In ancient times, emperors would lead the army into battle themselves to stabilize the military's morale, but now, the grand First Princess, the future heir to the Empire, their guardian deity, had actually abandoned her own team and taken off.
This was simply a disgrace to their Empire.
And now, the Empire's disgrace, Emma, was trussed up and thrown on the ground.
Even with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth, she was still unable to calm down, mumbling curses as if she were cursing someone, her face flushed red from effort, eyes glaring fiercely at the wanderers nearby.
Sixth Hoffman rubbed his head, "Nicholas, what do you think this princess is saying?"
"What else could she be saying." Nicholas looked thoroughly unconcerned, with a pipe hanging from his mouth, "What else could she be saying, it's just some nasty cursing."
Upon hearing this, Sixth Hoffman was surprised.
"This princess can curse?"
