The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Seeing that Aphra remained silent, Hestia patted her face and said, "Why, was I right?"

"If you don't kill me now, one day..."

Aphra gritted her teeth and stopped talking. She knew that any threat she made would be as weak as paper, and any barking she made would be nothing but empty noise to the dragon.

"Tell me your story. Once you've told me your story, I'll heal your leg."

Hestia played with the elf's weakness and stubbornness. She admired the other party's shame, anger and shock, and wondered how she would face it if it was herself or the princess who was defeated?

If she weren't a princess, she'd probably be living a life of drunkenness and debauchery in the Perfume Club, instead of making enemies everywhere. If she were a princess... Aphra would probably have to face not only a true Tyrannosaurus, but also an even more advanced Golden Worm.

"This dress of yours is quite nice. Since your soul has been drained out, I will take it to someone to verify its origin." Hestia suddenly said.

Aphra's eyes widened in anger: "Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! What are you doing! Get out! I'm warning you——"

She could clearly feel that the evil dragon was not stripping off her clothes at all.

"Didn't I tell you?" Hestia raised her eyebrows, her smile cruel and sinister. "I still have some cards to play."

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PS:

I wrote 10k words for this chapter. This month I should only be able to write 8 to 10 words. I will use the remaining time to rest and leave the rest to fate. After all, I only have one month's food money left.

Volume 84: Bird in a Cage: . How can a gangster girl compare to a good girl?

After Hestia deprived Aphra of her power, Mengsu vaguely opened a colorful door for her. On the other side of the door was a bizarre world mixed with fantasy and nonsense.

She knew the path behind the door.

The path to hidden spirits, the path to true spirits, the dream builder.

Once upon a time, the dark spirits of the universe controlled the dreams of the night, until they were slain by the God-Emperor Mio, and their physical forms were submerged in the tower's pervasive light.

Perhaps because of this, Hestia felt a sense of fluctuating state in Aphra's realm. She could clearly sense the Dark Elf Yumengsu's beacon crossing the threshold of understanding, yet invisible shackles cursed her like a thorn in her flesh, preventing her from fully exerting her power.

The reason why Hestia stripped off Aphra's clothes was that she sensed the "hidden" property of the gauze skirt.

Amid the dark elf's struggles and kicks, Hestia stripped it completely off from head to toe. After thinking for a moment, she draped the light and transparent gauze dress over her body.

Instantly, she felt her existence grow thinner, the invisible shackles suddenly dissipating. This gauze dress, which once held tens of thousands of suffering souls, had nearly dried up due to the Witch's Book.

After the plunder, Hestia stopped suppressing Aphra and instead maliciously admired the dark elf's body. Amidst the shrouds of purple hills and lush white fields, the Dark Elf wasn't as strong as the Tyran elves, steeped in coal and oil, nor as agile as the High Elves who hunted in the grasslands and forests. The assassins of the Black Hand Guild possessed a delicate delicacy belying their title, much like their elven servant-mother, Iyana Star-Moon.

This is one of the characteristics of the dark elf nobility. They are knowledgeable scholars and priests, and are not known for wars and private fights.

But if anyone thinks that such a race is weak and can be bullied, they will definitely be tortured by the most vicious, insidious, cruel and despicable means until they beg for death.

Aphra, no longer suppressed, allowed the Dragon Princess to watch, her face filled with shame and anger. She crawled out of the blood, covering her delicate body and private parts, staring at the cold silver figure with resentment.

The broken knee joint made her "upright" posture look extremely miserable, but she still tried her best to straighten her body and refused to kneel down in submission to the butcher's descendants.

"I am going to kill you."

Such harsh words may no longer have any meaning, but other than that, Aphra didn't know how to face a dragon with strange abilities.

"You can try, but I'm too magnanimous to kill you."

Seeing the princess's playful and malicious expression, Aphra's face changed instantly. For a moment, no less than a thousand cruel tortures from the dark elves flashed through her mind, those tortures from body to mind, the destruction from soul to spirit, and the humiliation from personality to dignity. No one understands the true meaning of "being unable to die" better than the dark elves.

"Do you think that torturing me will make me do what you want?"

Aphra sneered, observing the environment at the border and a precious dagger at her feet that the princess had thrown away after taking off all her clothes.

"You can change it to a cage with a mountain word," Hesterinya said, as if she was weighing a fine collection. "Possession, I possess you. How about this?"

"ridiculous!"

Aphra appeared ferocious on the outside, but her heart was cold as ice. She knew he wasn't joking, and the humiliation of being enslaved by the Imperial Dragons was far more difficult for her to accept than being made into a human pig and soaked in poisonous acid.

Dark elves have been aware of death since the day they were born.

"I kill you--"

Aphra shouted, suddenly bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, unsheathed it and swung it.

Hestia was enjoying the dark elf's performance at her leisure, but she found that Aphra did not pounce on her, but stabbed her heart with the tip of the dagger!

"No lynching!"

Hestia recited one of the most basic laws of the empire. This was not a magical power bestowed by the Great Witch, but rather [Punishment of Judgment], the most basic secret technique of the Inquisitor.

With her spirituality weakened, Aphra is almost no different from a mortal. Her spirit may still be able to maintain its independence due to her strong will, but her body's resistance to mystical arts is close to zero.

The moment the princess made the announcement, the dagger sank an inch into her delicate chest and froze along with the flowing blood.

"Want to commit suicide? Humph!"

Hestia snorted in dissatisfaction.

