The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 351: Akia, divine messenger of peace.

Roland tapped Sigrid’s hand as if they were in a wrestling tag team match. It was her turn to say something.

"Miss Akia, with whose authority do you come here to seek peace?" Sigrid’s voice rose like a songbird in storm, fragile yet defiant. It was delicate and pleasant to her and yet unyielding.

She even had a smile on her face and most people saw no harm in her question.

Akia however read the message underneath Sigrid’s words. It was clear. "You are a nobody, you have no right to stand before me." She wondered why Roland was allowing Sigrid to speak. What did this backward princess know of matters that concerned the fates of empires?

She was impressive, yes. But, she was just another beautiful vase clinging to the crown prince in order to push the agenda of her family.

Akia controlled the anger in her voice and she answered, "I am Medoris’s divine messenger. I speak to the gods and my presence here is their will."

"Which gods?" Sigrid cut in.

Akia blinked. The question threw her off for a moment. What did she mean by which gods? Nobody had ever asked her which gods she served. They were just happy to use her knowledge and leave it at that.

Sigrid’s voice came again and she said sternly, "Peace between two empires is not children’s play Miss Akia. It is something that is negotiated between two rulers and as far as I know you are just a mage. Mages do not interfere in the politics of an empire. Perhaps your gods need to be reminded of this."

"Aren’t you a mage too?" Akia exploded with a retort, raising her voice unexpectedly.

"Easy." Anita communicated telepathically with Akia. "She is trying to get under your skin, do not let her."

Sigrid could hear Anita’s hidden voice. It was one of the perks of becoming a hunting dog for the bank. The more that Anita calmed Akia down, the more Sigrid wanted to throw her off her game.

"We have a mage just like you." She said. "Emmah Fairfax."

Gasps rippled through the hall. What did the crown princess mean, they all wondered.

Akia clenched her fists. "I can assure you that I am nothing like Emmah Fairfax, your highness. I am not a killer."

"I never said you were a killer, I just said that she is like you." Sigrid leaned down and squinted like she was looking a physical resemblance between Emmah and Akia. "She walked into this very hall and claimed to be a divine messenger. The two of you seem to even have some of the same knowledge.

The border between Nemoris and Northern Medoris is open for trade. Some of the things which were created by you, Miss Akia, have made their way into our empire. Foods like noodles, ramen, sushi, pizza, popcorn. Clothing designs, shoes, animated dolls of something called Naruto and more.Amazingly, Emmah Fairfax who is also a mage knew of these foods, clothing designs, shoes and more.

It seems to me like you both worship the same gods. That is why I asked which gods sent you here on this mission. Are they the same gods that told Emmah Fairfax to murder her mother?"

Akia had noticed some things in Eldoria which reminded her of modern earth. Ever since she arrived, she had this nagging feeling that they were being watched and there was a transmigrator like her, in Eldoria. It seemed Emmah Fairfax was that transmigrator.

Two predators could not exist on the same mountain. Akia was determined to be the only special existence in this universe. She could not have people questioning or doubting her special-ness. This Emmah Fairfax needed to die as quickly as possible.

Sigrid raised her hands as if she was balancing two things on a scale. "Two self proclaimed divine messengers with the same knowledge. One is a killer and the other...." She left the word hanging.

Successfully, she earned Akia many frowns and poked some holes into divinity.

"I don’t know Emmah Fairfax or who she worships? I am here for a peace keeping mission." Akia snapped. "Crown princess, this is something important that could decide the fate of two empires and population of millions. You cannot sabotage it for personal interests." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"And what personal interests would my wife have in this matter?" Roland jumped to Sigrid’s defense immediately. "All she has done is ask the relevant questions and raise necessary doubts. Your emperor and his family were assassinated. Different men of power are claiming territories and fighting to be the next emperor of your empire.

At the moment, the golden throne of Medoris sits empty. You have come here for peace as whose envoy? Who do you speak for? Who will I sign a treaty with? Who sent you?"

Akia clenched her hands. With every question that Roland asked, he made her seem stupid.

"Dammit, we should have thought this plan through. We should have insisted on speaking to him privately not out here in the open." Anita cursed.

Again, only Akia heard her. Equally furious, she replied to her sister, "I did not think that he would be this hard to handle."

Roland looked at his advisors and the noble Lords in the hall. "Are these the wrong questions?"

Voices confirming that he and the crown princess were on the right track rose in the hall.

"I think the Medorian divine messenger did not think this plan through." Sigrid declared. "If we enter a peace treaty with her, what happens when the next Medorian emperor tears it to shreds and decides to attack us?"

The volume of the voices calling for the crown prince not to sign the peace treaty increased.

"Then you can keep me here as a bargaining chip." Akia shouted. Her voice, packed with magic rose over all. "I am Medoris’s divine messenger. If I am married to you, crown prince Roland then I am your best bargaining chip if the next Medorian emperor goes back on his word. Marry me, not as your crown princess --for that position is already filled--but as your secondary consort.

I am the most desirable woman in Medoris but I am willing to lower myself to be your shield maiden, a concubine, if you will have me. I am willing to be the bridge that ends all bloodshed between our people."

It was if the storm on the sea was quelled at once. Silence commanded the hall for some seconds and gasps sliced through it eventually. Whispers flicked like moths in torchlight. Some called it unbelievable, others, madness. Some were for it and others against it.

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