The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 242: Goodbye, Eclipsion sword.

After a moment of hesitation and processing the shock Sigrid righted herself, standing up straight.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy." The banking official said with what appeared to be a smile.

"You are bitch." Sigrid answered.

The official threw her head back and she laughed, it was an empty sound, devoid of feeling or emotion. "I have been called worse."

Sigrid sat down in a chair and she crossed one leg over the other. "I want to negotiate."

The female official looked at Cosmos. "What is wrong with her?"

Cosmos shrugged.

"The bank of fate....." The female started but Sigrid cut in.

"Does not negotiate, but I disagree. You are salesmen, and when it comes to sales negotiation is not impossible. I will hand over the shards of the sword as long as you give me sometime to keep my pregnancy. I want six months....no eight."

The female official raised her eyebrows.

"All I need is enough time to strike the final blow to Emmah and hand over the halo. If I fail to do so in the time I have been given then I will terminate." Sigrid shook her head. "I cannot loose another pregnancy, especially not now when Roland and I need to unite the new empire. A baby right now is good news, it shows that we are moving forward. It is a symbol of hope."

"You are one power hungry woman, I have not heard a single plea from you as a mother begging for her child to be saved out of love. " The bank official leaned forward. "All this, fuss just so you can sit on the throne."

Most normal women would be on their knees, crying and begging, not calmly and coldly stating the rational reason as to why they wanted their child to live.

"If I plead as a needy mother, will you grant me my wish?" Sigrid fired back.

"No." The bank official answered straight away without a moment’s hesitation.

Sigrid nodded, still calm. "As I expected. I would also like to point out a fact, I cannot bring new life or a new character to life until the halo is returned to your bank so technically, I have until the day I give birth to terminate. As long as the child is still within my womb, it does not count as new life."

The female official sighed, tired from the look of things. "Knowing you, we are going to argue about his forever. Since we have a need for the sword and no time to waste, your request is granted. Should you fail to deliver the halo by your due date, I will personally appear in the birthing room and end the existence of the child. You will not need to terminate."

Her voice was cold, mechanical and unfeeling. Sigrid’s skin tingled with an unnatural chill when she heard the warning. She had a feeling the female bank official would make good on her promise. She would be brutal and make her watch as she put an end to the child.

The thought that this bank was cruel and more villainous that anything in the universe crossed her mind.

"Go now, before another thief decides to steal the sword. Your castle is a busy place tonight."

Sigrid understood the meaning. There were thieves in the royal castle sneaking in to find the shards. It seemed everyone that wanted the sword had done the same thing as her. They had waited for all seven shards to be found before making a move. "I will need a replica, something slightly powerful to fool the masses. Also, whatever replica you are giving me it should be tied to my blood, and I should be the only one to wield it."

"Even now, you are looking out for yourself." The female official could not help shaking her head. Some people did not learn, Sigrid was one such person. She had already experienced the pain that she had gone through earlier.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Sigrid and Cosmos found themselves back in the war room. Cosmos was holding replica shards of the Eclipsion sword in his hands.

Sigrid looked at the real sword with reluctance before picking up the shards. They had already been together by Romilda. When her fingers touched the first one, it lit up, glowing red.

She placed another piece upon it and it came together. Driven by curiosity, she joined all the the pieces, making the sword whole. Its hilt, wrapped in enchanted obsidian and lined with celestial runes pulsed with and eerie red glow like a river of fire.

The silver blade appeared otherworldly, shifting between deep molten silver and pitch black like an eclipse. A light from the torch fell on it and it shimmered with a soft, ghostly luminescence.

Sigrid firmly grasped the hilt and she swung it out slowly, testing its power. In the air where it passed, flickering embers of fire and heat danced. A black mist was emitted from it, but before she could take a closer look, Cosmos cleared his throat and held out his hand.

"But..." Sigrid started and fell silent, gritting her jaw. She wanted to use her magic and awaken it, to see what it could do. She had a feeling that once bonded to its wielder, it would respond to emotion. She could only imagine how it had worked when fueled with Emmah’s anger as she led Eldorian soldiers to lay siege to Medoris.

That probably wasn’t a fraction of what it had accomplished in the hands of the original shadow mage Dravos, who once wielded it.

Greed brewed within her, and unwillingness gathered around her like a dark shadow. If she claimed the sword for herself, what was the worst the bank could do.

"The sword or the child, what will it be?" Cosmos asked.

He still held out his hand but left the choice to her. Reluctantly, she handed it over feeling great loss as she did. Cosmos handed her the broken shards of the replacement sword.

"It is not as powerful as the Eclipsion sword but it is just as mighty. If you put a drop of your blood on the tip it will be bonded to you. This is the blade of the Lunar flame." He explained.

Sigrid wasted no moment in bonding with the Lunar flame, and then, she chanted a spell, sweeping her hand over its shards.

From the Lunar flame, she made another copy, a useless sword whose shards looked like the Eclipsion sword. Carefully, she arranged the shards of the useless sword on the table and left the war room.