The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 193: I don’t have to prove myself.

The air tingled with nerves on the edge and tension as some people stepped up one by one, taking an oath on the staff. Alistair had been the first to go, he had taken the oath with a smile on his face. If the short mage was asked to die for Sigrid, he would take the sword personally and plunge it into his own heart.

Only three people did not take the oath in the end, Brent, Taylor and Rudkip.

"What? Are you three scared?" She asked in voice that held the slightest whiff of mockery.

Brent was standing in the middle, he stepped forward to speak on behalf of his friends. "We are former knights that have faced death on a battlefield, swearing an oath of loyalty on your golden staff is not what scares us. We just don’’t know if you are worthy to be our leader. When you came along, this organization had already been formed.

We have been doing a great job of running things without getting caught. You took over forcefully and involved us in struggles that are none of our business."

Sigrid leaned forward, she raised her hand to stop Brolin whose sword was in the midst of being unsheathed. "And what is your business?" she asked curiously.

Brent looked at his friends on by one before turning to Madame Francis. "We sell wine."

Sigrid snorted. "Wine!!"

Taylor nodded, "Yes, we sell wine just as your Thorin family stocks a lot of it. Wine and cheese I believe is what is kept in your cellars and attic. Oh...and coffee....you have the most beautiful glittering coffee I have ever seen."

He was hinting at her that he knew about the gold.

"Oh." Sigrid responded lazily.

The three men shared puzzled looks, they expected her to crack because they were aware of her secret.

prime minister...."

making his threat. The blade was faster than the retired knight, a magical force accompanied it. It landed

expressed surprised. The only one that was in shock

not finished, she moved her hand around, using magic to twist

Taylor called out to

could not

not understand what a hostile take over means. I find it funny that you want me to prove myself as if I have to audition for you. I will admit that your talents are useful but to me, they are

into Brent’s abdomen. Blood spilled over his hands

other nobles, desperate to keep her secret that she would hand over the organization

that she would be so bold to kill him in front of all these

you whore..." he croaked

did not even bat an eye when she was

fell to his knees and begged, "Please, don’t kill

beg her." Brent said. He coughed three times, blood accompanied the cough. "A man’s knees should not kneel before

and laughed. "I had no idea that I was

possibility that they will turn on you. The possibility of them hindering your mission is sixty percent. Keep in mind that

"Did they serve Emmah?"

she meets them, the possibility of the

her equality hypocrite lies and these men that hated nobles believe in her. Emmah was still

was not meant to conquer these three

They arrested you, gave you a beating and had you arrested. I am surprised to see you out of prison so soon. Weren’t you supposed to be locked up for a year at

prison guards." Madame Francis