The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

“The book.”

"That is the Roland family's heirloom, a fragment of the Twenty-Four Laws, a map leading to the ancient elders, and the hope for the restoration of order."

"I'm offering a bounty for clues to the elephant sacrifice of a lost elder on the Path of Order. Is it related to the Twenty-Four Vinaya Sutra?"

"That's the sacred relic of the Elders, the ancient ancestor of the Roland family..." Cynthia murmured, and suddenly her expression struggled, "Wait! You... aren't... you..." She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the princess in disbelief, her eyes filled with endless hatred and fear, "You are despicable!"

"You woke up so soon? It seems I'm still a little immature."

Hestia sighed.

If the enemy is here, perhaps you can take this opportunity to infiltrate the other person's mind.

Hestia asked, "So, you came to kill me to get clues to the Elders' inheritance?"

"Do you think we siblings are just fighting for the inheritance?" Cynthia glared at him. "The Tower oppresses the mortal world, and the Supreme Empire is a festering sore from top to bottom. From the first time I slit the Inquisitor's throat, I've been prepared to die for justice!"

"Boom."

Hestia knocked Cynthia unconscious and left the prison thoughtfully.

"Your Highness." Clara stood outside, not looking away.

"Let her live first and tell me everything else. How about the guy who burned his own internal organs?"

Clara shook her head. "He's still unable to speak. His life form has been transformed by the Dao, and using his power causes his body to enter a burning state. Lady Iyana interrupted his transformation, causing the power to backfire and severely damage his flesh and blood... This kind of inheritance that inflicts a thousand losses on itself is the first time I've seen it."

"Fool." Hestia sneered. "Let him live. Let the two siblings meet at an appropriate time. Then interrogate them separately. Let someone reliable investigate the Roland family... Forget it."

After saying that, Hestia shook her head again.

In the absence of a conflict of interest, Gao Knight is indeed trustworthy.

But if this involves the inheritance of the elders of the Path of Order, then not to mention the high knights, even the emperor would probably pounce on it like a mad dog.

As a witch who cannot practice Taoism, the inheritance of the elders is indeed a bit useless to her, but this may become an important bargaining chip for her to negotiate with certain beings and gain a profit. Before that, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

However, if she has time, she can send someone to Still Bay to look for the Judgement Scepter of the Knight of Judgment, a ritual artifact left over from mythology that she can still use.

Hestia returned to the study with the seemingly ordinary Rafaan Secrets and sat by the fireplace to read.

The princess did not know the Rafaan language, but after experiencing the witch's memories from Lady Aynive's translation, she found that she could unexpectedly recognize some simple words.

However, let alone using these words to analyze the secrets hidden in the books, just reading the literal meaning of the law book is so difficult to understand.

So, Hestia tried to open the Witch Book in her consciousness, hoping to get a glimpse of the secrets hidden in the esoteric teachings in this way.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as the princess entered the Witch Book, she found that a deep shadow was enveloping her and the entire room.

She suddenly understood where the shadow that had helped the two young assassins find their way and had been hiding in the dark was.

When the princess regained consciousness, she was about to leave quietly, but she saw shadows spreading out of the book of law like a tide, pulling her into an unknown area.

Countless broken mirrors presented the distant past, and fleeting scenes flashed before her eyes. Hestia found herself in a strange space that was out of geometric structure. The "zigzag" stairs and "spiral" earth presented a bizarre and magnificent city.

The city is gloomy and lifeless, as if shrouded in eternal haze, empty and desolate.

And she is just a tiny ant in the city.

Countless confused souls passed by.

"Hee hee hee."

The cold and cruel laughter became the only melody in the dead silence.

This space was more complex than the Dream Realm where Qiu Su had "imprisoned" her. Hestia calmed down and interacted with the Witch's Book. Only after confirming that she could open a tunnel into the Dream Realm through the Witch's Book did she feel a little relieved.

She did not escape immediately because she found that these souls trapped in the city did not seem to be lingering obsessions, but spiritually complete real things. It was just that their wisdom had been erased over the long years, leaving only numbness.

Therefore, she has the responsibility to help the innocent people get rid of their suffering.

Hestia looked around, her voice scornful overshadowing her laughter:

"You don't even dare to confront me head-on. Do you think this sneaky trick will work against me?"

"Hehehe." The laughter continued, sometimes far away, sometimes near. "Don't waste your energy. Even if the Twenty-Four Laws are only fragments, there is also a supreme barrier created by the elders. This is a kingdom of order and curses. The Law Officer and the Inquisitor may still have a way to break it, but you... can't get out."

