Escorted by a procession, the lady in white strode toward the edge of the lake.

Everyone had turned toward her when they heard her laughter and froze up right then.

"L-Lady Silverbell..."

Stanwick turned rigid when he saw her too, and he dropped on the floating platform with a thud.

He stared blankly at the lady, panic written all over his face.

"Lady Silverbell!"

Upon seeing Stanwick's dramatic reaction, the martial artists and audience members-be it from Zamri from Riverton-were all bowing their heads in salutation. "At ease."

It was indeed Silverbell in the flesh, and the crowd's collective salutation truly enlightened Frank to the authority she commanded as the chief of the Martial Alliance. Over a thousand people were greeting and bowing at her, a seemingly frail woman. None of them would dare question her strength or the official ties she had. And right now, her visage was cool as she stared at Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker, don't you think I have the right to investigate you?" Even the bloodlust in her eyes was palpable.

"I, uh..."

for the longest time but somehow could not

was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive me,

was actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him

she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an

QUMS

and smiled awkwardly. "It's not like I won't tell

"But what?" Silverbell snapped,

sword

aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push

looked around at the

so many, Silverbell snorted as she

technique left

audience members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief

still lying on his side and clutching his

Stanwick, she said, "You

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