The royal nobility has always been arrogant and expansionistic, tirelessly expanding their territory without counting costs, even throwing lavish and aningless parties despite huge deficits.
They blindly promote the empire’s strength and the royal family’s supre status to the public, yet they lack the corresponding power.
The foundation that Hannah laid down for them in those years, which stabilized their peace, has long been squandered.
Even the ergence of Wayne Lane, the "God of War", was rely a temporary delay.
The imperial royal family has long been a facade, gilded on the outside but rotten within.
If Hannah really decided to take action, overthrowing the royal family would just be a matter of ti.
But it’s the powerless common people who would suffer.
"If the wanderer really listens to Hannah, being an imperial herself, she wouldn’t go to such extres, right?"
A junior softly initiated the conversation.
This ti, the person who responded was Samuel Hoffman, "Young junior, you might not know this, but Hannah’s situation back then was very complicated. Except for us who are out of touch with the tis, everyone who could access the internet had bad-mouthed Hannah."
Hannah was once the guardian deity of the entire empire.
People adored her, placed her on a pedestal, and saw her as their faith, with online platforms filled with all sorts of praises for her.
Even without showing herself, Hannah maintained considerable popularity throughout the empire at that ti.
She even once overshadowed the then-first princess.
But such a deity, lifted by the people, was eventually destroyed by their own hands.
Not content with just destroying her, they trampled, cursed, and despised her.
Since she was their deity, she was not allowed to fail, not allowed to withdraw, not even allowed to get hurt.
She was ant to eternally burn her life for the empire, for the royal family.
Otherwise, people would pull her down from the pedestal themselves.
No one could have imagined human intentions and feelings could be so fickle.
Those invisible comnts were killing, but they felt it was not enough— they even united, carrying banners and protesting.
They demanded Hannah be expelled from the empire imdiately.
Under the careful guidance of the royal family, those who once elevated Hannah eventually beca the blades that sought to kill her.
In the year 698 of the Intergalactic Calendar, following public opinion, the royal family appointed Wayne Lane as the new commander, tasked with capturing Hannah, dead or alive.
That year saw the most wars in the history of the empire.
Hannah alone with her team of six chas resisted at the border, never imagining that the people she strived to protect wished for her death.
She brought people peace, but they wished she never resurfaced.
The next morning, the cha Academy publicized the command issued by the palace.
All students who t the requirents had to participate in the cha team selections, while the rest had to follow to the border for field experience.
On the stage, as the instructor finished speaking, the square erupted with nurous discussions.
"Really? Does this an everyone can participate in the team selection? But what are this year’s selection criteria?"
"Mandatory? Did I hear that wrong? Isn’t this a compulsory participation? Has the academy gone mad?"
"It’s not just the academy, it’s a ssage from the royal family. Many people knew about it yesterday already; I heard that the border situation is dire..."
"So, they are sending us as targets, what selection? Looks like they just don’t have enough hands."
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