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

"I, uh..."

was left stammering for the longest time but somehow could

was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive me,

a moment 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

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

up at her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's

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

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

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

mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief of the Martial

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