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

"I, uh..."

left stammering for the longest time but somehow could not

he was kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive

as humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him

a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument to harass Zamri

question and smiled awkwardly. "It's not like I won't tell

what?" Silverbell snapped, drawing her sword with an audible swish and aiming it squarely at

around at the audience around him

of so many,

was certainly above the rest, which was why she deserved to be the chief of the Martial

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