The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 413: Epilogue.

It had been twelve months since Sigrid last paid a visit to the bank. The place still looked the same, business as usual with guests from different worlds. She was facing the same banking official that she had always dealt with. Sigrid was much more relaxed that she had been when she first stumbled onto the bank.

"Aren’t you going to give me a gift for completing your assignment? In a year, using my powers as Empress I have completed the task you gave me."

Mrs. Sadistic immortal did not appear to be too pleased. "Your orders were changed. You were not supposed to kill Erythis but deliver her here."

Sigrid rolled her eyes. "She called herself the master, gathered believers and tried to open a church in my Empire. An example needed to be made. Which is why I executed her in public and declared her believers criminals. Nobody will be looking to set up weird churches in Eldoria anymore. And I gave you Akia Nithercott instead as a replacement."

Cosmos raised his brows. The bank did not want Akia or have any use for her. She was now working as a servant on an another world, stripped of her magic. Sigrid had used them to dispose of her.

Mrs. Sadistic immortal closed the book. Sigrid had delivered as promised. "Do you wish to take on another job for the bank? It is still in this world, just a different part of your world so you might need to travel."

Sigrid had come with a bag and a contract. "Oh goodie, I was hoping that you would say that. Roland and I have been terribly bored lately. We could use a vacation and honeymoon. And I am still keeping Cosmos."

She had come with her own golden pen and she clicked it.

****

Out of the bank, Sigrid turned up inside a room in a large castle that was floating in the air. She had finally made it to Solandor for her cousin’s wedding to Prince Eron. She was not alone, she had come with her family, her husband, their son and ladies-in-waiting and their husbands.

They were all somewhere in the sky, learning how to fly with Solandorian shoes that had wings. noveldrama

Roland was guiding their son Ravien, teaching him to balance in the air. Since they arrived, Sigrid had been reminding him that a baby that had just learned to walk was not ready to fly. None the less, her husband was determined to prove that their son was special.

As for her and Galen, they did not join the others because they had come to Solandor for unfinished business.

There was a knock on her door and it was opened. Galen poked his head inside. "You ready?"

Sigrid nodded. Of course she was ready, she had been ready for this moment for a long time. She took his hand and they vanished from the room, appearing in a remote temple in a desolated area, East of Solandor.

The temple was not as desolate as it should have been. Eighty seven people were living inside and none were monks. She snapped her finger and froze everything around the temple, leaving only three people active.

She also put a barrier around it so that no one would go in or out.

It took less than a minute for Benjamin to rush out of the temple with a sword in hand and eyes wider than saucers. When he saw his guests, the sword dropped.

He was clad in leather armor, his beard had grown thicker than it had been when he was carried out of Eldoria. He had a scar on his cheek and shadows in his eyes--shadows of a man that had been living in paranoia for so long.

"I knew you would come someday." Benjamin said in a hoarse voice. "I always felt eyes watching me from the shadows."

"And yet you still recruited men, started training knights and made plans to return to Eldoria." Galen replied. "Even now, you still want to be Emperor."

"And why should I give up. The throne is my birthright too, I am the king’s son. Roland does not even rule, she does." He pointed at Sigrid, eyes roaring rage. "You are our father’s son too Galen. Why can’t you understand me?"

"Because I don’t want to be Emperor." Galen answered.

"Then you are a fool." Benjamin answered.

This argument was not worth having, Galen decided. He had come for one thing only: revenge.

Benjamin walked down the steps and said, "Would you really kill me brother? No matter what, we share blood."

Galen’s gaze dropped. He recalled Roland’s words about brothers killing brothers and how he wanted them to be different. But, Benjamin was not a brother to him, not even if they shared some of the same blood.

A blade was unsheathed. Galen held a sword in his hands. "You are no brother of mine."

He lunged at Benjamin but Benjamin stepped back. He had another sword hidden away.

Benjamin thought he could beat Galen with ease and take revenge on Sigrid, the one that sentenced his Emmah to death.

But Galen had been training with the female knight from Medoris. He fought like a mad man, a man not afraid of death where Benjamin resisted in the hope of surviving.

The final strike was delivered by Galen. It was clean and it pierced into Benjamin’s heart. The younger brother collapsed, blood sipping into the ground.

As he lay dying, Benjamin glared at Sigrid.

"I should have killed you on the night Roland married you."

Sigrid waved her hand and sent a ball of fire his way, setting him on fire.

"No wonder you loved Emmah. Both of you were terrible birds of a feather." She replied.

They stood for a while, waiting until nothing was left of him. Galen did not cry. He did not feel guilty. He had done the right thing, for the future of Eldoria. The wind carried Benjamin’s ashes away as Sigrid and Galen left.

They would never speak of this day or what they had done in the temple.

****

When they returned, everyone was on the terrace, enjoying some tea and watching the opening of the third season of the dark rise of Lady Blanche.

She slipped next to Roland on the soft thick furry rug and leaned her head against his shoulder. Ravien crawled into her arms smacking his lips, a sign that he wanted his milk bottle.

Roland showed her a video of their son that had been recording by Sir Samuel. "Ravien hovered in the air for two seconds on his own." He shared proudly. "I told you that our son is special."

Sigrid looked at her son that was all Roland, except for his green eyes. As an infant, he was already showing signs of being a great mage in future. "Of course he is special, he came from us." She answered.

She had another little one baking in the oven already. Her latest pregnancy was oddly timed with Mauve’s. This time round, Sigrid hoped that it would be a girl.

Her mother was clamoring for a granddaughter lately.

Everyone’s life was sailing smoothly. Elowin and Esme were Eldoria’s new power couple. John and and his wife Annabelle had moved to Medoris to expand the family business.

Nathaniel and Deanne were in charge of the Thorin estate.

Her grandparents and parents had moved to Nemoris to take care of the neutral army. Her mother was still working as a fairy godmother.

Even King Raff and Elarin were happy with their new baby.

Roland snatched Ravien up and drew Sigrid closer, dropping a quick kiss on her cheek. This was his dream, his happily ever after.

Sigrid closed her eyes and thought to herself that sometimes, it was nice when sensible villains like her won.

The End.