"But the current commander is nearly dead, you should be able to make it back in time for the inauguration of the next one."
Golden Lotus smacked her lips, "Master, you're joking right?"
Hannah did not respond, instead gazing out the window at the heavy rain.
The wooden door had been blown open, weakly swaying in the wind, completely useless.
In the corner, a dog hole that had been blocked off was somehow cleared.
Golden Lotus, curious, asked again: "Master, how did the former commander die?"
Hannah's expression remained unchanged as she answered indifferently, "Someone killed him."
"Who?"
"The first princess."
The four words echoed from Hannah's mouth, as if with a different meaning. They were long and soft, full of malice.
Golden Lotus didn't notice, shivering subconsciously, then exclaimed, "She's really powerful, then, capable of killing a commander."
