"I still need to go to the training ground today."

Emma, indifferent, raised her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "Then alright, I’ll go with you."

Wayne Lane couldn’t refuse, and had to go with her.

...

The training ground was located within the mech academy.

It was vacation time, and not many students were in the academy, even fewer were practicing at the training ground.

When Wayne Lane and Emma appeared together, they attracted quite a few gazes.

Wayne Lane was a notable figure in the academy, famous mostly for his repeatedly victorious battles on the battlefield.

Of course, that was in the past.

Despite being hailed as a "War God," Wayne Lane was, after all, a mere mortal.

The lifespan of a star being, although long, was no more than a few hundred years.

It was normal for Wayne Lane to lose.

Yet, those students who regarded him as an idol wouldn’t honestly say they weren’t disappointed.

Who wouldn’t want their idol to remain exalted forever, never to fall from grace.

In a hundred years, the academy had welcomed a new batch of students, and none would remember Hannah, whose fame eclipsed that of Wayne Lane’s before him.

Emma was quite pleased about this.

All she wanted was for everyone to forget about Hannah, or if they remembered, only remember the "fact" that she betrayed the royal family and the mech squad.

Seeing the students’ diverted attention, Wayne Lane spoke sharply. "What are you loitering around for? Continue training."

In half a month, the selection assessment for Mech Squad Two would take place.

Mech Squad Two was the strongest of the four existing mech squads.

And it was the squad Wayne Lane had originally belonged to.

Thus, each selection for Mech Squad Two drew numerous enrolments from the academy.

Emma was once a member of Squad Two as well.

But she was only a nominal member and seldom participated in training.

Prompted by Wayne Lane’s command, the students hurried into their mechs and prepared for simulated combat.

There was a huge open space in the center of the training ground, above which hung a screen displaying the names of the students participating in the simulation.

On the left side of the screen, there was also the historical ranking.

Ranked first was Wayne Lane.

But there was a space left above first, reserved by the academy’s former principal for Hannah.

Very few people knew about this, Emma included, so she was just clinging to Wayne Lane, asking how his injury was.

Wayne Lane remained indifferent, answering questions when asked but feeling no closeness.

After several rounds of dialogue, Emma’s face showed discontent, "Wayne Lane, are you still angry with me?"

She tried hard to suppress her temper, trying to appear pitiful.

Usually, whenever Wayne Lane saw her like this, even if he had a heart of stone, it would soften a bit.

But today was an exception, he merely shook his head and said, "No, you’re thinking too much."

Emma didn’t believe his excuse and her voice began to quaver, "Wayne Lane, are you still upset that I went into that minor world on my own?"

Wayne Lane remained silent, his eyes fixed ahead.

The battle below had already gone through one round.

Among them, a boy named Jay Brown had shown notable performance.

Only then did Wayne Lane divert his gaze, replying faintly, "Emma, you are a princess, no one will blame you for whatever you wish to do."

It had always been like that.

This was a place where royal authority reigned supreme.

Somehow, Wayne Lane felt irritant for the first time.

Perhaps, as Hannah had said, they had been enslaved for so long that they had grown accustomed to obedience.

Emma’s eyes reddened.