The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 210: Igniting a fire in a man’s heart.

He did not know how long she had been out there but he knew she needed to be taken back inside, quickly. All thought of his mother’s actions vanished from his mind and guilt flooded his heart__how had he not noticed his wife accompanying him out here? How could he leave her neglected?

Bounding quickly across the field, he made his way to her. As soon as he reached her, he shot the servants a displeased look, blaming them for not doing their jobs. Without a word, he pulled a fur cloak out of Jesting’s hands and draped it over her shoulders. His cold hands took hers attempting to warm her frozen fingers.

"What were you thinking?" he asked her.

Through chattering teeth, Sigrid replied, "That you need me."

Roland lowered his head and kissed her hands. "Forgive me my love, I have been blinded by anger. I should have noticed you sooner."

"Its not too late." she whispered through a hoarse voice and coughed two times. Exhaustion swept through her bones and she closed her eyes.

Roland carried her in his arms and walked her back to the castle.

Before Sigrid surrendered to darkness of sleep and cold, she heard the sound of the system in her mind.

[Congratulations host, you have acquired all of Roland Maximus’s love and trust.

You have obtained the full loyalty and respect of all the red knights on the training grounds.

The lucky halo has been weakened even more by two percent. It has 18% strength left now.]

At that exact moment, in the Windrider house, the bed Emmah was sleeping on broke apart, as it collapsed, a lamp was knocked over. She fell to the ground and her hand was sliced by the shards of the glass lamp.

She opened her mouth to scream but somehow, a bug that had been flying around entered her mouth and got stuck in her throat.

Emmah stumbled out the bedroom to seek for help, gasping for air and making guttural sounds. She startled a maid that was carrying a chamber pot. The contents of the chamber pot ended up all over Emmah.

Due to the shock, she fainted with her mouth wide open. The bug went down her throat and settled in her stomach.

At the same time, one of prime minister Windrider’s mines experienced misfortune. An earthquake caused the mine to collapse, trapping several men underground, including Desire Windrider, the prime minister’s sixth son who was inspecting the mine.

Because of his identity, everyone panicked, and two of the miners run to inform the newly renovated and renamed constables office that was focused on crime prevention.

Meanwhile, on the roof of the royal castle, Cosmos was watching as everyone returned to the castle. His eyes were focused on Sigrid and Roland.

A woman’s figure appeared next to Cosmos and she also watched Roland and Sigrid.

"When you chose her as a candidate for this mission, I had doubts but she has proven to be a hurricane. The last candidate did not even last a month in the marriage after Emmah returned but she has gained the love of the crown prince and she is almost at the finish line with the halo."

Cosmos laughed and added, "Not to forget all the noble houses she has eliminated and the queen that she has brought down without bringing attention to herself. Indeed, it takes a villain to bring down a villain not a heroine with no goals or ambition."

"Are you trying to tell me I told you so?" The woman asked.

"I would never say it." he answered. "But I am thinking it."

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Come morning, the news on the collapse of the mine was being reported in the papers and on television. Reporters from ENTV were covering every second of the rescue attempts live.

Eldorians at home prayed for those that were trapped under while those with family members that were involved rushed to the scene and wailed. A huge crowd had gathered close, they were being kept away from the scene by constables. Their murmurs were loud, growing louder with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, a rescue effort that was being televised was going on. Mages in their uniforms with their familiars were leading the efforts. They were working in unison, conjuring glowing orbs to illuminate dark tunnels, moved gravel and pull miners to the surface.

Mauve Rosewood was most outstanding female mage present, she was the quickest at weaving spells that cut through debris swiftly as if she was wielding a sword.

Her moth was was carrying rescued miners on its huge wings to waiting medical tents. The crowd and those at home were watching all this in awe as they had never seen magic being used like this.

The mages had been working tirelessly all night and they had not taken a break. Even the crown prince had been seen but he had left before dawn.

So far, there had been no casualties and the reporters were calling this a miracle. After two hours, the head mage emerged from the mine, carrying Desire Windrider in his arms. He was only fifteen and a boy in many ways. He was bruised, one of his arms was broken and he had passed out due to fear.

"This is the last of them, everyone has been retrieved the head mage announced."

The crowd cheered for the mages and all the non mages that had taken part in the rescue mission. They passed out supplies like water, fruits, bread, milk and everything that they had come to the scene with.

In the royal castle meanwhile, in the throne room, the king turned off the television. His fiery eyes turned to the prime minister and his sons.

The king was not alone, royals, many courtiers, a few commoners that worked in constabulary and even a few guests from Solandor, Nemoris, Medoris and other kingdoms nearby managed to find seats in the hall.

Most of them had heard about the Prime minister, an untouchable figure in Eldoria who was at the center of the power. He was once untouchable and now he faced the wrath of the people and the king for his crimes.

Constables had already produced evidence to prove his crimes. All of the private mines that he owned had been discovered as was the gold which was buried in his estate that was being rebuilt.

The Prime minister’s eyes found those of Duke Thorin and he recalled the man’s words about his turn coming soon.

Resigned laughter poured from his mouth for he knew that he could not escape this net. This was the game, if you played you could win or lose and he had lost. All he could do was admit his crimes and ask for his family to be spared.

"How do you plead?" The king asked him.

"Guilty." he said through gritted teeth.

Viscount Durin raised his hand, seeking an opportunity to say a word before judgement was passed.