Elder Huxley walked up to Maron, his tone hesitant. "Master Maron, isn't Frank Lawrence..."

Maron shrugged. "He's better than I thought, able to challenge that bitch as an equal."

"But what about the chief—"

"Silence," Maron growled as he shot him an icy look. "He's barely alive, so shut it unless you want all of us dead!"

"Yes, Master Maron." Elder Huxley sighed heavily.

"Come on, Elder Huxley." Maron chuckled, seeing his concern. "I know that it's hard on you as an elder of our sect, seeing how things have turned out. but would you rather have Sage Lake Sect stay stuck in measly Southdam for another hundred years?!"

my father will soon be too. Who else would know what we did? And once this match is over and I have my

shook his head. "I'm not sure. and I'm confused. Wouldn't Lady

Frank, who was still fighting against Silverbell intensely. "Why would I be punished? What crime have I committed? It's all Frank's fault for drugging Silverbell with Passion Dust. I was merely aiding her in her distress but was caught in the

And you elders will benefit from this too, don't you think? The sky's the limit—that is, after we join the Martial Alliance. How is that not better than suffering the whims of

up, and he bowed in deference. "Your plan is flawless, Master Maron. I'm earnestly

some Sage Lake Sect apprentices brought. "Indeed. Now, let's just wait for the drug to kick in—once it does,

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

of swords between Frank and Silverbell

speed, Frank's swordcraft continued to befuddle Silverbell, coming deadly close

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