The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 232: I will kill them all.

Desperation, fear and hunger eventually led Emmah to an unexpected place. The residence of a family that she never wanted to meet in her life. The Bumblebart’s.

Emmah had stood outside in the cold for thirty minutes, hesitant about knocking on the door of the house. Snow had buried her feet as she contemplated on coming face to face with the very man she had rejected and the woman his hand had been cut off because of her.

When Emmah became a Windrider, she had instigated Lysander to help her get rid of the Bumblebart’s. He had paid someone secretly to kill them. In the end, Mr. Bumblebart’s legs had been broken and his mother’s left hand had been cut off. If they knew she had been involved, they would probably beat her.

Nevertheless, she had decided to try her luck for she had nowhere else to turn.

She had taken a few deep breaths before knocking on the door and when it was opened, she had started sobbing immediately. Her luck had worked, only Mr. Bumblebart was home and he invited her inside. As it turned out, his mother had returned to her paternal home and she would not return to the city until the following year.

Emmah had been relieved until Mr. Bumblebert’s sinister intentions shone through the smiling invitation he had granted her as he welcomed her into his wolf den. He had been aware of what she did to escape the Windrider’s and the fact that she had stolen their family heirloom.

He reminded her that she was now a wanted thief, all that was left was for her identity to be disclosed. The price for her stay and loyalty to him was simple: her body.

not while she needed to hide and feed off of him for a while. She had thought about the

bleak. Her only option was to join the Fairfax’s. But on that night, she needed shelter. Sleeping with Bumblebert willingly was better than

a rough mattress that scratched her back as her body was plundered, Emmah thought about how she had come to such

the capital city as Roland’s savior. Sigrid Thorin had stood in her way everywhere, at the royal castle and on the mage estate. The Thorin’s had also been responsible

things that belonged to her grew in her mind. As they grew, so did the hatred which swirled liked a cyclone inside

every mage

filled with many regrets for having transmigrated

inside of her, groaning in pleasure with tears running down his eyes, she had screamed as well.

to herself. Every last Eldorian was not worthy of being alive. This continent did not deserve to exist and she would be the one to blow it all out

in the night and once before

to take anything, she simply wanted to know where Mr. Bumblebart

it was hidden with other documents under his mattress.

and then left the house. The day she had received her mother’s letter which revealed the identity of her father, she had done some research on the Fairfax’s. With phones and internet it was rather easy to keep a track of his movements. There was