Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 101 - 99- Arc 3

Zosia's days in the army were well spent, to the extent that her fame had spread far and wide. She was known as the Black blade. Once she appears on a battlefield, the enemy will be sliced clean. Most people referred to her as the Bloodless Soldier. Wherever she goes, the enemy dies without loosing any blood.

"Grace, pack our things, we would be going back home." Zosia said as she fixed her mask in place.

She had gotten used to the mask in the last five years she had spent in the army.

Grace turned to look at the Princess and uttered a tired sigh.

"Princess, you just came back from another war, where are you going again?"

Indeed, due to her contribution the war they had been at with the southern Kingdom Alliance had come to an end. She had assassinated their Generals, disrupted supply lines, and shattered morale, all without shedding a single drop of blood. Her methods were swift, efficient, and terrifyingly precise.

Zosia had become a legend, whispered about in the darkest corners of enemy camps and celebrated as a hero among her own people, well except for the nobles.

To the nobles, she was seen as anything but good.

Zosia turned to Grace, " General Solenneves called for me. I feel it has to do something with going back home."

Grace nodded, though she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. Zosia had been relentless in her duties, always pushing herself to the brink. She wondered if the Princess ever allowed herself a moment of rest, a moment to be anything other than the unstoppable force she had become.

Indeed it made her worry more. She couldn't help but think negatively. She didn't think the Emperor would like Zosia's fame and neither would the Empress who hates her to the bone.

She even fears going back to the Palace. When they were coming to the barracks, she remembered how many times they came close to the Jaws of death. She was even more shocked when they pried out who was behind the assassination.

She knew in her heart that their journey back to the palace may be far worse. But then, she still had to obey the Princess.

"Very well, Princess," Grace said, gathering their belongings with practiced efficiency. "I'll have everything ready within the hour."

Zosia nodded and turned to leave, her heart a little restless.

She kept having a bad feeling and she just couldn't place her hand on it.

What could possibly have gone wrong?

Lost in thought she soon arrived at General Solenneves office still on her mask. She had come to like the mask better than the viel, just thinking about putting on that thin veil again when she goes back to the palace, gave her headache.

Knock!

Knock!!

She knocked rhythmically on the wooden door.

"Enter." An old but vibrant voice came from inside.

Entering the office she was met with a man in his sixties garbed in military attire.

Zosia greeted in the standard military posture.

"Aish... Forget the formalities." He waved his hand at her, stopping her from continuing with the greetings.

"Sit." Zosia sat on the seat he pointed at. Turning to look at the General, her eyes held a hint of concern.

"General, you called for me." Zosia calmly said.

"Yes. The Emperor told me about his choice and I don't know what to say, to support or not too support." He said with a smile.

"It depends on the General, what he thinks is better for the Empire."

"Hahaha" Solenneves laughed, "Really? Good for the Empire, I think you are good for the army. You can have the power of the military in your hands and help your brother rule."

Zosia suddenly smiled, but with her mask on, it couldn't be seen but her eyes became chilly.

"I wonder on whose sides are you on? Seems to me that General Solenneves has already made up his mind."

"I do know that if you prove something to me, my mind could possibly change." He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly.

Zosia chuckled softly, "Like what? Seems if my achievements couldn't prove something to you, then I possibly must have wasted my time."

General Solenneves leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. "Your achievements are indeed remarkable, Princess. But what lies ahead requires more than just skill on the battlefield. It demands leadership, wisdom, and the ability to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics."

Zosia's gaze hardened."And you think I don't have that. Who led most of the soldiers into the war that there was no hope of winning." She paused and continued, "I've navigated far worse. The court is no different than a battlefield, only the weapons are words and the bloodshed is in the shadows."

Solenneves sighed, a hint of smile creeping into his expression. "Perhaps. But the Emperor's decision comes with its own set of challenges. Your brother is a capable ruler, but his grip on the throne is still tenuous. You would be his greatest ally, or his greatest threat."

The room fell silent as Zosia processed his words. She had always known that returning to the palace would not be easy, that her role in the Empire's future was fraught with peril. But she had never shied away from a challenge before, and she wouldn't start now.

"General Solenneves, if you called me here just to tell me this. I am not sorry to say this but what is mine is mine and I have never shied away from any challenge and it wouldn't start now." Zosia coldly said.

"I beg to take my leave." Zosia said as she stood up, heading for the door.

Solenneves cackled, shaking his head, he looked at the little girl he had watched grow up for five years. He didn't want to do it, but unfortunately his hands are tied.

"I don't want it to end like this. But take this as a favour. What's yours has probably slipped away from your hand."

Zosia paused in her steps. She stood still for a moment, processing Solenneves words.

There was no way he would say such without being sure, it could only mean, something has happened to the Emperor.

Zosia slowly turned back to face Solenneves, her eyes piercing through the slits of her mask. "I would return the favour later but tell me, how is the Emperor's health." she demanded, her voice cold and steady.

Solenneves could see that despite how sharp Zosia's eyes were, there was a hint of worry.

"I don't know but neither do I know how long he can last. But definitely not long I presume." Solenneves said with a shrug.

"One last question, how many Loyalists are left and how many people did you sell me out to?"

Solenneves chuckled, "Princess those are two questions, I don't know if Princess forgot how to count."

"I would answer only one, there are very few Loyalists left and would not last long, as for the other question, you can find out on your own."

Zosia turned after hearing his answer and left. Her heart, heavy and filled with anxiety. She couldn't let them succeed and she couldn't fail her mission.

Returning to her quarters, she found Grace waiting with their belongings neatly packed. "We leave immediately," Zosia commanded, her voice steady but urgent. Grace, sensing the gravity of the situation, nodded without a word.

Mounting her horse, she signaled Grace to follow. The journey back to the palace was fraught with uncertainty. Zosia could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, but she knew she had to remain steadfast.

The sound of the galloping of horses thudding against the ground as they sped out of the barracks, her eyes cold and determined.

They hadn't even gotten far from the barracks and she encountered the first enemy.

By the time they arrived at the Palace, only Zosia was left. Zosia had hidden Grace in a village that was under Uncle Adrian.

She knew Adrian wouldn't be in support of the Empress considering what she has done. But it begged the question, how had things gotten this precarious and she hadn't gotten any information.

She suddenly thought of something. She remembered when suddenly there was a rule of shooting down birds in the sky as they could be messages carried by enemy spies. She had even shot down some.

Zosia suddenly felt like a fool, how couldn't she think of that. She hadn't even been able to go and see Nora for a while now as she had been strategizing on how to win the war with an overwhelming advantage without giving anybody the room to refute.

Arriving at the Palace, she stood afar and watched the palace. She dismounted from the horse which immediately dropped to the floor with a thud. The lower part of her cloth had some blood stains which was unlike Zosia. Whenever she killed, she never lets their blood touch her.

Zosia didn't have time to care about the horse, her gaze moved to the palace gates that were tightly locked. She would be a fool if she openly badged in.

She looked around, her sharp eyes didn't notice anybody. Spreading her spiritual consciousness, she also didn't detect a soul.

"Something bad has happened." She thought, the only thing she could hear was her heart beating against her rib cage.

Gulping her saliva, her hand trembled. She cocked open a small bottle and fed the contents to the horse who immediately became energetic.

Patting the horse, she helped bring it back up before mounting it again. All that was going on in her mind was to be fast and quick.

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