The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"And that's the gist of it."

Two days after Frank had that run-in with Thousand Isles Guild, Silverbell, the chief of the Martial Alliance, personally came to Zamri.

Frank then told her the entire story of what happened, and after some thought, she concluded, "Well, they got their just deserts."

"Now, that's a little unfair since I'm at fault too."

Frank sighed, shaking his head in regret as he sipped the tear Silverbell brought. "That martial artist wouldn't have been killed if I had intervened earlier." "About that..."

Silverbell sighed. "Although Thousand Isles Guild is one of our close partners, their reputation has suffered a blow as one of their members has committed murder in public.

"Naturally, Thousand Isles Guild would compensate the victim's family, so you don't have to blame it on yourself because it wasn't your fault."

"But aren't I the fiance of the chief of the Martial Alliance?"

such, the Martial Alliance could be considered

"Frank..."

cheeks flushed at Frank's

in appreciation of her tea but soon appeared worried. "By the way, you shouldn't reveal your true strength unless it's absolutely

did a

massacred Mystic Sky Sect-unless they all came for

do them any good, and Frank was not in a hurry to settle old grudges, thereby maintaining a

at least reached the Transcendent rank for good,

plan, though

"Well, because... Urgh."

don't have

too. It turns out that participation numbers across the different Martial Alliance branches were uneven. As such, the Love tournament committee approved a snap decision to combine two different cities into a single joint

Frank appeared

too many participants that only two berths