As for Hannah... she is but a "lowlife" that disgusts people.

She is a prisoner of a defeated region, an existence that should not have been.

Yet, this very existence had managed to escape for nearly a hundred years.

During those hundred years, she had not slept well for even a single day.

Her dreams were full of Hannah claiming her life.

Finally, at this moment, the queen was eager to convict Hannah: "Betraying the royal family is a grave crime. Hannah even dared to fake her death to escape; in my view, she should be executed immediately."

Regarding the queen’s proposal, the king did not object.

After all, Hannah’s existence was a threat to the whole royal family.

Even though she had sworn to offer her lifelong loyalty to the king and had once fought desperately to protect the royal security, she still deserved to die.

She was innocent, but in the eyes of those in high positions, her strength was the original sin.

Her achievements overshadowed the ruler.

After a minute of silence, not one person raised an objection; the nobles below merely whispered to each other.

Hannah’s death would be a blessing for them.

As for her previous contributions, they could be completely dismissed.

Apparently, after the nobles had communicated among themselves, they sent forth their eldest to stand out.

"So be it, we..."

"Wait." Wayne Lane stepped forward again, "I object."

Instantly, all eyes turned toward him.

The king frowned deeply, displeasure evident in his eyes.

The queen did not conceal her dissatisfaction at all: "Such a criminal should have died long ago."

The king’s silence was a form of agreement.

Wayne stepped forward, his expression unchanging, "She indeed deserves to die, but the royal law emphasizes that royal nobles are exempt from the death penalty. If we execute Hannah now, I fear the law would be broken."

Hannah faking her death was a secret; to outsiders, she had died a hundred years ago.

It was hard to guarantee that, in the future, nobles would not exploit this execution.

With a single statement, he enlightened everyone present.

The king also hesitated.

The queen, infuriated, tore a gem from her gown.

But no matter how much she expressed her dissatisfaction, the decision to kill Hannah was still rejected.

The power of the royal nobility was not to be questioned or disrupted.

Even they could not do so.

If this precedent were set, who knows whose turn it would be next.

The queen’s face contorted, nearly unable to maintain her composure.

In the end, it was the king who spoke, "Since you believe we should not execute her, how do you propose we deal with her?"

Keep her in the dungeon?

That could only last so long, not forever.

She had soared to heights that threatened the ruler.

The queen’s voice turned sharp, she scoffed, "This matter concerns royal security, I hope the commander won’t indulge in personal feelings."

Everyone knew of the "personal feelings" between Hannah and Wayne Lane.

Their childhood friendship, as well as their side-by-side battles on the field.

"The queen worries too much," Wayne slightly bowed his head, his face still cold and his tone extremely calm, "If really concerned, we could perhaps extract Hannah’s consciousness and cast it into a minor world..."

If consciousness were put to sleep, even the strongest mental force would be rendered useless.

This suggestion was almost immediately adopted by the king.

Just as Wayne had guessed, the king left the matter to the queen to handle.

The queen, jealous and harboring resentment over the king’s past wife and daughter, hadn’t managed to kill them in the past; now, she naturally wouldn’t miss an opportunity to torment someone.