The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 226: Off to war.

Sigrid’s letter was very detailed and it mentioned Emmah, specifically highlighting that while Lady Jane’s daughter had died, Mirena was also giving birth and her child had lived.

Lady Jane Fairfax was a superstitious drunk so Sigrid also added a claim that Emmah had swallowed the luck and life of Lady Jane’s child. To take it a step further, she called Emmah a cursed woman.

Using all the people that had been ruined or harmed because Emmah came into their lives, she made clear examples. Her last words were a warning to lady Jane, telling her that the Fairfax family be ruined if Emmah ever became one of them.

She put the letter aside and called for Alistair.

"Make sure that she gets it. It should not fall in the hands of anybody but Lady Jane." she specified.

Alistair nodded and he vanished out of the window with the letter.

Sigrid got her pen and wrote another letter, this one was to Mr. Bumblebert. He had picked up a vice of gambling lately and happened to be in need of money. She informed him of Emmah’s whereabouts currently and the fact that she was a Fairfax.

In case the two letters ever got discovered, Sigrid changed the handwriting in this one to a different one so that they would not be connected. She even changed the paper from white to brown. She handed it to Brolin who would make sure that it was delivered.

Then, she went back to bed and tried to go to sleep but just as she closed her eyes, she sound footsteps that were loud and hurried and then the bedroom door was opened.

It seemed Roland had no plans of quietly entering the room tonight as he did on the nights when he was late. Sigrid sat up immediately and sighed. She looked at the clock on the wall which declared the time to be a quarter past midnight.

"It’s time." Roland told her. "We are departing in an hour’s time. The first sixteen ships have already departed."

Sigrid threw the covers away and got out of bed. Void woke up and leaped onto Roland’s shoulders.

"Why do they always do this?" She asked him. "Never mind, even I know that in order for the enemies not to detect your movements, it is best to travel under the cover of the darkness."

Sigrid hastily dressed up. By the time they left the bedroom, the entire estate was up and active. The few maids and knights that were following them were already entering carriages that were waiting. Even Sunny, Venom and Viper were packed up for the journey to Nemoris.

An hour later, their whole group was sitting inside a flying ship that was soaring through the sky. Sigrid, Roland and Mauve were inside the comfortable barracks with some of the soldiers who were sleeping, saving up on energy before the war.

The mage battalion was also on this ship, in the hall of cores. It was an area deep in the beating heart of the ship where mages could channel energy from crystals to increase or improve their powers and skills.

In the main deck was the central command station where a magical map of Nemoris hovered above a table. It showed real time locations of the ruling family of Nemoris, their barracks, knights and terrain. If any changes occurred in the weather of Nemoris, it was indicated.

If the terrain was changed for the slightest reason, it was also shown on the map. The map had been purchased by Sigrid from the bank, it cost her one million dollars because she lacked magic artifacts to trade for it. She had paid the fee in gold.

Other parts of the magnificent ship included a war room, armory and garden. The ship could carry one thousand five hundred people. Twenty such ships were currently heading to Nemoris, carrying thirty thousand soldiers in total.

Ground forces totaling up to one hundred thousand were waiting in stealth near the boarder. At least three thousand Eldorian spies and soldiers were stationed in Nemoris, waiting for a signal to begin the attack.

Sigrid had no words on the journey. It was the first time she was heading to war. She imagined that it would be a horrific sight. Many would die, from both sides, some would die fighting, others hiding.

It was a terrible thing; war. And yet, it was inevitable. It was either Eldoria did the swallowing or they were swallowed.

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It was another silent winter night in Nemoris, broken by the occasional sound of wolves howling in the distance inside the walls of the royal castle. The kingdom slumbered peacefully, beneath a thick blanket of snow. Frost clung to everything, from the tree tops to rooftops and helmets on the heads of the knights that guarded the royal family. All through the kingdom in various homes, the clocks struck five in the morning.

The loudest was the castle clock which chimed with a gong that was hated by many in Nemoris. They had grown used to it however, when it struck, they simply turned, covered their heads and went back to sleep in seconds. The citizens, warm in their beds were unaware that their fate was about to change.

The first sign of change in that fate was an arrow that pierced through the head of a knight on patrol in the palace near the wolf keep. He had noticed that no wolf had howled in ten minutes and that was unusual so he came by to check.

Before he could notice that all the wolves were under the control of a strange mage, his body fell and landed in the soft white snow, dying it red with his blood. Under the cover of the darkness, shadows climbed over the walls of the castle, killing off the knights silently, and replacing them.

The cold did nothing to the knights of Eldoria, they had spent two months preparing for this war and in the last month, they had been taking freezing showers, hardening their bodies to the bitter cold. They had been training cruelly, developing their skills in winter warfare. Now, they were ready to put what they had learned to use.

Using ropes, they climbed down the flying ships and landed on rooftops in strategic areas all around the kingdom of Nemoris, especially the center.

Using fog as a cover, under Mauve and Sigrid’s leadership the mage battalion took control of the walls around the city. Eldorian knights led by General Paxton Thorin that had insisted that he be reinstated if his daughter was going to war, took charge from there.

Archers positioned themselves, their arrows forged out of steel enforced with magic could pierce through the thickest armor.

A cocktail mixture of phoenix ash, griffin poop and an alchemy fluid that could act as fuel had been prepared before they left Eldoria. It was inside empty crystal bottles. Sigrid had introduced the Molotov cocktail with a sprinkle of magic to Eldoria.

The infiltration was so easy that Roland almost had doubts about it.

"This kingdom has really become too comfortable." he murmured to his second-in-command, Lord Evermore.

"It is because they never thought we would dare to attack as Medoris protects them." Lord Evermore replied.

"Well, that is about to change." Roland laughed.

Viper, Sigrid’s griffin screeched really loudly signalling that they could begin.