Suddenly, a mysterious lavender color emerged from Hestia's shadow, and a tentacle covered with barbs pierced her throat.

The princess fought back with her bare hands, but she couldn't escape the pursuit of the shadow. She had no choice but to use the blade cultivator's [Phase Warp] to change her direction and land on the steep wall on the other side, temporarily avoiding the shadow's pursuit.

At this moment, a graceful figure, clad in a sheer veil, emerged, carrying the illusion of hooks on her back, resembling a deep-sea beast. Each hook carried the wailing of a soul, like a torture chamber where one cannot but wish for death.

"Dark elf?" Hestia glanced at the pale purple skin and the pair of long, pointed ears, sneering sideways. "What brings you, a lowly creature worthy of being a slave in the God's Hell?"

"Afra Manro, executive officer of the Black Hand Guild, greets Her Royal Highness." The dark elf gracefully knelt in a graceful ceremony. She slowly stood up, her back straight, her neck held high with pride. "I hope you can maintain this dignified confidence when I skin and bone Her Royal Highness."

Volume 2: Bird in a Cage: Next Update

My mental state has been very poor, and my sleep and rest schedule has been chaotic. Every day, I either feel chest tightness and palpitations or feel nauseous and dizzy on the road. I also cough and retch when exposed to cold air. I tried taking GABA to adjust my sleep and rest schedule, but after that, I woke up groggy in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. As soon as I lay down, I started to panic. The slightest turn around and the world would start to spin. I'll take melatonin next time.

I have time during the day, but my mind is a mess and I can't concentrate. I can't be fully present this month, and I may take 7-8 days off intermittently. In fact, I was confused at the beginning of the month and deleted some chapters before the settlement, so I didn't have full attendance last month.

Volume 83: Bird in a Cage: . Now it’s my turn to play!

In the secret war, the first thing to do is to be familiar with the areas controlled by the other party.

An experienced secret practitioner will never leave his advantageous environment. If he still fails to achieve the desired results in this situation, he should consider a way out.

After being assassinated, Hestia did not show any panic, but looked at the dark elf's skin.

A bright purple tinged with white, this was a sign of noble blood in the Dark Elf Kingdom and was once considered the Violet Moon. However, the Dark Elves inhabited the remote northern borders, and even though the Black Hand Guild was renowned across the Seven Seas, it was impossible for it to penetrate the interior and recruit a Dark Elf royal.

"Can the dark elves also get involved with the Black Hand Guild?" Hestia asked.

She didn't quite believe it. Even during the Empire's disintegration, the Black Hand Guild wasn't tolerated by free will, its influence still confined to the western coast of the Old World, let alone flirting with the Dark Elves. Especially since the Dark Elves were matriarchs, even if female nobles weren't first heirs, they would hold important positions in both religious and secular circles. Joining an overseas guild was simply unthinkable.

"When did the resolute and ruthless Celestial Dragons learn to stall for time?" The dark elf raised her head and sneered, her manner quite fitting of a princess. "You can get away with it for a while longer, but the longer you delay, the deeper the despair you'll experience."

Hestia tilted her head to look at the dark elf's beauty, thinking about her identity and occupation. The thin and transparent gauze dress she was wearing seemed not to be made of pure material.

Dark elves primarily follow the path of the hidden and the spirit, serving the hidden treasures and the myths hidden within them. They are monks who explore wisdom, secrets, and the soul. Although they retreated to the snowy forests and mountains during the wars with humans and dwarves, they still stand as an important corner and stand on equal footing with other parties when the continent is in turmoil.

Until the expedition of the God-Emperor, millions of proud dark elves who stood on the anti-empire front were brutally exterminated. The huge kingdom fled and moved further north to compete with demons and barbarians in the ice and snow for the harsh living environment.

Considering that most elves have a long lifespan, the expedition two hundred years ago is not history to many dark elves, but a tragedy they experienced personally.

"Afra Manro, right? The Empire has no grudge against you. Why are you targeting an underage girl like me?" Hestia asked knowingly.

The dark elf's mouth twitched slightly, a barely perceptible venom flashed across his eyes. He sneered, "It's alright. I'll keep your head and soul from now on. I'll imbue you with wisdom on behalf of the tower, allowing you to reflect in the endless darkness."

"You're just a lowly creature, unfit to be my target in the palace?" Hestia sneered. She reached out and grabbed pieces of broken granite bricks, and a stone stick was formed.

