No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1606: Need Time

But for them, it is like this.

Sheffield Benedict fiddled with the pen in his hand, his gaze falling on the map, "Didn’t the royal family send over a group of cadets a couple of days ago?"

Wayne Lane frowned slightly, his eyes showing displeasure.

From the beginning, he disagreed with the royal family’s decision, but he was powerless to stop it from happening.

Not just him, Sheffield Benedict couldn’t either.

The royal family has gone mad.

Stirring public opinion, sending people to their deaths.

"They are all just a bunch of cadets, lacking experience and not strong enough; on the battlefield, they can hardly protect themselves," Wayne Lane stated the fact bluntly.

The royals think of using a human wave strategy, to drag it out as long as possible, but they forget that the battlefield is not child’s play; it is never about one move taking out one person.

"I remember, among the new arrivals, there seem to be a few cadets with quite strong abilities, especially that... Jay Brown?"

Sheffield Benedict thought for a moment before recalling the name.

Wayne Lane nodded, "He is my student."

"How capable?"

"Quite capable, but lacking experience. Give him time, and he might surpass me in the future."

Wayne Lane didn’t skimp on the praise but also pointed out the issue with time.

No strong individual is created overnight; they all need time.

"Such high praise?" Sheffield Benedict was quite surprised, "What about compared to Hannah?"

He asked this question on purpose.

As the name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the entire room seemed to change, as the air that was previously flowing now carried the chill from outside.

After a long silence, Wayne Lane spoke again, "Hannah is very strong."

Even he was no match for her, let alone Jay Brown.

"I think the royal family wants you, Jay Brown, and a few other leaders to join forces to deal with Hannah."

Using numbers against the few, battling by rotation.

This is a usual trick of the royal family.

Wayne Lane stored away the map laid out on the table, "Not a bad plan, but still useless."

If the empire here can find a few capable people to join forces, then certainly the wanderers can as well.

Sheffield Benedict looked at Wayne Lane’s figure, his brows also knitting with worry, "Is there really no other way?"

"There is." Wayne Lane turned around, "Persuade Hannah to give up on revenge, to have her join us."

Clearly, that was impossible.

None of them had the standing or qualifications to ask Hannah to give up on her vengeance.

The royal family owed her too much.

Sheffield Benedict naturally knew this as well, the corners of his mouth curving with bitterness, "Wayne Lane, that joke of yours isn’t funny at all."

They rarely talked about the past anymore.

But only he knew, how often when he woke from dreams at midnight, it was her figure that haunted him.

"Will you insist on seeing this battle through to the end?" Sheffield Benedict looked at Wayne Lane sitting across from him, his tone more serious and earnest than ever before.

Insist until the end, to face Hannah on the battlefield.

Or...

"I cannot leave." Without a second thought, Wayne Lane gave his answer.

Not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t leave.

Not just because of the glory that comes with being a god of war, but because of the loyalty he once promised to the royal family, and the expectation laid upon him by his family; that’s why he couldn’t leave.

Even if it meant death in battle.

"Sheffield Benedict, I trust that with your capabilities, you’ve already prepared a way out for yourself."

Sheffield Benedict looked up, not denying it.

Wayne Lane wasn’t surprised, only saying, "If possible, leave early."

The royal family’s power struggle is like a deep-sea abyss, drawing in everything around it.