Escorted by a procession, the lady in white strode toward the edge of the lake.

Everyone had turned toward her when they heard her laughter and froze up right then.

"L-Lady Silverbell..."

Stanwick turned rigid when he saw her too, and he dropped on the floating platform with a thud.

He stared blankly at the lady, panic written all over his face.

"Lady Silverbell!"

Upon seeing Stanwick's dramatic reaction, the martial artists and audience members-be it from Zamri from Riverton-were all bowing their heads in salutation. "At ease."

at her, a seemingly frail woman. None of them would dare question her strength or the official ties she had. And right now, her visage was cool as she stared at Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker, don't you think I have

"I, uh..."

stammering for the longest time but somehow could not manage

repeatedly. "Forgive me, Lady

was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy, as

you up to this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too,

at her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's not like I won't

snapped, drawing her sword with an audible swish and aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push

he looked around at

he clearly could not say it in front of so many, Silverbell snorted as

left all the martial artists and audience members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why

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