No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1594: Opinions Vary

"Why do you ask that?"

Only after the words escaped his lips did Hannah realize how hoarse his voice sounded, as if each word was wrapped in the stench of blood.

Hannah looked at him, "I think, perhaps you’d prefer a life like the one we had in Fairy Forest before."

No gunpowder, no worries, just the chirping of birds and fragrance of flowers in the mortal world, along with absolute freedom.

Such a life was indeed desirable.

Hannah pulled at the corner of his mouth, trying to speak but unable to, instead he avoided Hannah’s gaze and looked down at his own frail, pale hands.

Without a touch of normal human color, as if they were ready to collapse at any moment.

Him like this would forever only become a burden to Hannah.

"If you truly are tired of me, then just send me away," he choked up, and when he raised his head again, he forced a strained smile, "Anywhere is fine."

"Hannah, I am not tired of you." Hannah explained to him, "It’s just that the situation ahead might be very dangerous, and I might not be able to protect you well."

When Hannah first brought Hannah back, she had told him that she would protect him.

But even she couldn’t predict how the next set of circumstances would unfold.

Hannah was in poor health; he couldn’t rush into battlefields like other wanderers. But leaving him behind alone, Hannah did not feel reassured.

Hannah gradually came to understand.

But it was precisely because he understood, it made him all the more distressed.

He’d rather Hannah be tired of himself than to be a drag on her.

The wind gradually ceased, and the sand scattered, the night sky becoming clearer, with bright moonlight and devastating stars.

Between the two was a long silence.

"If I have to leave, where would you send me?"

Hearing this, Hannah looked up at the person opposite her.

Hannah’s smile was full of bitterness, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he still held back stubbornly, not letting them fall.

*

The clash between the wanderers and the empire was imminent.

Three days later, in the hurriedly prepared mecha combat team selection competition officially began.

Compared to previous years, the number of registrants this year had multiplied many times over. But it wouldn’t be accurate to call it registration, as all students meeting the criteria were forcibly included in this selection.

This included many freshmen who had not been enrolled long.

The royal family stirring up such commotion naturally also attracted the attention of the populace, with debates starting to surface on the interstellar network, and at the heart of the discussions was this combat team selection competition.

——Isn’t this just forcing the students to be targets on the frontier? Has the royal family gone mad?

——He who said that, be warned of the title, it’s advisable to use abbreviations in this kind of environment, but I agree with what you say. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

——Isn’t that a bit dramatic? I’ve seen the notice; it’s just a minor training exercise. Besides, aren’t the mecha academy students there to train for future combat readiness? What’s the difference whether they go earlier or later?

——The one before doesn’t know the pain of standing, do you? What do you mean a minor training exercise, are you unaware of what the condition of the frontier is? The wanderers are almost breaking through!

——One can’t ignore the fact that there are many freshmen who have just started school at the mecha academy, they’re just like ordinary people, with no real combat experience, and without expensive mecha to protect themselves, going for training in these conditions is equivalent to being targets.

——Isn’t that too severe? I remember that the first princess is also on the frontier, she’s gone there too!