The sounds of roaring seemed still lingering in the ears.
Emma walked gracefully with the scepter in her hand, a symbol of her princess identity, with a gem embedded at the top and a razor-sharp sword hidden within, revealed by unscrewing the base.
She approached and stood in front of Hannah.
Looking down at her dirt and blood-stained face, she felt an immense sense of pleasure.
Everyone was saying how formidable she was, calling her the future of the empire, adoring her, worshipping her; but what of it? In the end, she was still at her mercy.
"Hannah, you are my sister…" She looked down condescendingly at the person who had collapsed from exhaustion on the ground, her smile filled with pride, "so it should be me who ends your life."
"It should be me who ends your life."
The phrase from a century ago was now returned to her by Hannah.
