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?"

smiled. "As such, the Martial Alliance could be considered half my asset, so don't you think I'm a

"Frank..."

flushed

but soon appeared worried. "By the way, you shouldn't reveal your true strength unless it's absolutely necessary-like how you showed that your strength

did a

who massacred Mystic Sky Sect-unless

was not in a hurry to settle old grudges, thereby maintaining a weird

rank for good, he

his plan, though Silverbell's

"Well, because... Urgh."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want

her eyes. "Oh, by the way, I came with good news too. It turns out that participation numbers across the different Martial Alliance branches

Frank appeared

Silverbell nodded. "Some branches had too many participants that only two berths weren't enough, while others had