The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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."

of the Martial Alliance. 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 Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker, don't you think I have the right to investigate you?" Even the bloodlust in her eyes

"I, uh..."

stammering for the longest time but somehow could not

he was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive

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

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

"It's not

her sword with an audible swish and aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push me, or I will execute

at the audience around him awkwardly. "I-I'll tell

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

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