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."

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

[My dearest Sigrid

bleeding. But I know that it not because you do not wish to write back,

they cannot sever the bond that we have forged for each other in our souls. I write to you with good news, I have finally reached Eldoria. My journey from Anquiri has been perilous--bandits, treacherous trails, even a large baboon that bested me in combat and nearly took my arm. But, I made it beloved and now my sword sings for only one

even the magic of your so-called husband the barbarian prince will stop me. The so called

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 be outmatched by any clever sheep in the kingdom. He is not worthy of you and I shall see to it that your name and his are not tied together ever

They shall bear witness to the moment your shackles fall. They will light the way as we leave this

as a queen soon to reclaim the throne beside

devoted knight, Sir

Roland bellowed. "Odious! Insipid! My wit can

This letter had arrived just before she went to the podium for the unveiling and

some jabs at the prince.

letter was quite funny. If someone saw her reading it with a smile on her face, it would

would testify to her happiness when she read the letter. That alone could be

little bits on the floor and then pointed a wand at them.

tiny papers went up in flames very quickly, turning

bitch!"