No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1619: Emotion Card

A moment later, he continued, "It’s just a rumor; I see Emma as a sister, nothing more."

"Is that so?" Hannah remained noncommittal, "You’ve said that many times before."

Many times when faced with a choice between two.

Not just Wayne Lane had said it, Sheffield Benedict had said it too.

Although Hannah had never thought of pinning her hopes on someone else, the very moment she was truly abandoned, she still felt somewhat distressed. However, once she came to her senses, she felt she was being over-sensitive.

In this world, no one is obligated to be kind to you.

As Wayne Lane was about to explain, Hannah spoke before him, "You came looking for me, it must be to negotiate terms, right? For Emma’s sake?"

With the topic shifted, recalling the purpose of his visit tonight, Wayne Lane could only say, "Not for her."

Hannah asked, "Then for who?"

"For the innocent people."

"Innocent people?" Hannah murmured softly, intrigued, "Tell me more."

She moved aside, standing precisely under the frosty moonlight. Her sword, jabbed into the ground, the blade glinting coldly, radiated a lethal aura.

Contrary to the harshness of her sword was the smile on her face, like a flower or starlight, undoubtedly the most striking beauty under the night sky.

Suddenly, Wayne Lane remembered a conversation he had inadvertently heard among wanderers.

It seemed she already had someone else by her side.

He couldn’t describe his feeling, even though he knew it was inevitable, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of bitterness and pain.

He forced himself to divert his mind, focusing all his attention on the main issue. "This time, joining me on the battlefield, there are also students from the academy."

Unaffected by the change in his expression, Hannah’s lazy tone dripped with indifference, "So what?"

"They are students from the Mech Academy."

"Does that concern me? Do you think I’ll soften and retreat out of compassion?"

She smiled, her words cruel and ruthless, yet her appearance was terribly misleading.

Not just because of her looks, but also because of her eyes, and the soul they held within.

Wayne Lane remained silent.

If it were before, facing such a prickly Hannah, he might have retorted. But over the past one hundred years, he had grown increasingly silent and reserved.

Even if his heart held many words, considerations stopped him from voicing them.

Always so cowardly.

"The old principal still remembers you."

Looking up, Hannah’s expression unchanged, her smile widened, "Playing the sentimental card, huh?"

Wayne Lane couldn’t object; indeed, that was his intention.

Her smile deepened, "I’m never a good person. Emma, I won’t let go, and the royal family must be annihilated. If you object, you can fight me one-on-one now. If you kill me, there will be no need for further talk."

Wayne Lane watched her, suppressing something in his eyes—perhaps regret or perhaps bitterness, a mixture of emotions that finally turned into self-mockery.

"I can’t beat you."

That was the truth.

"It seems you are quite aware of yourself."

It wasn’t that Hannah thought too highly of herself but because she clearly knew that in today’s empire, indeed no one was her match.

It was so a hundred years ago and it remained so a hundred years later.

She was killed, captured, but it was only because she was willing.

This willingness was merely to repay a favor, incidentally settling past relationships.