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."

was indeed Silverbell in the flesh, and the crowd's collective salutation truly enlightened Frank to the authority she commanded as the chief 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

"I, uh..."

time but somehow could

kowtowing repeatedly.

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, as

on, tell us who put you up to this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an

smiled awkwardly. "It's

snapped, drawing her sword with an audible swish and aiming it

trembling, but he looked around at the audience around him awkwardly. "I-I'll tell

it in front of so many, Silverbell snorted

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