The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 266: Sigrid finally slaps Emmah.

Emmah’s old shop had been transformed thanks to some silver which had been given to her by her grandfather. It was now a pizza shop and as early as eleven in the morning, people were lined up outside, waiting to taste the wonderful smelling delicacy whose aroma was flooding the entire street.

It was not just the smell that had attracted attention, the music and dancing had drawn in a crowd. Emmah had employed a group of six beautiful young women, dressed them up in bright red dresses with antlers on their heads and put them outside her store to dance to vibrant music.

The dresses came up to the women’s ankles and they were dancing modern dance moves, swaying their waists, twirling in a way that was unfamiliar to Eldorian’s.

Some people had come for the beautiful dancing women and others had come for the pizza.

Many were recording, they were quite sure that the short dresses of the dancers could kick off a storm of fury in the empire.

Deanna was one of them, she had been in the carriage, watching from a distance and recording. She had been waiting for an opportunity to ruin Emmah’s grand opening somehow. But at nine months pregnant, swollen, exhausted and hungry Deanne had not been able to resist taking a closer look.

Nothing said she could not taste the pizza and ruin the grand opening at the same time.

The two knights that were guarding her cleared a path for her through the crowd and she arrived at the front where the dancers were. Her arrival coincided with the moment Emmah stepped out of the shop and joined the dancers.

Pre-Fairfax Emmah would have been in a dress as short as the ones the dancers were wearing but she could not risk angering the Fairfax’s so she had chosen to be decent by their standards.

She was in a long dress which had a small tail. The arms were open and she had compensated for that with a pair of long black gloves. She had opted for bunny ears instead of antlers. Around her neck was a silk scarf that was dancing in the air as she moved.

As she danced, the lucky halo glowed, making Emmah look like a professional dancer in the eyes of the crowd instead of the amateur that she was. The crowd was loving it, clapping, humming, nodding, shuffling feet or commenting positively.

"Wow, she is really good."

"Even in a long dress she is outshining the rest."

"Where did she buy her gloves, they are so outstanding."

"This dance is awesome, let me try it out too."

Suddenly, Deanne had a bad idea. If she stepped on the dress ’accidentally,’ and it just happened to send Emmah’s face into the window of her shop, it would not be so terrible.

Emmah would be embarrassed, she would go home with injuries and the shop would be closed once again. As for this pizza, Sigrid would find a way to get her hand on the recipe and by the end of the month, fifty pizza shops would pop up in different corners of the capital.

Sensing her intentions, the halo started to counter before Emmah even lifted her foot to stealthily step on the train of the dress.

A boy that was walking out of the pizza shop, opened the box to show off his prize to those that were waiting in line. Someone slapped the box, it went flying and a tomato slice fell in the perfect position.

Deanne’s foot which was raised to step on the tail of Emmah’s dress slipped on the stray tomato slice. Time slowed. She toppled backward-her pregnant belly leading the way. The knights held out their hands to break her fall.

But, something in Deanne made her reach out for the edge of the flying silk scarf around Emmah’s neck. When she pulled on it to pull herself forward, she dragged Emmah back.

As a mage and the owner of the lucky halo, Emmah was naturally stronger than Deanne. To save herself, she pulled the scarf back with incredible strength and inadvertently pulled Deanne forward.

Deanne slid on a pizza slice, riding it as if it was a ski all the way--until she crashed into the glass window, head first.

There was a moment of silence--five seconds at least during which time the world seemed to have come to a stop. All dancing came to an end despite the music playing on.

"Blood," Someone screamed, breaking the stillness of the moment. The blood she was talking about was running down Deanne’s legs.

Some people started to run away, including the dancers that Emmah had hired. Employees of the pizza shop and the knights hurried to Deanne’s side. Sigrid happened to arrive at that exact moment.

"Brolin, Cosmos, hurry." she heaved out. She had flown there with her horses because she had a dreadful feeling.

Cosmos pulled Deanne from the glass rubble with magic. She was unconscious, glass shards were in her collar and hands. Her face was scratched, and her water seemed to have broken.

"It was her." One of the knights pointed at Emmah. "She pushed Lady Deanne."

"It..it wasn’t me." Emmah muttered waving her hands desperately. "She pulled my scarf, I was choking so I just gently pushed her way."

"You shoved her with magic." The knight accused.

Sigrid whirled around and slapped Emmah. It surprised her that the slap managed to land successfully. She had infused magic into it hoping that the magic would break through the power of the halo and it had. Not only had the slap left a big red mark, Emmah was bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Emmah cried out and touched her stinging cheek. "It wasn’t me." She denied.

Sigrid drew back her fist and punched Emmah on the nose. "Arrest her, if anything happens to Deanne or the baby, execute her." She ordered.

Emmah crumbled to the ground, unconscious.

Sigrid did not have time to gloat over her first in person victory over Emmah however. She had to rush Deanne back to the Thorin estate.

In the carriage, she used magic to pull out all the glass shards from Deanne’s body. Then she fed her a revival elixir which was brewed with phoenix tears. It had incredible healing properties that could start healing her wounds.

No matter what happened, as long as she had the potion running through her system, it would bring her and the baby back from the brink of death.

It succeeded in waking Deanne up and the greatest challenge yet begun-screaming, cursing and sobbing as Deanne struggled through contractions. She was sure that her entire body was being ripped in half and this was not how she had managed her birthing experience.

When they arrived at the Thorin estate, members of the family were waiting outside, nervous and unsettled. Lady Iryne fainted as soon as she saw all the blood on Deanne’s’ dress and well as that on Sigrid’s dress and hands.

As a screaming Deanne and unconscious Lady Iryne were carried into the house, Roland grabbed Sigrid and turned her around.

"Sigrid, you are bleeding." He told her in a grave voice.