I almost got tricked by this purple-skinned puppy that I hadn’t even started yet!

If Aphra committed suicide, the princess would have no way to save her. Even if the Witch Book took her soul, it would only leave a pure, empty spirit.

Aphra maintained a fixed posture, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, her light purple complexion turning pale. "If you don't kill me, you will definitely regret your decision today!"

Hestia walked over and pulled out the dagger, then used the power of order to fix Aphra's wound to prevent it from getting bigger.

The princess pinched the purple jade red handle hard, staring intently at Aphra's trembling pupils. She chuckled and said, "I've heard that the dark elves have always been masters of torture. Over 90% of the Empire's punishments are inspired by you... How do you think I can tame a wild horse?"

"You'll regret this." Aphra gritted her teeth.

"Oh?" Hestia twisted the soft jade, causing blood to pool beneath the torn nerves. "Tell me how you regret it?"

Aphra groaned in silence, the severe pain allowing her to more clearly hate the evil enemy before her.

Seeing this, Hestia realized that pain could not conquer this purple serpent.

Even if she used a kitchen knife to cut Aphra into pieces and marinate them raw, the dark elf would not utter a word to beg for mercy.

Dark elves are natural butchers and masters of torture. Throughout history, countless ethnic groups have been studied, transformed, and exterminated by them. Even those who practice flesh and blood alchemy have to draw experience from the biological secrets left by the dark elves.

If she were still an electronic moth cultivator, she would have stayed as far away from such a poisonous snake as possible, but perhaps it was because of her royal personality that Hestia was not afraid of it. Instead, she felt a sense of pleasure in its cruelty.

When it comes to evil vendettas, whether out of past morality or the character of a princess, she can vent her desires and violence without reservation.

However, Aphra was as exquisite as porcelain, and while Hestia admired her, she couldn't bear to see any real flaws on her.

Moreover, the origins of this dark elf are worth investigating.

"Tell me what I should do with you?"

The princess reached down with her bare fingers, plucked leaves from the forest, knocked on flowers and drew water from the stream, and stopped at the pass near the gate.

"I'll kill you."

Afu'la's eyes were filled with a burning molten slurry. She was unable to offer any resistance, but hatred and resentment burned like weeds, unable to be eradicated.

"I look forward to that day."

Hestia sniffed the faint fragrance on Aphra's cheek, licked the honey on her fingers, and gently kissed the dark elf's plump lips.

The princess chuckled and said, "We still have plenty of time, so there's no need to rush. Delicious food should be savored at the most enjoyable moment, isn't that right?"

"You, rotten, bitch!"

He hurled a dark elf-like insult and bit the tip of the princess's nose with his silver teeth, but was easily dodged.

Hestia didn't quite understand what he was saying. She just smiled faintly, frowned, and muttered to herself, "But placing you there is a problem. You're so energetic and like to bark. I'd have to build a carefully crafted dog cage."

She first thought of the Witch's Book, but the boundary, once opened, would overlap and become fixed within the surrounding spacetime, making it not a conventional containment space. Unless she left the Witch's Book at the villa, the moment the secret book was closed, the unrecorded contained object would return to the material world.

Therefore, Aphra's view of the Borderland as a prison was incorrect. At most, it was a Hall of Valor, where only the dead were allowed to enter.

However, the souls in the book certainly do not deserve the treatment of "heroic spirits".

"There should be a way to record and store the actual objects."

Muttering, Hestia closed the Witch Book in her mind and took Aphra back to the study.

On the table, the law collection passed down by the Roland family has become an ordinary book. The secrets hidden in it have been absorbed by the Witch's Book, and there are no longer any secrets.

The window of the study was slightly open, and the cool evening breeze blew on Aphra's bloody wound. The unrestrained shame made her subconsciously shrink her shoulders and curl up her body.

She wanted to put on a revealing garment, but she knew that if she asked the dragon for anything, he would take the opportunity to humiliate her.

As a dark elf, no one knows better than her how to tame a wild and unruly horse.

Aphra watched the princess, wary of the dragon's every move, as she rummaged through boxes and took out a set of dusty collars and gags.

"Click."

Hestia tied Aphra's slender neck and pulled the dog leash, causing the unbalanced dark elf to stagger and kneel on the ground. His already broken leg became even more miserable and he completely lost consciousness.

"Ah, sorry."

Hestia gave Aphra a "strengthening" to make her delicate body, which was no different from that of a mortal, a little more durable.

Aphra was surprised that there was such a thing in the princess's study, and glared at her: "If you don't kill me now, you will definitely-"

"Regret, I know, I regret it now."

Upon hearing this, Aphra was not frightened, but a glimmer of hope and longing for death flashed in her eyes.

But then Hestia said calmly, "I regret not asking Sister Lenti for a few bottles of secret medicine this day. Otherwise, I would have tried them all on you just now."

"You can try, but if I'm not poisoned, I'll make you pay for it sooner or later—"

"Who said I was going to poison you?" Hestia whispered into his ear. "How many of Moth Cultivator's aphrodisiacs have you tried?"

"Bitch nest!"

Aphra was both ashamed and angry, and quickly opened her ears. She tried to retreat, but her legs had already been broken in the process of resisting the order. She could only curl up, kneel on the ground and bark and curse.

Hestia shrugged and put on the gag, leaving only sobbing and wailing in the room.

She was not in a hurry to feed the dark elf the medicine, but pressed the crystal button on the desk. In just a few breaths, a beautiful figure in emerald green emerged from the vortex.