The hand clutching the belt tightened gradually, yet the voice was soft and gentle.
"Wayne Lane, do you think I did something wrong too?"
Wayne remained silent.
He was never much of a talker by nature.
Emma's tears fell, and she appeared fragile and pitiable, "Wayne, I only wanted to do something for the royal family. Hannah is a criminal, a threat to the entirety of the royal house. Why do you all protect her? You do, and so does Sheffield Benedict. What's so good about her?"
As she spoke more vigorously, spectators from the training ground below started to cast their glances over.
Jay Brown had just stepped down from his mecha, looking down as he fiddled with his gloves.
A classmate patted his shoulder, "Jay, did you see? That's the First Princess, quite a beauty, huh?"
Perhaps sensing others' stares, Emma adjusted her expression, raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, and revealed a faint smile.
Under the light, there was a kind of hazy, delicate beauty.