She did not dare to use it.
As a princess, the environment she once lived in would never show her murderous intent, nor would anyone confront her with swords.
It was as if she were a flower grown in a greenhouse, showered with care, so even on the battlefield, there were always others to hold her aloft and hunt down the "prey" for her.
This was the first time she had come into such close contact with death.
Just now, her throat was almost pierced.
"Where is Sheffield Benedict? Where is he?" She looked around but could not find that familiar figure, "Wayne Lane, Wayne!"
No matter how she cried and shouted, she could never find those two familiar figures.
No one would protect her anymore.
Until this moment, the last words Hannah said to her before she left that small world reappeared in her mind.
She said she would return to seek revenge.
She would kill her own.
Finally, fear emerged in Emma's eyes.
Ahead.
