kill me or you won't get anything from me!"

"If you're so anxious to die, what about Geno? He's in a terrible state. Do you have the heart to let him live?"

"Jeno!" Cynthia was stunned, then she flew into a rage at the princess, "What did you do to my brother?!"

"It's not me who did anything to him, it's you." Hestia pointed at the grease on the corner of Cynthia's lips, "Brother tastes good, doesn't he?"

"Ugh? Ugh—" Cynthia's pupils trembled wildly. She knelt on the ground, her wrists constantly stuffed into her mouth, as if she wanted to empty her stomach with those uncontrollable fingers. Her tears fell crazily, "Beast, beast, beast, how could you—Ugh—"

She vomited up all her breakfast, and the air was filled with a sour and stinky smell that made people cover their noses.

"Of course, he's still alive, but it's hard to say what will happen next." Hestia shrugged. "And his condition isn't very good. He was flayed so badly, I'm afraid he'll be confined to bed for the rest of his life."

"I killed you—"

Cynthia rushed towards the princess, but was suddenly grabbed by the throat by the arcane chain and slipped into a pool of vomit.

Hestia didn't feel disgusted, but stepped closer, her golden eyes gleaming with scarlet. "Are you going to use my blood as a condiment for your brother? If you really want to pair it with fine wine, I can have someone send you two bottles of brandy."

"You, go, die!"

Cynthia's blood surged, the secret lock vibrated and hummed, and the stone bricks of the entire prison rubbed against each other in resonance.

"You can control matter?" Hestia's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she said angrily, "Very good, very good. Cows can chew their cud, so you should be able to repeatedly savor the taste of your brother from the undigested meat juices."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Cynthia was like a sharp blade. With a "clang" sound, the secret lock directly tore the wall apart, allowing her to pounce towards the princess by inertia.

Tear the disgusting bastards in front of you until they bleed.

"Hey..."

Fall again.

Cynthia slowly got up, her eyes full of stars, she was staggering, and her vision was filled with scarlet.

"I, killed, you..." Cynthia cried and was angry. She hated herself for not having the awareness to die together with the evil dragon in the fashion store.

The enemy still stood in the red reflection, lingering.

For some reason, she felt that her senses were completely distorted, the images were corrupted, the sounds were noisy, the memories were messy, and the touch of the world became sticky and blurry.

"I am..."

"Give it to me, and I will give you strength! Give it to me, and I will avenge you! Give it to me, and I will help you cut her into pieces!" A loud voice roared in his mind.

"What do you want?"

"Your soul, your body, the secrets of order you conceal—"

"The book?"