The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 362: A sip of shared pain.

Not a single hand went up, which was not surprising. A myriad of reactions were seen in the eyes and on the faces of the students as they faced the very large spiders in the transparent box.

"No one..." Sigrid looked around the room. "What if I tell you that you can communicate with spiders?"

Finn’s hand was the first to be raised.

Sigrid nearly chuckled. As expected of the prankster, no doubt he was thinking of how this could be incorporated into his next prank. "The next potion I am going to teach you to brew is called the Arachnid Accord Aperitif." The words appeared on the backboard magically. "It is a potion that allows one to understand and communicate with spiders for twenty four hours."

Murmurs quickly climbed in the class. She could see many excited faces.

She clapped her hands. "Why is this questionable or a dark potion?"

Silence dominated as they waited for her to reveal the dark secret which they expected to blow them away.

Sigrid leaned against the table and she covered the sides of her mouth like she was about to whisper something. The students leaned forward, afraid that they would not hear.

She dropped her hands and said loudly, "It allows one to steal secrets. They could be secrets of the emperor, a noble. It could concern war strategies or the economy of an empire. These secrets lead to manipulation and blackmail and from there nobody knows the outcome. It falls in the morally ethical category.

But, there are other consequences like death of the spiders. Their minds are not like ours, the only know what they were created to do, spin webs and feed. To push them like this could result in fracturing of their minds.

And you, the one that brews this potion. You will suffer from spider related nightmares for a long while. Some people even adopt the mannerisms and logic of spiders. So, do it at your own risk."

She put out the ingredients and the potion was brewed in ten minutes. Only Finn dared to drink it and communicate with a spider. That went sideways when it jumped on his face and bit him.

"The second last dark potion of the day is the The Hourglass Concoction. It is a potion that freeze time for the drinker for exactly one minute." She raised her hand, before you ask questions or become excited, I will disappoint you by telling you that I will not be brewing it.

"Ooh." Someone said sadly.

Sigrid could understand the disappointment. "The danger of this potion is that while time freezes, your body continues to age and it ages for thirty days. You trade time for time, one minute for a month’s worth of life. Unless it is a life or death situation, I would not encourage you to use such a potion.

Regardless, I will share the ingredients and method of brewing. Again, I sound my warning, only use this in life and death situations.

Brew the potion and save it for emergencies. Do not use it for pranks because you will wake up one day and find yourself older than all of your friends and relatives that are of the same age as you. You will also die faster than them."

She took a deep breath. Knowledge had to be passed on. What people chose to do with that knowledge was their business.

She looked at the time and realized that two and a half hours had passed. "Let’s discuss the last potion and then call it a night. The sip of shared suffering. It is a potion that links the drinker’s pain receptors to another living being within a five to twenty meter radius.

Whatever physical pain the drinker suffers is shared 50/50 with the target. It can be used to frighten an opponent into surrender.

Over dramatic kings and emperors can use it to share the suffering of their people." She glanced at Roland.

He shrugged, somewhat exasperated.

Students laughed.

"It can be used to settle fights among couples as they can feel what the other feels. Parents can also use it to feel what their children are feeling, be it anger, rebellion or sickness.

In some cultures, it can be used in childbirth. Childbirth can be a mutually shared experience.

There are many other ways it can be used for good and bad. But in this class today, we are only discussing the bad."

Successfully, she brewed two potions and invited the Lord mage and the crown prince to be the volunteers. When one was pinched, the other winced.

At the end of the demonstration, Sigrid said to the Lord mage, "It will last three hours so try to get hurt during that time."

The Lord mage was confident that he would not be harmed but could the same be said of the crown prince? Who knew how many people were after him?

The class ended and students rushed out, discussing what they had studied or sharing their plans for the rest of the night. Most were planning to have their second dinner of the night.

Only Lila Evermore went to the alchemy building, intending to brew some of these potions for herself, especially the sip of shared suffering. She could see potential for market in it.

Sigrid sent Cosmos to distract Roland, then she vanished from the mage estate and appeared at the secret headquarters of her organization. Veylin brought Mauve and Christie along, traveling in a shadow that was faster than lightning.

The lights around the house were dim, things were being moved in and out of the house. Inside, the house in one of the bedrooms, pregnant woman that Sigrid had requested for was already in the middle of the throes of bringing new life into the world.

There was no midwife assist her, but Deanne and Lady Iryne were in the room, helping as much as they could. They had been waiting on Sigrid for two hours.

In the corner of the room was a bassinet in which baby Thor was was fast asleep, blocked off from all noise by magic. Every five seconds or so, Deanne would peek on him to ensure that he was fine. noveldrama

She swept into the room like a hurricane, followed by Mauve and Christie.

"Summon her now." Sigrid ordered them.

The fireplace was already bright and lit, flames were roaring. Mauve tossed a black powder into the fire and the flames turned green. She chanted a spell and then the waiting game started.

"Siggy...." Lady Iryne called worriedly after looking between the pregnant woman’s legs. "I think she is about to crown."

Sigrid glanced at the pregnant woman and said, "Whatever you do, keep that baby inside until the phantom midwife arrives."