But what angered her the most was still Hannah.

She had thought that this time she would be able to capture Hannah just like the last time; she had even prepared her mocking words. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But after so much time had passed, there was still not a single piece of news about Hannah, and she began to suspect that Wayne Lane was deliberately sheltering her.

Otherwise, why was there still no news at all?

"Go call Wayne Lane over to me!"

The princess was issuing commands again.

A soldier at the front stepped forward, "The commander left the base three days ago."

"Three days ago?" Emma’s eyes widened in fury, "Why didn’t anyone inform me!"

Why?

No one dared to answer.

They surely couldn’t say it was an order from Wayne Lane, could they?

The silence of the group greatly stirred Emma’s anger again, but just as she was about to explode, Sheffield Benedict arrived.

As soon as Sheffield Benedict arrived, he ordered the guards at the door to leave.

He glanced at the messy room and at Emma sitting in the chair with red eyes and disheveled hair, frowning, "It’s one thing in the palace, but this is the frontier base; you can’t make a fuss like this."

His voice was usually calm, with a mix of gentleness and detachment.

But this time, it carried a rare hint of anger.

Seeing Sheffield Benedict, Emma managed to restrain herself a bit.

But it was just a bit.

"I’m already upset enough, and now you come to lecture me?" Emma’s eyes reddened, not from crying but from anger, "Why didn’t you inform me when Brother Wayne Lane left?"

Sheffield Benedict sighed, his expression always gentle and his voice soft, but now there was a touch of coldness, "He went to scout the topography, to prepare for the upcoming battle, not for leisure."

He knew Emma asked because she wanted to follow Wayne Lane.

But the frontier was different from other places, not to mention the wanderers eyeing them from across the border, the complex terrain, and the ferocious mutated beasts indicated that it wasn’t a place for a leisurely excursion.

Emma understood what Sheffield Benedict meant, and angrily threw down the diamond necklace she was holding.

The necklace slid across the floor for a distance before coming to rest by Sheffield Benedict’s feet.

"Do all of you really see me as nothing more than a princess who only knows how to enjoy herself, to indulge in eating, drinking, and playing?"

Sheffield Benedict didn’t answer, just looked down at the diamond necklace by his feet.

He remembered that necklace; it was one of the spoils of war from Hannah’s eighteenth birthday, which he had been responsible for tallying.

According to the imperial royal family’s rules, all spoils of war had to be turned over completely.

That was the first time he had wanted to let Hannah keep something for herself.

The royal family was harsh on her, even though she was already a commander of the empire, she still couldn’t afford a mech of her own.

Even her expenses for school and everyday life had to be earned by herself.

At first, that twelve-year-old girl lived in the palace like a ghost; no one cared about how she lived or how difficult her life was.

Emma continued to complain, resenting that everyone underestimated her, even though she was the first princess of the royal family and had strong psychic powers, why did everyone say Hannah was better than she was.

What was so good about her anyway?

"It’s just a few battles she’s fought; what’s so great about that? The empire will be fine without her, she’s just a criminal, a traitor to the empire!"

Sheffield Benedict bent down, picked up the necklace, and placed it on the table.