The sounds of roaring seed still lingering in the ears.
Emma walked gracefully with the scepter in her hand, a symbol of her princess identity, with a gem embedded at the top and a razor-sharp sword hidden within, revealed by unscrewing the base.
She approached and stood in front of Hannah.
Looking down at her dirt and blood-stained face, she felt an imnse sense of pleasure.
Everyone was saying how formidable she was, calling her the future of the empire, adoring her, worshipping her; but what of it? In the end, she was still at her rcy.
"Hannah, you are my sister..." She looked down condescendingly at the person who had collapsed from exhaustion on the ground, her smile filled with pride, "so it should be who ends your life."
"It should be who ends your life."
The phrase from a century ago was now returned to her by Hannah.
"No, you can’t kill , you can’t kill !" Emma scread as she watched the approaching figure and kept retreating, her voice shrill, "I am your sister, we share the sa father, you can’t kill , I’ll give you whatever you want, if you want revenge go after our father, it was he who made kill you, it was him!"
At this mont, Emma could no longer uphold the so-called princess’s grace or father-daughter affection.
She blurted out everything that had happened back then.
When the king started to use Hannah, when he began his sches, even the annihilation of the chanical Warfare Team Six was under his orders.
"It was him, all his doing. Father feared your strength and your prestige within the team, worried that one day Team Six would belong solely to you, so he struck first, it was his order that led to the demise of the entire Team Six, all his doing!"
Emma cried out and scread, constantly shaking her head.
Hannah, however, did not move; she just stood aside with her arms crossed, as if enjoying her current madness, and as if reminiscing the old days.
A century ago, chanical Warfare Team Six was the youngest but also the most formidable among all the chanical combat teams.
That year, the empire indeed had no shortage of talents.
But these people often had distinct personalities, with a hundred people having a hundred different characters, each a thorn in the side, stubborn and insubordinate.
Because of this, even though Team Six had talented and powerful mbers, they still perford poorly on the battlefield, often singled out for criticism in every combat assessnt.
Captain after captain was changed, but no one could control them.
Until Hannah arrived.
Not yet twenty years old, she was the youngest mber of Team Six and the youngest captain among all teams.
Although Hannah was talented and had high ntal strength, Team Six was never short of geniuses.
Therefore, from the first day Hannah arrived, she undoubtedly received the "special attention" of the entire Team Six.
Training comparisons were considered relatively mild maneuvers already; everyone from all the chanical combat teams knew that Team Six was notorious for their tricky antics, playing gas that could infuriate people to the point of walking away.
Previously, the royal family had sent Sheffield Benedict, famously known for his good temper and courteous deanor, to temporarily manage them, but they still treated him the sa, toying with him until he left.
And now, naturally, Hannah was no match for them either.
At that ti, many people privately placed bets on how long the new captain, Hannah, could last; whether it would be days or re minutes.
After all, she was just a young girl.
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