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."

None of them would dare question her strength or the official

"I, uh..."

but somehow could not manage a single coherent

kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive me,

as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was

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

"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 me, or I will execute you

around at the audience around him awkwardly.

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

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

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