She did not dare to use it.
As a princess, the environnt she once lived in would never show her murderous intent, nor would anyone confront her with swords.
It was as if she were a flower grown in a greenhouse, showered with care, so even on the battlefield, there were always others to hold her aloft and hunt down the "prey" for her.
This was the first ti she had co into such close contact with death.
Just now, her throat was almost pierced.
"Where is Sheffield Benedict? Where is he?" She looked around but could not find that familiar figure, "Wayne Lane, Wayne!"
No matter how she cried and shouted, she could never find those two familiar figures.
No one would protect her anymore.
Until this mont, the last words Hannah said to her before she left that small world reappeared in her mind.
She said she would return to seek revenge.
She would kill her own.
Finally, fear erged in Emma’s eyes.
Ahead.
Hannah still did not appear.
After several bouts of fighting, Wayne Lane displayed his inherent strength. Although he could not turn around the situation, he could still buy so ti.
He was forcing Hannah to show herself.
At this mont, he thought of nothing else, only wanting to see Hannah.
As the sky darkened, the empire’s army retreated behind the defense lines once more.
The night brought chilling winds and sand, and the trees began to gather ice.
Given the current situation, it would not be long before the wanderers completely overca the defense line and advanced towards the royal abode.
If Hannah wanted revenge, she had to first carve out a bloody path for herself.
Standing atop the high wall, Wayne Lane silently watched the wanderers’ camp.
They, as usual, lit bonfires, laughing loudly, forming a stark contrast with the empire’s despair.
The empire would not last many more days.
Wayne Lane knew this better than anyone else, which is why he was even more eager to see Hannah.
But she did not want to see him.
Wayne Lane looked down, observing the wounds on his body, and let out a bitter laugh.
They all owed her, but at this mont, they didn’t even have the qualifications to repay.
The night deepened.
The empire got a night’s respite.
Taking advantage of the night, with eyes red from crying, Emma approached Wayne Lane, her voice choked with sobs, "Wayne, co with , we can’t win this, co back to the palace with , father will think of a way."
Wayne’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke in a deep voice, "Emma, do you know what you’re saying?"
No one was around, and a little farther away, Jay Brown was on watch.
But he wasn’t paying attention to their situation, only gazing out towards the wanderers’ camp, sowhat lost in thought.
"Wayne, I know everything, Hannah is a madwoman, she wants to kill everyone, she’s crazy. Co back with , let’s go to father, she wouldn’t dare disobey father’s order."
Emma sobbed, her voice filled with both hatred and fear when she ntioned that na.
Regardless of Hannah’s strength, Emma had clearly seen the strength of the wanderers, even Wayne was sowhat unable to resist.
"Do you think Hannah still cares about any of that?" Wayne spoke softly, his eyes filled with bitterness and self-mockery.
Emma’s crying stopped, she angrily said: "Would she dare to commit patricide? Isn’t she afraid of being condemned by thousands?"
Three Principles and Five Virtues, the natural order of society, committing patricide and regicide was always considered heretical and reprehensible, both in the past and now, destined to be despised by people.
How could one actually disregard people’s opinions and thoughts in life?
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