Chapter 85 - The Rumors

Emelia had a dream, and after she had awoken from that dream, a piece of her lost memories was back on the puzzle table. To think she lost her memories that way, she felt pathetic enough for someone to make fun of.

"Are you alright?" Asked Elliot, sitting on the bed as he watched Emelia sat up. She stared into space, not knowing how to respond, but she still nodded her head. "Did you remember something?" Elliot Asked once more as he poured a cup of water and gave it to her. 

"A bit," Emelia answers and drank half of the water from the tall glass cup. "There were two of them. I remember hearing one of them say brother to the old man who gave me two scars on my back."

A scar? It was his first time hearing this from her, and to think that she had been hiding it this whole time means she didn't want to remember it. Elliot frowned and gently got the glass cup from Emelia's hand. 

"You never told me that," Muttered Elliot, placing the glass cup on the side table.

"I didn't want to remember it. That is why I hid its existence," Emelia answered and walked out of bed to grab a coat to wear on. 

"Did you remember anything else?" Asked Elliot while Emelia stood quiet for a few seconds. She lowered her head and answered.

"My real father."

Her real father is Louis Whelan, a Duke of Hestia. The place is known for its rapid growth of skiled soldiers trained by Duke Whelan. He is considered one of the top swordsmen in the Empire and the only one to receive a gold medal from Elliot. 

The rest goes down to history. But what Emelia couldn't understand is why he never tried saving her mother. Emelia knew she couldn't think one side of this, but then if he did love her mother very much, he should at least have tried saving her. There must be a reason since the necklace her mother gave her came from her Duke Whelan. 

"P-Princess? H-here I-is y-your tea," Stuttered Tanya, hugging a black tray as she watches Emelia take a sip of the chamomile tea. 

"Thank you," Smiled Emelia as she places the teacup on the plate. She looked at Tanya observing and asked herself how a small child like her be an assassin? Emelia doesn't know how she looked before, but then if she grew, then it would be nice to see the differences. 

"Can you relay a messenger to him?" Emelia asked Tanya, who nodded her head. "Tell him that Henry came to my room very angry and that we will be moving to the next step."

Tanya nodded her head and bowed her head before leaving the room. Though it was still morning, Emelia already felt tired. First, a random maid barged into her room and interrogated her. The next thing she knew, Henry stormed inside her room and was about to hit her. 

Now the next plan will start on the day of the party. Five days from now, a party will be held in the Duke's mansion. For sure, Henry wouldn't have time to go, and so she would be going in his stead. Usually, Emelia would reject them, but then this kind of party was different. The theme requires an alias and a mask. 

Without to show her face and name her real names. This would make things easier to spread about Henry's abuse towards her. This would tarnish his name and anger, not just the nobles but also the commoners. 

"A rally? Is a good idea. But then we have a law that states the commoners aren't allowed to rally, and only the nobles are. Who would be in their right minds to support me?" Asked Emelia as she rubbed her shoulders when a wind blew in her direction. 

"Noblewomen. You don't know how good you are at persuading others? Not just persuading but beating them into pieces, making them feel guilty," Elliot removed his coat and places it around Emelia's shoulder. 

"You do know women in this Empire don't have power. Trying to make them rally might be impossible," said Emelia.

"Have you forgotten? Who stands beside the Emperor?" Asked Elliot, and Emelia's eyes widen as she recalls. 

"The church. The priestess herself," Emelia answered as she looks at Mrs. Gilda, who nodded her head. 

"I can help with that," Mrs. Gilda said, placing a warm cup of water on the table. "You may not believe it, but she is a close friend of mine."

"You're a genius Mrs. G," Elliot gives her a thumbs-up, and she returns it back to him. 

"The question is will the priestess attend the party? Will a believer of God attend a party where it's tainted with evil?" Emelia took a sip from the cup and placed it back on the table. 

"That is where I step in to help. Do not worry about that. I will personally go to her and tell her everything," Mrs. Gilda sits back on the table, and seeing the unsure expression on Emelia's face, she continued, "Don't worry. She's someone you can trust. I know the Princess doesn't trust easily."

Emelia nodded her head and asked Elliot, "Will you be attending? I'm sure Duke Vernon has given you an invitation." Elliot nodded his head and uncrossed his arms. 

"Air, received it this morning. I have yet to respond, but I will tomorrow morning if that is we are going to do what we have planned."

Taking risks to taint Henry's name wouldn't be easy. But then, this was the only way to remove Henry out of his seat. The rumors will spread one by one, and the first rumor had been circulated already. 

The second rumor goes beyond because this rumor talks about the original crown being fake. This for sure Henry would make them shut their mouths, but then humans are annoying creatures. Even if Henry tries shutting them down. It won't change that the sapphire from the original crown is missing. 

One small detail can change everything.