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."

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

"I, uh..."

longest time but somehow could not

repeatedly. "Forgive me, Lady

crowd was actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy,

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

at her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's

aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat. "Don't push me,

trembling, but he looked around at the audience around him

front of so many, Silverbell snorted as

members mesmerized-her strength was certainly above the rest, which

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