The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 252: Giggle and fart.

Turning around once, Sigrid found herself face to face with her husband and a group of his advisors. Not just them but noble lords too that had just overheard a very misleading statement.

"Your highness." she curtsied.

Roland touched her chin, his eyebrows were raised curiously and he was smiling mischievously. "My love." he responded.

She started an eye roll but stopped it mid way because there were eyes on them. She was the dignified crown princess.

"Lords." she acknowledged the nobles.

The Lord mage was rather impatient, he had no time to analyze Sigrid and Roland’s body language. Whether they were flirting or not was none of his business at the moment. "What brings you all here?"

The Lord mage liked to think of the mage estate like his personal royal castle. Just as the king did not want anyone venturing in and out as they pleased, he felt the same way.

The presence of the noble lords that served in the king’s court visited was not a pleasant sight. Every time their kind visited, they touched things they should not touch. Some insisted on taking the harvest of the farms at no cost. Others saw servant girls they desired to possess. In one word, the Lord mage could classify these visits as a nuisance.

Roland answered the question on behalf of those that the Lord mage was eyeing with displeasure. "I shared with the noble lords the news that the assassins responsible for the current condition of our king had been arrested. They insisted on coming over to take a look at these criminals. There is a debate ongoing about their fate."

For an unknown reason, the noble lords decided to share their opinions with Sigrid and the lord mage.

"They should be paraded through the city and then beheaded. It should be covered live for all to see that Eldoria is ruthless in dealing with her enemies."

"No, they should be put on trial and made to confess their crimes before the people. In that trial they should mention who sent them. This is the perfect excuse for us to go to war with Medoris."

"We are not ready for war with Medoris, we have just ended one war and we cannot jump into another one."

"I propose that we use them as trade for the Eldorian soldiers captured in Medoris. It is time for us to bring our people home. Everyone knows that they are living as slaves on Medoris."

"They tried to kill the king, we should have their flesh cut a thousand times...."

"Ahem!" Mauve interrupted the loud debate, clearing her throat three times and banging on a door with a small long wooden stick. "If you all wouldn’t mind taking this conversation elsewhere I would be grateful. I am teaching a class and the students are distracted."

Mauve got the opposite reaction of what she was expecting. The noble lords that had never witnessed a class taught by a mage to other mages decided to peep inside the windows.

"If you do not mind, teacher Mauve perhaps you call allow our noble lord witness how lessons are conducted here." The Lord mage suggested.

Mauve rolled her eyes and returned to the classroom of students. There were thirty three young mages studying, all of them under eighteen. They youngest was a six year old boy.

"We have some on lookers today so try not to put me to shame." She told them.

The children looked at the windows and saw the nobles. Their young eyes did not know what to make of the situation. The older students sat upright, if they impressed a noble, it could be an opportunity to be adopted into a noble house.

Being a mage was good, being a noble mage was better.

"The pink vines sitting on your desks are called giggleweed. When someone chews on this vine, they remain in a state of uncontrollable laughter for thirty minutes. Of course dosage can be controlled which minimizes the giggling time. Some of the side effects of using giggleweed include snorting, hiccups and rolling on the floor." Mauve introduced the vine and pointed at one of the students. "Azarius Cohen, you are today’s volunteer." She gestured for a fifteen year old boy to come forward.

"She is actually a good teacher." Roland commented, surprised obviously.

"I chose her, what did you expect?" Sigrid asked him.

She smiled smugly, relishing in her little secret. Mauve was the original female lead, everything that she touched turned to gold.

Back in the classroom, Azarius Cohen was already rolling around on the floor giggling like a fool. He curled his body like a baby in the womb and let out an unexpected fart.

As other students pinched their noses, laughed or frowned, he continued to giggle. Despite all the laughing, the horror could be seen in his eyes.

"He is going to be teased for the rest of the term." The lord mage winced. He almost felt sorry for Azarius but the boy was one of the mages that liked to play pranks on others. In a way he deserved this.

The nobles were very amused, Lord Givenchy for one was laughing so much that it almost seemed as if he had also used some giggleweed.

"We can add another side effect to the list. Nobody should mock Azarius for this or I will make everyone chew some giggleweed and we can study the side effects on you."

Five minutes later, Azarius who was still mortified returned to his seat. Mauve opened a basket filled with mushrooms and distributed them using magic.

"This is forget me not fungus, a mushroom that causes temporary memory loss. It can only be found in the deepest part of the mystic grove, in places were dangerous magic beasts dwell.

Now the memory loss only happens for extremely inconvenient things like where you left your underpants or your mother’s name and it lasts six hours only.

Each one of you has been given a mushroom that you will use in your magic potions class. You are only getting one mushroom per school term so handle them handle with care or teacher crown princess Sigrid will be very unhappy."

Roland and the nobles lords turned their heads to Sigrid.

"You are teaching here! Since when?" he asked.

"I start tomorrow." she told him. "I will be teaching two classes, magic potions and defense against forbidden magic. The mages should learn how to protect themselves from spells like the one used on Princess Romilda."

"That is a wonderful idea, as always you are thinking ten steps ahead Crown princess." Lord Bailey was the first to praise her.

The other lords had no choice but to do the same.

"What was done to Princess Romilda is horrific indeed. The thought that someone can take away common sense of another is frightening. These foreign mages are very cruel."

"The mage school should come up with a way to reverse what was done. Lord mage, are you looking into this?"

The nobles were worried because maybe someday, they would be where Princess Romilda was.

"We should take this conversation elsewhere and leave the children to their class." Roland suggested.

Mauve was introducing another root as they walked away, something called Whiskerwort.