All along the way were thorns and dangers, no one knew how Hannah had made it through, but by the time she and Wayne Lane had comforted Emma and hurried on their way, Hannah was already sitting at the exit.

The white combat suit she wore was stained with fresh blood and coated with dust.

The girl just lifted her head to look at them, her eyes calm, showing neither sadness nor blame, she merely said to them,

"I’m hungry, got anything to eat?"

However, before he and Wayne Lane could find something to eat, the girl stood up again, waved her hand, "Never mind, I’ll go buy something myself, I’m leaving."

With those words, she lightly glossed over everything that had happened that night.

Perhaps she didn’t care at all, or perhaps she knew nobody else would care.

After saying this, she got up and left.

On the narrow path, the moonlight laid out a small trail, and the girl’s figure drifted away like a flower in the wind.

But while the flower is fragile, she carried her own pride.

Since she never held out hope for others, she was never disappointed.

It was only later that he and Wayne Lane learned that, that night, Hannah had encountered a large group of foreign invaders.

They were armed with weapons and accompanied by tamed mutant beasts, aiming to kidnap Emma and negotiate terms with the royal family.

That night, Hannah had narrowly escaped death.

She was seriously injured, but when she left, she held her back straight.

Like a poplar tree in the wasteland, never bending even when battered by wind and rain, possessing her own pride.

Looking at the photograph in his hand, it was only when the door was knocked did Sheffield Benedict come to his senses and put the photo away, "Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

A soldier entered, now responsible for Emma’s safety.

"What is it?"

The soldier’s expression was somewhat grim, "It’s the princess, she is causing a fuss to go back."

The conditions at the border were not as good as in Mo City, setting aside the adverse weather, even daily necessities like food and clothing were kept simple and convenient. After a long time, Emma naturally grew restless.

This was not the first time she had created a fuss about going back, previously each time it was Wayne Lane who handled the situation, but Wayne Lane was not at the base now.

Tiredly, Sheffield Benedict rubbed his temples, "Stop her for now, I’ll be right there."

The soldier nodded, turned, and left.

Meanwhile, Emma was sitting on her bed throwing a temper tantrum, with belongings including her dinner scattered all over the room.

Although the conditions at the border were not good, the food provided to Emma, being a princess, was the best they had. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Yet Emma remained unhappy, not only causing a fuss about going back, but she even several times burst into the command center demanding the combat team to immediately attack the wanderers outside the border line.

Emma’s mental fortitude was indeed superior, surpassing many in the mech combat team, but she lacked training and the synergy with the mechs, having no real combat experience.

Nobody would listen to her.

Perhaps at the beginning, they respected her somewhat due to her title as the first princess, but as time passed, resentment began to grow.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at, keep looking and this princess will gouge out your eyes!"

With that said, Emma threw another porcelain bowl.

Mostly standing at the door were guards assigned by Wayne Lane, usually responsible for ensuring her safety, but now they all became her outlets for frustration.

The soldiers, furious yet unable to voice it, could only bear it.

The princess’s maids, however, were accustomed to such behavior, each one lowering their heads to start cleaning up the mess on the floor.

A month of life at the border had eroded all of Emma’s patience.