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."

Over a thousand people were greeting and bowing 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

"I, uh..."

stammering for the longest time but somehow could not

was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive

ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy, as she had a vague feeling that he was not merely

to this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument

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

swish and aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push me, or I will execute you here

he looked around at the

that he clearly could not say it in front of so many,

artists and audience members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief of

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