The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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?!"

"Just think about it in another way,” he continued with an enigmatic smile. "Bocek Ocean is dead, and my father will soon be too. Who else would know what we did? And once this match is over and I have my way with Silverbell, do you know what's going to happen?”

Elder Huxley shook his head. "I'm not sure... and I'm confused. Wouldn't Lady Silverbell punish us?" "Punish us?" Maron laughed confidently and pointed at 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 moment as Silverbell was overwhelmed with passion.

Sect will be accepted into the alliance after I have Lady Silverbell's body. And you elders will benefit from this too, don't you think? The sky's the limit—that is, after

bowed in deference. "Your plan is flawless, Master

some Sage Lake Sect apprentices brought. "Indeed. Now, let's

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

of swords between