The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 232: I will kill them all.

Desperation, fear and hunger eventually led Emmah to an unexpected place. The residence of a family that she never wanted to meet in her life. The Bumblebart’s.

Emmah had stood outside in the cold for thirty minutes, hesitant about knocking on the door of the house. Snow had buried her feet as she contemplated on coming face to face with the very man she had rejected and the woman his hand had been cut off because of her.

When Emmah became a Windrider, she had instigated Lysander to help her get rid of the Bumblebart’s. He had paid someone secretly to kill them. In the end, Mr. Bumblebart’s legs had been broken and his mother’s left hand had been cut off. If they knew she had been involved, they would probably beat her.

Nevertheless, she had decided to try her luck for she had nowhere else to turn.

She had taken a few deep breaths before knocking on the door and when it was opened, she had started sobbing immediately. Her luck had worked, only Mr. Bumblebart was home and he invited her inside. As it turned out, his mother had returned to her paternal home and she would not return to the city until the following year.

Emmah had been relieved until Mr. Bumblebert’s sinister intentions shone through the smiling invitation he had granted her as he welcomed her into his wolf den. He had been aware of what she did to escape the Windrider’s and the fact that she had stolen their family heirloom.

He reminded her that she was now a wanted thief, all that was left was for her identity to be disclosed. The price for her stay and loyalty to him was simple: her body.

Emmah has strongly considered killing him, but she could not do so wantonly, not while she needed to hide and feed off of him for a while. She had thought about the fact that she had already given herself to Benjamin.

Benjamin was now a useless tramp card, whether the king died or lived, his future was now bleak. Her only option was to join the Fairfax’s. But on that night, she needed shelter. Sleeping with Bumblebert willingly was better than being forced by a filthy beggar on the street.

So, she had given in. As she lay on her back, on the small bed which had a rough mattress that scratched her back as her body was plundered, Emmah thought about how she had come to such a point in her life.

Nothing had gone right in her life from the day she returned to the capital city as Roland’s savior. Sigrid Thorin had stood in her way everywhere, at the royal castle and on the mage estate. The Thorin’s had also been responsible for the downfall of the Windrider’s leaving her homeless.

The idea that Sigrid had stolen all the things that belonged to her grew in her mind. As they grew, so did the hatred which swirled liked a cyclone inside of her heart.

It was not just Sigrid that she hated, Roland, the king, Mauve, Mrs. Elsworth, Lady Betsy, Thalassa, Firron, the red knights, king Raff, Romilda, the Lord mage, every mage in the kingdom, the Bumblebart’s, both mother and son. She also detested the Windrider’s, the Fairfax’s, the Evermore’s and so many other people and noble houses.

As a matter of fact, she hated Eldoria and she had been filled filled with many regrets for having transmigrated into this world. She lacked a family, friends, love and power. She had nothing.

As Mr. Bumblebert had released his seed inside of her, groaning in pleasure with tears running down his eyes, she had screamed as well. The scream that had come out of her mouth had been released from the depth of her soul.

"I will kill them all." She had thought to herself. Every last Eldorian was not worthy of being alive. This continent did not deserve to exist and she would be the one to blow it all out of existence.

She had spent the night with Mr. Bumblebert and he used her body two times more in the night and once before he left for work in the morning after instructing her to cook dinner.

Emmah had immediately started searching his house for money and valuable items. She didn’t plan to take anything, she simply wanted to know where Mr. Bumblebart kept his wealth in case she needed to go on the run.

She had also found the deed to the house, it was hidden with other documents under his mattress. Emmah decided that if she did have to go on the run, she would sell the house too.

She dressed up, got something to eat and then left the house. The day she had received her mother’s letter which revealed the identity of her father, she had done some research on the Fairfax’s. With phones and internet it was rather easy to keep a track of his movements. There was nothing nobles loved to do more than show off lately.

They showed off their expensive houses, wardrobes, farms, horses and other things that they owned. Lord Derrick was not the exception. Every morning, he visited the closest coffee house to his family estate with two of his brothers and three friends.

They had coffee and discussed the news, everything from politics to entertainment.

After that, he visited a gentleman’s club owned by Princess Romilda and engaged in different activities like swimming, horse riding, playing cards and other activities. He had lunch there or at Little Thorin and then he attended to private business which meant touring the docks and checking some ships. In the evening, he would go to a boxing club or brothel. If not, he visited his one of the three courtesans he maintained.

If he did not have a party to attend, he would stay there and return home between ten to twelve in the night.

Knowing his routine, Emmah waited around the corner by the coffee house for him to show up. She made all the arrangements to facilitate their accidental meeting and prayed for her luck to work.

As long as she became a Fairfax, she could have a starting point from which she would be able to conquer the world. She would coax her grandfather the count and impress him with her great ideas on how to conquer maritime business.

She would design new boats, ships and yachts that had never been seen before and expand the family business into flying ships...no, airplanes more magnificent than Solandor’s big magic flying ships. Then, she would convince the old man to let her inherit the business.

Emmah pulled on her cloak and smiled as she imagined the bright future that she was going to have. Why blow the continent up when she could just become empress of the world? freewebnøvel.com