No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1633: Move Forward
She was never a traitor, nor a criminal, but the true guardian of the Empire.
Those rumors, fabrications, and the blind accusations of the masses pushed her further away, and buried her sincerity and vitality forever in the cold frontier lands.
Even with regret and apologies, the harm had been done.
She had her revenge, and from then on, everything about the Empire no longer concerned her.
On that day, under the clear sunny sky, the long-sealed archives of the Mecha Academy were finally revealed to the world.
After a century, the square was packed with crowds, and on the giant screen was the image of the girl soaring freely in her youth, defying all the shackles the world tried to impose on her—living a dazzling life of her own, even on the brink of a cliff facing the abyss.
Sheffield Benedict stood at the highest spot, declaring in the most solemn ceremony:
The third commander, Hannah—officially relieved from her duties.
Hannah, in times of peril, took over as the third commander, yet was unjustly dismissed because of fabricated charges. Now, her honor is restored and her reputation cleansed.
But in the end, what remains is just this memory.
For a very long time, so long that when people mentioned Hannah again, their understanding of her was limited to records in books and mentions by instructors at the academy.
They said, Hannah was the most outstanding mecha master in the past hundreds of years, and her stories could fill days and nights.
"Was she really that amazing? If you, the principal, were to face her, who would win?"
During class, a newly enrolled student raised a question.
Behind the lectern, Jay Brown closed the materials in his hand, "Of course, her."
Even though they never truly crossed swords, he knew the moment she stood under the blazing sun, taking an attack that was meant for him.
Some people are just unreachable, no matter how hard one tries in a lifetime.
The class bell rang, and the students who just wanted to ask questions excitedly got up to pack their things, talking about what to have for lunch today.
Jay Brown packed up his lesson plan and left the classroom.
Along the way, people greeted him.
Now Jay Brown, as the youngest principal in the history of the Mecha Academy, had also become someone else’s idol.
The gaze of those students was just like how he used to look at Hannah.
Burning, adoring.
But perhaps with a slight difference.
Sometimes he would wonder, if he were born a little earlier, whether his figure would also exist in the youth of Hannah.
But in the end, it was just a thought.
Time always moves forward, never pausing for a moment, never waiting for anyone.
Decades passed, and Sheffield Benedict finally received Wayne Lane’s reply.
The letter advised him not to worry, and that maybe he would visit the Empire if he had the chance.
That year after leaving the palace, he went to the grassland where he and Hannah had stayed a hundred years ago. He gazed at the stars and the fireflies, the winds carrying the scent of flowers, awakening memories of the past.
He looked up into the distance.
In the night, a blurry figure of a girl seemed to appear, bright and dazzling, as if he saw her, as she was back then, "Hey, do you want to join me on some righteous adventures?"
Later, Wayne Lane went to Bruce and moved back into the Guest Arrival Inn.
Guest Arrival Inn remained as it used to be, an old tube-building, but even in the bustling city it seemed like a realm where no one set foot.
Only now, after a hundred years, the Guest Arrival Inn had been remodeled into a theme hotel, catering exclusively to adventurous and thrill-seeking guests.
