The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 310: Roland reads the fourth letter

Roland nodded.

He confirmed what Sigrid had already discovered when she looked into House Benwick. Before eliminating Lord Benwick, she had to know if there were others behind him that would come looking for justice or revenge.

"Until him." Roland confirmed. "He started making connections at a very young age of ten, from what I have heard. He used his connections in business to travel around the empire and beyond, studying people, learning weaknesses, collecting secrets. Then, when he was comfortable enough, he started selling his services to powerful nobles. Eventually, he found his way to the De-Kensington house and became the queen’s advisor."

"Mmmm..." Sigrid let out a skeptical sound.

"What?" Roland asked her.

"Did I forget to mention that he was working for your father the king, not your mother. Him, Romilda and the king had a secret club and they would meet up and plot how to deal with their enemies. Didn’t you ever notice that Lord Benwick did not truly help your mother in any way. For a man that passes himself off as clever, he did not even help her spread a positive reputation.

When people speak of your mother, they don’t really have much to say. All they recall about her is the fact that she was unloved, bitter and cold.

If Lord Benwick was truly helping her, he would have aided her in turning her into a sage queen. One whose good deeds would never be forgotten. She should have been the princess Diana of Eldoria."

"Princess Diana?" Roland repeated the name, frowning. "Who is that?"

Sigrid shook her head. "Just someone I heard about in a story. But you get the point that I am trying to make. He should have turned her into a queen loved by the people, adored, an icon. People remember more on consort Rina than they do on the queen. I have met three girls named Rina and not a single Maurelia. Benwick sabotaged your mother."

she had handed to him, unfolded the paper slowly and started to

[My dearest Sigrid

it has left my heart bleeding. But I know that it not because you do not wish to write back, it is

I have finally reached Eldoria. My journey from Anquiri has been perilous--bandits, treacherous trails, even a

of the dastardly fortress where they hide you from me, keeping you captive. Not even the magic of your so-called

fists and hair. They say he is a hero but what kind of hero wears silk-lined boots to avoid discomfort even in war? He is as dull as soup with no flavor and just a sprinkling of salt. His wit can

the moment your shackles fall. They will light the way as we leave this miserable land and find

Await my arrival not as a prisoner, but as a

knight, Sir Jenson

Roland bellowed. "Odious! Insipid! My wit can be

down, she was willing to wait for him to get all of his anger out. This letter had arrived just before she went to the podium for

and this one was that Lord Benwick had decided to take some jabs at the prince. He even added

thought about it, the letter was quite funny. If someone saw her reading it with a smile on her face, it would be easy to misunderstand her. Someone would assume that she was enjoying

easy to find a servant that would testify to her

bits on the floor and then

up in

son of a bitch!" Roland bellowed, punching the