[Heterogeneous Assembly] is one of the three secret arts left by the elven mechanics. Its effect is the splicing and coupling of objects. Combined with the Seal of Decomposition, it can create many functional tools. However, for Hestia, it is more meaningful to hit the opponent on the head with a stick instead of wasting her spiritual energy on playing tricks in actual combat.

She is now a lower-ranking apprentice of the High Knight [Iron Seat Knight]. She has the blood of a celestial dragon and the body of a witch. Her resistance to the mystic arts has become as strong as a tortoise shell. With the blessing of the tower, every move she makes has the effect of breaking the law.

Seeing the emperor's daughter's gesture, Afulula narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to peek into the soul behind the layer of order.

"You are not using the secret technique of the High Knight."

After saying that, she pointed her index finger at the princess, and the world in the book began to move like a huge mechanical structure. The earth dispersed, the sky moved down, and several cursed ghosts leaped over.

Disease, poison, hypothermia, dissolution. The souls of the entire neighborhood seemed to be infected by the curse, showing varying degrees of misery and wailing.

Hestia stepped back and swung her staff. The power in her hand was extremely disproportionate to the girl's physique, and a thunderous sound burst out. The ethereal ghost that was hit first had its bones and skull broken, and bright red spiritual fluid spurted out of its brain, filling the air with a misty red mist.

Another ghost wrapped around her left arm, immediately causing an allergic rash on her skin.

The princess waved her arms to disperse the ghost, and frowned slightly when she saw it solidifying in the distant sky.

But the caution in Aphra's eyes was even stronger than hers. The dark elf saw that not only did the silver-haired dragon's skin not fester to the bone due to the demon's curse, but the rash on the back of his hand under his sleeve healed rapidly in a short period of time.

While the dark elf was thinking, Hestia moved lightly and dispersed the remaining ghosts in an instant.

The two men, one in heaven and one in hell, stared at each other, with no signs of further attack.

"Can you command the spirits in this book?" Hestia asked.

"Your power doesn't resemble that of a High Knight, at least not entirely." Aphra said to herself.

Both of them were wary of each other's trump cards and were thinking about ways to restrain themselves.

"Isn't it a bit shameless for an assassin from the Realm of Understanding to play such tricks on a little girl like me?" Hestia chuckled softly. "Do you really believe that I will open this book alone?"

Aphra remained silent, but once again drove the ghosts to harass. Dozens of ghosts with different characteristics mutated, like evil creatures crawling out of the abyss, roaring and attacking the solitary princess.

The princess licked her red lips, her eyes shrewd, and immediately disappeared into the end of the alley, twisting and turning among the stone buildings as if she was fleeing.

At this moment, Aphra's chuckle came from the sky:

"I know your character, Hestia Lorraine Herboeus. I understand people like you better than anyone else. You are always arrogant, conceited, and ambitious, thinking you have everything under control. However, you don't understand that none of this truly belongs to you. You are not the master of power, but only a slave to it. When setbacks shatter your self-confidence, you will find yourself with nothing. And I look forward to seeing your dignity shattered."

Hestia cursed inwardly, "Stupid!" and then heard the voice from heaven continue to mutter to itself:

"The Roland family is descended from the elders of the Rafaan era. In the eyes of these people, the Tower is nothing more than a usurper of oppression and violence. Geno Roland and Cynthia Roland pursue order and justice. With just a little coaxing, they can embark on a journey north to slay the dragon with great ambition."

"They should be self-aware."

Hestia smashed the weathered window, held the stick flower in one hand, and looked around.

The ghosts didn't seem to catch up, but soon her spiritual sense sent her a fatal omen.

"Of course they do, but they trust me more!"

Suddenly, a cold and charming voice came from behind, and Aphra attacked the princess. A huge group of tentacles floated outside her gauze skirt, and each tentacles had countless sharp barbs, hanging with wailing undead souls.

Just listening to those screams, Hestia felt as if her soul was being torn apart.

Hestia activated her secret technique, instantly disappearing from her original position and reappearing behind Aphra.

The stick swung down, and the dark elf disappeared like a bubble, replaced by a ghost with pus exploding.

The stone stick instantly decomposed and solidified into a thin wall, blocking the splash of venom.

Princess Wu once again changed her position and jumped from the aura of ghosts and spirits rushing in from all directions to the bell tower.

"Castling."

Hestia looked at the dark elf in the distance and knew that the dark elf had just switched places with the ghost.