The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 313: The night assault.

The village was quiet, as with most small places like this, the residents had turned in already. Lord Benwick’s fortress stood like a dark sentinel against the moonlit sky. He had done the work for Sigrid and her team by choosing an isolated manor to rent, one that was away from all prying eyes. He guarded it highly as if it were the royal castle itself, knights patrolled the outer walls, above and below.

Two hidden mages were on the property, one inside and one on the wall, waiting to deal with all the enemies of the Lord that hired them.

With all the precautions he had taken, the anonymous mages had a feeling that the man had made some pretty powerful enemies to be wary all the time. Even a bird flying over the manor caused him to hide. If any attempted to land on his walls, it had to shot immediately and then inspected for any magical abilities or whether it was carrying any messages.

Everyone that worked in the manor was required not to have a phone. Frequent inspections were done to ensure that this rule was followed.

Lord Benwick had enemies, and these enemies were dangerous.

He was right to worry for tonight, his enemies had struck, arriving in the shadows, unseen even by the mages he had hired. Sigrid, the leader of the charge was draped in a midnight black cloak like the rest of the mages.

"Remember," she told them, "Be swift and merciless. Anybody whose heart cannot take on this task should stay back to avoid burdening the rest of us."

Nobody stepped back, it was a sign that all of them were willing to follow her. Sigrid nodded at Veylin and he extended the shadow to the wall. They approached it, covered by darkness.

The lord mage was the first to strike feeling the wall for magic. "You were right your highness, he has wards."

Sigrid smirked. As soon as Roland told her about the hidden past of House Benwick, she realized that it was possible that Lord Benwick had more secrets he was hiding, magic related secrets. In all of his eyes of travel, he had to have come across some mages in other lands. A man like him would have found all ways to protect himself.

"Break them." She told the Lord mage.

ask twice." He said

controlled the wind and sent out sleeping bell vines that up the walls, creeping to wards the knights. The

unseen as it was fast. The lord mage touched his wand to the wall, sending a pulse of

knights inside. They were small fish, easy to dispense with, the battle only became much more serious when they entered the manor and faced the two hired mages--one wielding ice and

and

"Not." Mauve chuckled.

on an ice lake, ropes of flame slicing through the walls, lightning splitting furniture apart. The knights without magic suffered the most harm as the battle raged on. Lord Benwick had not chosen these mages carelessly, he had picked from the best of

But he underestimated Sigrid.

wave of her hand, and a single command, a string of power escaped from her, turning into physical chains that wrapped around the legs of

by an

the other like a king of a powerful realm. In one hand he had a glass of wine and the other was resting on the

her grandfather, the others stood behind Sigrid like loyal servants. She retrieved her fan

she said to Lord Benwick, "Your

her, eyes irreconcilable to the results of the battle. "I know things, things that

that she did not necessarily need to know those things. Lord

you understand now the difference between loyalty and submission? You are loyal, he

the blade. He truly wished that he could use it to stab

smiled, curiosity glistening in her eyes.