The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 379: Late night trap.

An entire week passed on and Sigrid had yet to go find Emmah. She was busy with other things, like planning Roland’s birthday and wiping out the mages the bank of fate had tasked her to track down.

After deciding that searching for them one by one was tiring and it would take forever, she hatched a plan which was currently in motion late in the night.

Close to the heart of Mystwood grove forest, where ordinary humans did not dare to venture and moonlight filtered through thorned branches, she sat on a tree branch in silence. Her floral cloak caught every shimmer of the moon’s light and her eyes glowed with anticipation.

In the other trees, hidden away in the shadows, Veylin, Alistair, Mauve and Christie were hidden away. They were supposed to be silent but Mauve was eating a chocolate eclair loudly.

Sigrid plucked a leaf and noticed a snake in the tree, crouching in wait, patient just as she was. It was not targeting the enemies she was waiting for, it was after her. It was curled around the branch of a tree only its head and beady dark eyes were visible.

"Do you want a bite?" She raised her hand and whispered.

The tongue of the snake flickered and it raised its head.

"Petrus Glacia." She whispered.

The snake froze, turning into a shiny marble statute that shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. The other creatures of the forest that planned to spring into action backed off. Sometimes, life was more important that food or declaring authority over a territory.

In the shadows of the tress, a hidden mage turned back and escaped, disappearing into a lake. A giant basilisk also slithered back into the same lake.

A dire wolf howled and ordered its entire pack to turn back. Whatever was about to happen did not concern their species. Maybe they could return when it was over and get some spoils.

A dragon closed one eye, but kept the other open because it wanted to see what the mage that could turn living creatures into frozen stone was up to.

A troll celebrated because it had been about to strike just before the snake was seen.

All the creatures, human and animal were interested in the glowing circular round artifact that reeked of powerful magic. But with great opportunities, came death.

Sigrid floated down and crouched on the ground. She could feel the traitors, running, flying and rushing through the wind, each hoping to beat the other to the magical treasure.

They arrived at the spot where the lucky halo was hanging from a tree, tied to a thread. None could believe their eyes when they saw something so precious just hanging there without protection.

They were long lived mages, mostly. So, they knew that in the forest, there were bound to be other powerful creatures that were interested in this artifact. Where were they?

"No blood has been shed here." One said.

"No signs of a fight." Another declared.

For some, this provided relief. It meant that this was not a trap.

Sigrid cackled like a witch, buried in the earth. The sound went about the heads of the five that had made it. They looked above, below and around.

"Someone is here." Magra, the dreadful declare. She could feel it in the trees.

Suddenly, the forest came to life. Vines, thorned and poisonous rose like cobras, encircling the intruders with mocking grace.

Magra started communicating with them, commanding them to let her go.

Sir Matthew drew his sword and started to strike at the vines, but it didn’t help.

"Show yourself and compete fairly." Magra shouted to the air.

Sigrid stepped out of the shadow, crown sated on her head upright. She smiled and waved like this was a red carpet or pageant. "Hello everyone."

"Crown princess!" Lady Netherlight exclaimed.

Mauve closed her eyes for a second and pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! you recognize me. I thought that I would have to introduce myself to you first and then explain why you are here and you would ask questions and we could have a brief Q and A. Then you would make threats, attempt to cast foolish spells, finally realize that this is all for naught and beg me for mercy."

Mauve walked out of the shadows, rolling her eyes. "Do you have to be dramatic your highness? Let’s just kill them and erase this evil for all of human kind."

Jasper Morrow looked up and laughed.

Sigrid waved her hand and her fan flew out. Jasper’s head to the ground.

"He laughed, I am sorry." She told the four that remained. "Now I will be needing the things that you borrowed from us and never returned."

Lady Netherlight’s eyes widened. "You are from that place."

Sigrid gave her a thumbs up. "Your contracts expired a long time ago." She pointed to Jasper’s head and frowned. "Except for him, he was not one of you, just a serial killer that happened to have magic." One by one, she met their eyes. "Now, all of you have been found guilty of theft, defaulting on your contracts and killing many....many humans. Your body count together is two hundred five."

Alistair whistled.

Sigrid kicked Jasper’s head. "If we add him, it is four hundred eight. Jasper Morrow was a very, very sick man in the head."

Christie was tossing a ball of lightning up and down. "Who is first?"

The vines squeezed the four mages, wrapping around them like a cobra squeezing prey to death. Magra tried to command her staff but a lightning ball hit her.

"No chanting." Christie bellowed.

Sigrid stepped back and she gestured for Alistair and Veylin to take over. "You are all lucky, I was going to summon the dire wolves to end your pathetic lives but as certain parts of bodies don’t belong to you, I had to choose a manner of death that left those parts unharmed."

Alistair slit Magra’s throat and held a container to collect the blood. Using a spell, he sucked it out at a very fast speed.

"Wait." Lady Netherlight screamed as Veylin approached her with a hot spoon to dig out her eyes. "I can see the future with my eyes. I am very useful crown princess. I can..."

Veylin took Sir Matthew’s sword and beheaded her, then he dug the eyes out from her head.

Christie took Sir Matthew’s arms with a sword and fried him to death with the lightning.

Sigrid looked at the last man who was struggling against the vines, trying to chant a spell but his speech ability had been blocked by Mauve.

"And then, there is you, Dogan Elspeth." Sigrid shook her head as she undid Mauve’s spell on him but froze him such that he would squirm as the root was taken back. "I can understand your greed and I honestly would have made the same decision you made. A root that turns me into a mage, elevating me from an ordinary person...I would have killed to keep it." noveldrama

"Then let me go." He begged.