The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 342: A meeting of the mage council.

Chapter 342: A meeting of the mage council.

Once they returned to the castle, Sigrid followed Roland to the drawing room on the second floor which was right next door to his office.

"I need a change of clothes." Roland shuddered and turned to leave.

"Why?" She asked. The clothes they had on were perfectly clean. They had not engaged in any extreme activities that had resulted in sweating. Why did he need to change.

"Its something I do." He answered with minor irritation on his face. "I know that it makes no sense but when I visit a house with people that are mourning or if I attend a funeral, I just...." He looked up and groaned.

Sigrid placed her feet in the chair and laid down. "You don’t need to explain."

Roland begged to disagree. It would not be the last time she would witness his strangeness when it came to this so it was better to put it out there. "I just...I don’t know how to explain this but I always have this silly nagging in the back of my mind that I have somehow carried back a piece of the dead person’s ghost or essence or something on my clothes. I have to get rid of them or else I fell like the dead person is around me."

"Alright, go change then." She answered.

Roland frowned. "You don’t find me strange?"

Sigrid placed her phone on her chest and sat up so that she could look at him clearly. "We are all strange Roland. We all have silly fears and strange thoughts that make no sense. Like me, I am afraid that I will not be a good mother to our children because I am not sentimental by nature.

I can kill a man no problem, but when I see a rat, I scream and climb the nearest highest table or chair I can find.

I love my mother’s ridiculous letters and I get angry if she goes more than three days without writing to me and yet I would never tell her this and I will kill you if you tell her. I fear that if she stops writing to me, it means she no longer loves me.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night scared that I am drowning under the sea."

"That’s because Sunny sometimes climbs onto the bed and rolls over on your face when you are sleeping which makes it hard for you to breathe." He answered. "Also, your mother knows that you love her letters, which is why she still writes to you even though you are not good at responding. And you will not just make a good mother but a great one. You are Lady Iryne Thorin’s daughter, I am certain that as we age, you will become more and more like your mother."

He looked at his clothes and shuddered. Then he turned and run out of the room as if the ghost of Lady Jane Fairfax was chasing him.

Sigrid took to her phone to see what Eldorians were up to. One of the things she found to be very amazing was how she was not addicted to her phone. She used to be someone that would never go a minute without her phone in her hand, except for when she was in court.

After transmigrating, she found life to be a lot more peaceful with the control of the small device whose every ring used to control her life. Even now, with the invention of cell phones, she only used her phone to call and send messages and only the important ones.

One minute later, her eyes were closed and she was off to slumber land. When Roland returned, he found her sound asleep. He got a blanket from his study and covered her.

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He went next door to meet the Lord mage who was waiting for him with three other members of the mage council, all mage knights.

The three men varied in age and they had all served in the kings army or acted as his personal guards at one point. Sir Gordon Quill was the oldest at seventy three. Sir Elias Bellamy was ranked second in age and he was six one years old. He was a legacy among mages, coming from the Bellamy family. His great great grandfather, great grandfather, grandfather and father were all strong mages.

He was almost appointed as the next lord mage but he had no interest in holding the position. This had been because none of his sons had inherited the gift of magic.

Everyone thought the Bellamy’s were all out of magic, until being a female mage was legalized. Two weeks ago, Ali Bellamy, his thirteen year old daughter had returned to Eldoria. She was a mage and her mother had been afraid of what would happen to her so she hid her with a relative in a neighboring kingdom.

The Bellamy’s were not nobles but they were not far from nobility.

The youngest member of the mage council was Sir Rhys Larkspur. At the age of thirty nine, he had made so many achievements on the battlefield that he rivaled Roland’s glory and that of a good number of the best Valerius knights.

He was best known for punching a wild elephant to death on the battlefield with a single fist.

All the men had gathered because whispers were coming out of the walls, talk on mages that had long vanished being seen again. Some of these mages were criminals, men and women so dangerous that everyone had been relieved to see them disappear.

"Lord mage, you have my apologies. I could not meet with you yesterday because something unexpected happened." Roland started and he invited the men to sit down. "What is this urgency that you wanted to see me about."

The Lord mage too it from there, locking eyes with all the men in the room, one by one, "It is about the light in the sky last night. I don’t know what it was but I sensed the power it held. We all know that power like that is very dangerous and it draws bad things out of the shadows.

Already there have been sightings of beast like creatures and foreign mages entering the city. Someone even called the ministry of magic and reported that they had seen Jasper Morrow."

"The slaughterer!" Sir Gordon Quill exclaimed. "The mage that killed hundreds of people for a laugh and went on the run. If he is back then we need to be on high alert. The city will smell like blood before the week even ends."

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