The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 363: The death of a phantom

The words Sigrid said were absurd. How could a woman that was giving birth hold the baby in? This was like the

need to pee, if the desire was there, it could not be stopped. You could hold it in for a while but eventually it

would burst like a dam. These were Lady Iryne’s thoughts.

Mauve fed the pregnant woman a tonic that reduced almost all of her pain and killed her screaming. "Keep

screaming." she told her.

Mrs. Cravelle, the wife of a mage hunter, Billiam Cravelle who was always venturing into the Mystwood grove

could not have been more confused. She had been brought here by her husband.

The only task given to her was to have a baby. Suddenly she was not supposed to have the baby anymore! What

was going on? And why did they need the phantom mage when she was having no problems giving birth even

without a midwife.

She could not question the crown princess but she planned to pinch the ears of her husband later on for bringing

her to this place without explaining the situation clearly.

There was a sudden rush of wind, the green flames flickered and the phantom midwife stepped out of them.

Mauve pinched Mrs. Cravelle’s thigh and she screamed really loudly. Tears appeared in her eyes, and she glared

at Mauve.

Mauve just gestured at her to continue screaming.

The Phantom midwife had the hood of her cloak up. She gave one nod of acknowledgement to Sigrid, glanced at

the bassand then made her way to the bed to check on the patient she had cto see.

Sigrid creeped up on her from behind just when she bent to take a peek between Mrs. Cravelle’s legs. She reared

her hand back, a sword appeared in her hand and before anyone could scream or blink, the sword was

embedded in the body of the phantom midwife.

Someone gasped.

Sigrid pulled the phantom midwife back by grabbing on to her neck and she pushed her down to the floor.

"Deanne bring Thor." she commanded.

The phantom midwife was no dead, she was struggling, trying to chant a spell but Sigrid was faster. She covered

the woman's mouth and whispered, "Voxa severa."

With those two words, she sealed the voice of the phantom midwife. Unfinished, Sigrid sliced a side of the

midwife’s neck with her fan.

She looked at the dying woman and smiled like a devil. "As long as you are gurgling on blood, you won't be

trying to chant spells. Save your energy for you are going to die today. In six minutes precisely."

Deanne brought baby Thor over. He was awake, kicking and grabbing the air energetically. Sigrid took the baby

into her arms and held one his hands. "Mauve, cand prick his finger."

Mauve always traveled with blades, she took one, apologized to Deanne and pricked Thor's finger. Thor

responded by wailing so loudly that his cry nearly shuttered the windows.

Ignoring the discomfort and complaints of her nephew Sigrid positioned him above the face of the phantom

midwife."Open her mouth wide."

Christie rushed to do it.

"And her eyes." Sigrid added.

Lady Iryne took one eye and Mauve, the other. Sigrid pressed Thor's finger and she dropped his blood in the

mouth and eyes of the midwife while chanting a spell that none of the ladies understood. The house started to

shake, the window burst open.

The phantom midwife screamed as if she was commanding the wind to help her. Everyone saw white balls of

light escape from her body and rush out of the window. One went into Thor.

When the balls of light were exhausted, the phantom midwife stopped screaming.

"It is done." Sigrid declared. She gave Thor back to Deanne and her eyes found those of the midwife again. She

still had breath in her and all that was left to do was wait for it to run out. She was losing so much blood that it

had formed a puddle around her. "For someone that loved collecting debts, it is a little funny that you reneged on

yours."

There were questions in the eyes of the phantom midwife.

Sigrid decided to address sof those unvoiced questions. "The place where you got your magic, you should

have returned what they gave to you. | am simply a debt collector."

The eyes of the phantom midwife lost their light and she died.

Sigrid stood up and dusted her hands against her coat as if she had been sweeping and there was dust on her

hands. She met the curious eyes of her mother, sister-in-law and ladies-in-waiting.

"She...." Lady Iryne moved her hands around, looking from Sigrid to the dead phantom midwife whose name

they would never know.

"She is a good person. Is that what you want to say mother?"

Lady Iryne nodded.

Sigrid shook her head. "Wrong, there is no such thing as a good person. Nobody is completely white or black,

except for babies. She did not always have magic so she went and sought it out from special place. The

agreement she made in that place was that she would return what they gave to her or pay with her life.

When tcto pay her debt, she decided not to do so. Instead, she started curving up little pieces of her

soul and attaching them to the souls of newborn children with magic.

If she was killed by the special beings that gave her magic, her soul would swallow the soul of an innocent child

and then she would live again. Of course she would need to make her soul whole again so she would have to kill

the rest of the children with bits of of her soul so that she can take hers back."

Deanne gasped. Frantically, she looked over Thor and started searching his body as if she could find the foreign

soul.

Lady Iryne decided to kick the already dead phantom midwife, angry that she had missed the opportunity to kill

the woman.

Sigrid grimaced when she saw all the blood on the hem of her dress. This did not stop her from explaining what

the phantom midwife had done. "For every mage child she saved, she took a piece of their soul. It is the white

light that you saw escaping out of her when | was chanting the spell."

"Oh goodness!" Mauve clutched her chest. "That is...that is....it is unspeakable and terrible."

"I have seen people that have lost their minds as children. It is said that a part of their soul is missing." Christie

said slowly. "I always thought that such things were unthinkable. To think that all this time, women have been

praising and worshiping her for kindness and goodness." She looked at Sigrid, eyes filled with curiosity. "How did

you know what she was doing? Nobody noticed it for so many years."