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 ties she had. And right now, her visage was cool as she stared at Stanwick, who was on his knees, "Mr. Quaker,

"I, uh..."

left stammering for the longest time but somehow could not manage a single coherent

kowtowing repeatedly. "Forgive

crowd was actually stunned that the same Stanwick, who was so imposing a moment ago, was now as humble as he was pathetic. However,

you up to this," she demanded. "It was such a terrific stroke too, using the Martial Tournament as an instrument to harass Zamri

her question and smiled awkwardly. "It's not

it squarely

at the

not say it in front of so many, Silverbell snorted as she airwalked

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

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