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.

to Ciara Fox’s determination. Where others were sleeping, she was facing off against five well trained female mages on a field in Suncrest, near the

crushing of her bones, she readied herself for another attack. In her mind,

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. He had been very afraid when she

his house on fire too,

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

as an armor. The less she

saw a flash of silver,

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

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

May said coldly,

to her feet,

her sword

in one move and pushed her sword to her neck like

Fox."

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

broad as a bear twice as tall and equal in strength to it. With