"Kill you?" Hannah waved her hand, signaling Sixth Hoffman to step aside, "Wouldn't directly killing you be letting you off too easily?"
"What else do you want then?" Emma's limbs felt powerless; she almost collapsed to the ground.
She had never been so disheveled in front of Hannah, especially with the latter's condescending posture. This was undoubtedly the greatest insult she had ever received.
If she could return this time, she definitely would...
"Still thinking of escaping?" Hannah shook her head, looked at the person on the ground, and smiled lightly, "Do you think there's anyone left who can save you now?"
Emma clenched her palms tightly, "Hannah, don't forget, I am the princess of the empire, the future heir to the throne. Are you sure you want to stand against me?"
"It seems your mind is still not very clear." Hannah said, "If the royal family no longer exists, what significance would there be for an heir to the throne?"
