The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 413: Epilogue.

It had been twelve months since Sigrid last paid a visit to the bank. The place still looked the same, business as usual with guests from different worlds. She was facing the same banking official that she had always dealt with. Sigrid was much more relaxed that she had been when she first stumbled onto the bank.

"Aren’t you going to give me a gift for completing your assignment? In a year, using my powers as Empress I have completed the task you gave me."

Mrs. Sadistic immortal did not appear to be too pleased. "Your orders were changed. You were not supposed to kill Erythis but deliver her here."

Sigrid rolled her eyes. "She called herself the master, gathered believers and tried to open a church in my Empire. An example needed to be made. Which is why I executed her in public and declared her believers criminals. Nobody will be looking to set up weird churches in Eldoria anymore. And I gave you Akia Nithercott instead as a replacement."

Cosmos raised his brows. The bank did not want Akia or have any use for her. She was now working as a servant on an another world, stripped of her magic. Sigrid had used them to dispose of her.

Mrs. Sadistic immortal closed the book. Sigrid had delivered as promised. "Do you wish to take on another job for the bank? It is still in this world, just a different part of your world so you might need to travel."

Sigrid had come with a bag and a contract. "Oh goodie, I was hoping that you would say that. Roland and I have been terribly bored lately. We could use a vacation and honeymoon. And I am still keeping Cosmos."

She had come with her own golden pen and she clicked it.

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Out of the bank, Sigrid turned up inside a room in a large castle that was floating in the air. She had finally made it to Solandor for her cousin’s wedding to Prince Eron. She was not alone, she had come with her family, her husband, their son and ladies-in-waiting and their husbands.

They were all somewhere in the sky, learning how to fly with Solandorian shoes that had wings.

Roland was guiding their son Ravien, teaching him to balance in the air. Since they arrived, Sigrid had been reminding him that a baby that had just learned to walk was not ready to fly. None the less, her husband was determined to prove that their son was special.

As for her and Galen, they did not join the others because they had come to Solandor for unfinished business.

her door and it was opened. Galen poked his head inside.

she was ready, she had been ready for this moment for a long time. She took his hand and they vanished from the room, appearing in a remote temple in a desolated area, East of

have been. Eighty seven people were living inside and none were monks. She snapped her finger and froze everything around

a barrier around it so

Benjamin to rush out of the temple with a sword in hand and eyes wider

in leather armor, his beard had grown thicker than it had been when he was carried out of Eldoria. He had a scar on his cheek and shadows in his eyes--shadows of a man that had been living in paranoia for so

in a hoarse voice. "I

started training knights and made plans to return to Eldoria." Galen replied. "Even now, you still want

should I give up. The throne is my birthright too, I am the king’s son. Roland does not even rule, she does." He pointed at Sigrid, eyes roaring rage. "You are our father’s

to be

you are a fool."

not worth having, Galen decided.

said, "Would you really kill me brother? No matter what, we share

He recalled Roland’s words about brothers killing brothers and how he wanted them to be different. But, Benjamin was not a brother to him, not even if they shared some of

blade was unsheathed. Galen held a sword in

Benjamin stepped back. He had another sword hidden

could beat Galen with ease and take revenge on Sigrid, the one that sentenced his Emmah

been training with the female knight from Medoris. He fought like a mad man, a man not afraid of death

It was clean and it pierced into Benjamin’s heart. The younger brother collapsed, blood sipping into

he lay dying, Benjamin glared at

on the night Roland married

and sent a ball of fire his way, setting him

loved Emmah. Both of you were terrible

waiting until nothing was left of him. Galen did not cry. He did not feel guilty. He had done the right thing,