She said, "Wayne Lane, I'm not a good person. If someone slaps me, and I'm in a bad mood, I can take their life just like that. Since you want to protect the lives of those so-called innocent people, I do have a good suggestion."
Being too close to her, Wayne Lane had nowhere to divert his gaze and had to avert his eyes, his eyelids lowering, "Speak."
Hannah said, "As long as you can kill all the members of the royal family, I will immediately order the wanderers to retreat."
As her voice fell, Wayne Lane looked up, meeting Hannah's eyes filled with laughter, like a rare full moon in the night sky.
This was the calm before the storm.
The cold long sword in her hand gently lifted the chin of the man in front of her, Hannah tilting her head slightly, smiling as she spoke, "Commander, how about your decision?"
