The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 53: The Eclipsion sword.

Chapter 53: The Eclipsion sword.

"Let’s end..." King Raff started, his words were cut short when he noticed Sigrid raising her hand and eagerly gesturing that she wanted to say something.

He really didn’t want to hear her out, she was proving to be a troublemaker and a headache, every time she stepped in his castle, she brought mayhem with her.

His unhappy eyes shot duke Thorin and exasperated gaze before he sighed. "What is it crown princess?"

Sigrid pointed at Emmah, "Why was she in the land of mist?" she asked, a playful smile on her face.

The question was not one of any particular importance and the people impatiently waited for Emmah to respond. The smell of roasted meats was already wafting into the castle through the windows and many were starved, having rushed to the royal castle on empty stomachs.

"Surely her business in the land of mist is of no concern to any of us." Lord Givenchy said.

"No." King Raff responded, surprising everyone. "I would love to hear the answer, why was a magician in the land of mist? I for one do not believe in simple coincidences, answer the question."

His piercing brown eyes landed on Emmah like arrows aiming for her heart. Emmah looked away from the king, her angry gaze passed over Sigrid then she looked down and nervously wrung her fingers.

Her eyes became watery on cue as she looked back at the King. "There is a little girl at the orphanage that is suffering from an unknown illness, I heard that in the land of mist people sometimes find mysterious miracle herbs. I went there to see if I could find such an herb."

As expected, many people, especially women softened on hearing her response, she was an innocent young woman that was willing to go into such a dangerous place to save the life of another person.

"Wow, you are so helpful, we should be calling you holy Emmah. You must be the most generous woman in Eldoria because you are so willing to die for a boy unrelated to you.

If you keep this up, they will be calling you Eldoria’s savior very soon and the rest of us will be stabbed by criticism for not being kind enough." Sigrid said sarcastically, ruining the air of sympathy Emmah had created.

On the throne, king Raff’s eyes narrowed, no king wanted any commoner or noble to hailed as the savior of the people, that’s how rebellions were started. First, she had called herself a divine messenger with so much knowledge and now she had another label of kindness added to her.

If it continued, wouldn’t everyone be flocking to her to make decisions on the kingdom?

"You are overly kind, sometimes too much kindness can be dangerous." he said coldly.

He was smiling as if he was happy but the way he said his words portrayed the opposite and those with sharp minds caught on.

Sigrid did not dally and she moved to what was important. "I agree with the king, simple coincidences do not sit well with me. When I was growing up, my grandmother used to sing a song to me, I don’t know if the rest of you have heard about it."

She opened her mouth and begun to sing, her voice was like a siren’s call-hauntingly beautiful as it was carried beyond the walls of the hall.

"In the days of old, when shadows spread, a sword was forged of moon and sun.

Eclipsion bright, with power led, to guard the land til battle’s done.

With Dravos, the shadow mage, its blade did shine with righteous might.

Against the dark, the song did ring, a tale of courage, truth and light.

But in the night, when doom fall, the sword was broke by Hecarus’s hand, seven shards, in distant call, shattered o’er the mystic land,

In fire’s heart and icy breath, in forest and crystal hall, the pieces wait, defying death, for hero’s quest to heed the call."

Sigrid fell silent and smiled, she opened her mouth to ask if anyone had heard the song when the sword mages and lord mage continued from where she had stopped.

"So rise, O true hearted mage, the shards of fate seek their kin, Eclipsion’s might awaits for you, to vanquish dark and unite the land.

Under moon’s embrace and sun’s warm glow, the lives, the old wives know."

Emmah’s face was deathly pale, she looked sick and this time it was genuine. She truly thought that she was the only one that knew the tale of Eclipsion’s sword. It had been at least two hundred years since the story about the sword was heard on this continent.

She only knew because she happened to be on the death bed of the old orphanage caretaker, he was a man that had many secrets and he took a liking to her because she fed his cat often.

He had told her the secret about the sword and sung the song to her, he mentioned the land of mist but died before elaborating.

The hall was perfectly calm minus a few whispers from here and there, including those from the duke that was asking the duchess when he sung such a song to Sigrid.

She was just as confused for she had never done such a thing but if anybody asked from that point on, she would admit to it.

Sigrid had learned the song from Cosmos, he had been singing it everyday, once a day early in the morning outside the doors of her chambers which always woke her up. It had been the alarm clock she never asked for but got anyway.

With the projection of events now, Sigrid knew that the bank of fate was after the Eclipsion sword, not just Emmah’s halo.

In the novel, Emmah had showed up in the battle against Medoris with a powerful weapon, a sword that defeated all swords in one swoop. There was no proper explanation as to how she gained all seven shards and united the sword.

It was thanks to that sword that Eldoria swallowed the kingdoms of Nemoris, Medoris, High bridge and became the biggest empire to ever exist on the continent.

Sigrid was never going to allow this to happen, she would rather the shards never be found than have them end up in Emmah’s hands.

"The tale of Eclipsion’s sword, it is said that the one that wields it can rule over the world." Sigrid said slowly. "I heard a rumor from some Nemorian salt merchants, apparently a shard of the Eclipsion sword is somewhere in the land of mist and that’s why it is filled with people from all nations.

Everyone is trying to get their hands on the shard, many have died for it and yet it doesn’t deter others from trying. Did you all know that once upon a time, the land of mist was known as the Whispering ice valley? It used to be so cold that the people that lived near said they would breathe in ice which was killing them so they deserted the place. In time, the ice somehow melted and it turned into mist."

The herald gasped, "Icy breath, the words in the song, in fire’s heart and Icy breath. The land of the mist must be icy breath." he jumped up and down with excitement.

It set the room abuzz, those that recalled the lyrics to the song started to discuss it until the king raised his hand and gestured for Sigrid to continue.

She turned her eyes to Lysander Windrider and said softly, "Lord Windrider, a few servants from your estate have been whispering that you might be in possession of a map which shows the location of one shard.

On one hand we have a mage that can wield that sword, one whose reason for being in the land of mist is questionable and we have you, her defenders that are rumored to have a map showing it’s location. It’s suspicious...so suspicious."