The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Seeing that Maron actually knew his place, Silverbell nodded impassively. "In that case, your application to the Martial Alliance is now forfeited. Only approach us in Morhen again if one of yours actually reaches Ascendant rank. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." She started to drift away, but Maron stopped her again. "Please wait, Lady Silverbell."

"What?" Silverbell's expression cooled, staring pointedly around at the Sage Lake Sect apprentices. "Is there anything else you have to add?"

"Certainly." Maron strode forward, shaking his head. "Like you said, my sect's right is rightly forfeited. But won't you agree it's a pity when my father just happens to be incapacitated, and the chance that Cloudnine Sect fought for us would only come to waste?"

"What are you trying to say?" Silverbell growled impatiently.

"Patience, Lady Silverbell.” Maron smiled politely. "Even if current members of my sect have failed, my friend here is willing to join and help us fight for this chance, and he's a formidable one.”

"Your friend?" Silverbell frowned as she turned toward Frank without knowing but soon shook her head. "I remember saying you only have one chance, Mr. Maron. You failed to take it, and asking for a third party's help is against the rules.”

that strong? My friend here comes from distant lands too, and it won't do for him to leave in disappointment.

he threw up a palm. "I swear this will be our

that curious sensation from

that your father is unduly incapacitated, I can give you another chance. But this shall be the

Maron exclaimed delightedly, his eyes narrowing as he returned to Frank. "I'm sure I don't have to elaborate, do I? If

a black-clad man smiling as he tore through Helen's sleeve, baring her fair

screamed and flinched in fear, while the black-clad man laughed and stood akimbo. The laughter left Frank clenching his knuckle so

lose, the guild will have their way with them...