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."

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 knees,

"I, uh..."

longest time but somehow could

repeatedly.

humble as he was pathetic. However, Silverbell was not going to let him off easy, as she had a vague feeling that he was

us who put you up to this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke

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

an audible swish and aiming it squarely at Stanwick's throat.

but he looked around at the audience around him

it in front of so many,

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

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