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.

sleeping, she was facing off against five well trained female mages on a field in Suncrest,

with sweat-slick fingers and 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 do this. It was because she was a criminal in

than hide and live like a mouse, she wanted to forge her identity in glory, living with respect. Instead of being afraid of others, they would be afraid of her. Like the old farmer that had sold her the identity of his dead daughter that had passed in the western plague.

house on fire too, leaving no traces of what had transpired

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

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

like judgement. Each time she saw a flash

sword at all times Fox." she warned while bringing her

but she did not show the pain on

Sir May said

slowly got to her

She was fond of twirling her sword like

her sword to her neck like

Fox." Sir

her death. As Emmah, she had been suppressed by noble women at every turn in Eldoria when she tried to stand out.

broad as a bear twice as