The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank nodded. “Indeed I am.”

The old man clicked his tongue in turn. “What a mess, allowing all sorts to join this party.”

Still, he could read through Frank’s spirited gaze to tell that he was one who could hold his own, through his spirited eyes alone. He might even be an elite in wielding vigor.

However, judging from the old man’s black-clad assailants from earlier, Silver Spring Dojo’s recruitment tourney was not just a tourney—Birthright rank elites might even show up in droves.

A young man like Frank would die before seeing what hit him without any sort of protection.

Clicking his tongue, the old man raised a hand to stop Frank. “Mr. Lawrence, I suggest you return to where you came from—you could see that I was attacked just because I was heading to Silver Spring Dojo. Would you be able to stop them in my place?”

Before Frank could answer, the old man’s granddaughter giggled. “Sir, you have the looks, so don’t die here senselessly. Listen to my grandfather and go!”

Frank was not actually annoyed despite being belittled by grandfather and granddaughter, even smiling. “Actually, this whole tourney was a trap in the first place, and it’s meant for me. From where I’m standing, you should both be leaving!”

stood akimbo, clearly disgruntled. “How’d you know the tourney was a trap, and who the hell are you? Who would anyone bother

his eyes in turn, stroking his beardly

you’re saying you’re aware this is a trap meant

have something I want. Forgive me for not elaborating on the rest,” Frank said and nodded

himself, Grandpa?!” The old man’s granddaughter

old man, however, was staring fixedly and thoughtfully

he said, “Come, we’re going

you really buying into his crap?!” – The mountain’s forest was actually

trying to probe Frank, intent on

however, only mentioned that he was

the old man’s

earnestly. “You’ll learn a thing or two, and at least you

simply smiled but said nothing, which left