The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 378: New Emmah, new Fox.

Roland was as drunk as a bard in a mead hall after seven rounds and one tragic ballad. When the servants brought him into the bedroom, he was sloshed, staggering and singing to Jesting about beautiful his whitish hair looked.

Jesting was mortified.

He and the servants could not hand over the crown prince soon enough to the crown princess and they could not escape fast enough after their duty was finished.

Sigrid pinched her nose when he belched and a storm’s worth of booze breath came from his mouth. She cleaned him with magic and changed his clothes. When she finally got into bed, he curled up to her like a cat seeking warmth.

"Smells good." he muttered.

Sigrid sighed. "Sleep." she patted his back gently and put him to sleep. The tiresome three days were over, it was time to rest again.

She decided to put off the plan to take on Emmah or any of the other mages that were in the empire, sniffing around for the lucky halo. Closing her eyes, she slept off.

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For Emmah Fairfax, now known as Ciara Fox, there was no sleep that night. How could she, when training to become a female knight under Dame Amelia was a life threatening experience. All wannabe knights were entitled to only six hours of rest a day. The rest of the time was dedicated to training with little breaks to eat and catch one’s breath.

pale witness to Ciara Fox’s determination. Where others were sleeping, she was facing off against five well trained female mages

gritted her teeth. Paying no mind to the crushing of her bones, she readied herself for another attack. In her mind, she reminded herself of why she had to

of her. Like the old farmer that had sold her the identity of his dead daughter that had passed in the western plague. He had

his house on fire too, leaving no traces of what

took up the sword by Dame Amelia’s side and challenged the law against women being knighted. She was stern and tolerated no nonsense of illusions. "We don’t have time for you to learn how to control your breath Fox. You parry too early, you back away

nodded. She didn’t speak. When she came to Medoris, she chose silence as an armor. The less she talked, the less people tried to talk to her and the

at her one at a time, their blades like judgement. Each time she saw a flash of silver, her heart clenched as she

"Mind on the sword at all times Fox." she warned while bringing

blocked it and rolled away. Her ribs were sore where she had been kicked but she did not show the pain on her face. Just as she was standing, the hit of a sword hit her

said

slowly got to her feet, coughed and steadied

was fond of twirling her sword like it

Ciara in one move and pushed her sword to her neck like she was about to

Fox." Sir Muni

Emmah, she had been suppressed by noble women at every turn in Eldoria when she tried to

as a bear twice as tall and equal in strength to it. With one hand, she could