The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 370: A very important discussion.

It was just as Christie guessed, they were being attacked. The attacker was the divine messenger Anita whose frustrations had boiled and tipped over. Rather than go down and stop the fight, Sigrid sat in a chair on the balcony and watched it all as if it was a movie.

She even instructed Lanai to call the Lord mage and asked him to fly over other mages. This was a great opportunity to train their skills against one of Medoris’s strongest mages.

Mauve and Christie had decided to join the fight and train their skills too.

Roland came quickly when he had about the attack. He found Sigrid where she was sitting and he joined her. Initially, he was frantic but one gaze at her calm face relaxed him.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he took a sit next to her.

"Peachy." She replied and munched on Mauve’s home made potato crisps.

"What is going on?" He asked, curiously.

Munching on a crisp casually, Sigrid indicated to the fight with her chin. "Akia the mage grew tired of being ignored and decided to use another method to make us listen to her. I could have stopped her but then I asked myself why I had to do it.

If I fight her, some loud mouthed people will claim that I am jealous. And, I am more interested in watching her skills than engaging her. If I fight her, it will only take me few seconds to win."

After saying those words, a thought crossed her mind. She could win easily, unless Akia had a cheat. noveldrama

"I did not expect this." Roland reached for her potato crisps, helping himself to a handful.

"What?"

"The attack. What drove her to lose he mind and attack the royal castle? She is said to be one of the calmest and most rational mages in our region."

Sigrid thought about the all the taunting that Cosmos had been doing and the hallucinogen gas she told Alistair to hide in Akia’s room as soon as she arrived in the city.

Between those two things, Akia did not stand a chance.

"Have you heard about Lady Thistlebaum’s pregnancy?" Roland raised a question on a subject that was completely unrelated to the happenings around them.

It stunned Sigrid because the news had not reached her ears just yet. It was such good gossip that it made her look away from the battle.

"No way, she is pregnant! Don’t tell me that the father is Duke Crane!"

Roland nodded. The smile on his face was quite impish. "The news has been clouded by the whole midwife phantom scandal but the story is spreading faster than a wildfire. And I have seen three wildfires in my lifetime."

Sigrid loved it. It was messy, the perfect combination of scandal and entertainment. These people deserved their own reality tv show.

The idea took root in her mind and suddenly, she pictured it. A stupid brainless show with noble ladies showing off their wealth, making ridiculous purchases, fighting and splashing tea in each other’s faces.

Ooh..not to forget the maids and other servants sighing or gossiping. This was the kind of entertainment she would need when she was heavily pregnant and tired. Or when she was nursing and healing in confinement after child birth.

She needed to see someone at the tv station urgently.

"Thirty to one," Akia shouted. "You Eldorians are really shameless....shameless. And why are you making me fight children under ten?"

The shout drew Sigrid’s attention and she looked below. Indeed, the inner circle on the ground held only young mages. The older students were on the outside, acting like teachers, offering advise and chanting freezing spells.

Akia seemed to have a conscience, she was only targeting the older mages. Against the younger ones, she was simply defending herself. Still, even when she was outnumbered, she was giving the mages hell.

"She is an archmage, right?" Roland asked.

"Right."

The ranking of mages went from: Initiate mage, Novice mage, Apprentice mage, Adept mage, Mage of first rank to fifth rank. Then it was master mage, archmage and supreme mage.

This was the Medorian ranking system and Eldoria had only adopted it recently when other mages started coming out of hiding. Mages whose ages were unknown and skills beyond the need of academy education. This was done to separate the beginners from the experienced.

"So, she is like us." Roland summarized.

"No..I am a supreme mage." Sigrid quickly corrected him. "Tell me more about Lady Thistlebaum, how was her pregnancy discovered?"

Roland was rather excited to share more on what he knew. "Duchess Crane paid one of Lady Thistlebaum’s maids to be her informant. The girl had noticed that her mistress was vomiting in the morning, sleeping often and she had lost her appetite.

She had long put one and two together and guessed Lady Thistlebaum was in a family way. She reported this to the good duchess as soon as she received her first gold for spying.

Duchess Crane had some of her knights kidnap Lady Thistlebaum from the street and they took her to a hospital where she was examined and the pregnancy was confirmed."

Sigrid sat up straighter. "Hold on, so does this mean that Lady Thistlebaum was pregnant at the funeral when they got into a fight?"

Roland smiled, conforming the answer.

Sigrid slapped the table, "Oh Lady Jane Fairfax, bless you and the messy, nosy drunk you were. You left us such a great gift that I intend to turn into a gold mine of income." Giggling she leaned closer to her husband. "How could Duchess Crane have someone kidnapped off the street randomly? That is a crime."

Roland shrugged. They both knew that the duchess would not be arrested.

"But, more importantly. How do they know that the baby is not Lord Thistlebaum’s? It could be his and all this noise is being made for nothing." She moaned the one thing that was missing right now, a good glass of wine.

There was an explosion and she peeked down. "Hey keep it down. We are discussing something very important over here." She shouted to the group that was still fighting.

Akia was already panting, she looked exhausted, her face was smudged as if she had been dipped in black ink. She cast a spell that could allow her eavesdrop on the conversation between Roland and Sigrid, expecting to hear something related to the empire or her sister.

Sigrid was already burning to hear more. "Tell me, I am dying to know how they figured out who the father was. Did they do a magic test?"

Roland nodded.

She gasped. She almost jumped out of the chair. "Please tell me if both men were present for the test and what they looked like when they were told what the test was for. This is even more scandalous than that picture on Mitter of Orpheus’s palm on Christie’s rear end."