The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

In other words, they had chosen well-Mystic Sky Guild was much more powerful than Princely Sword School.

Even as that thought crossed Myra's mind, someone knocked on the door.

All eyes turned on her, leaving her rolling her eyes. "How many times do I have to

tell you? I'm not a pig, and I won't order food if it's not time to eat."

Everyone's faces dropped as they assumed fighting stances, ready to face an enemy.

Frank chuckled. "No need to get so dramatic-it's a courier."

As he spoke, he went over to the door and opened it, revealing a fortyish man holding a parcel and smiling at Frank.

Only Frank and the man knew that there was a bomb in the parcel!

Frank smiled as he took it. "Are you planning to stay and watch if I could dodge the bomb?"

The middle-aged man's smile stiffened, but he quickly said, "Y-You must be mistaken... I'm just a courier. Here's your parcel. Please sign for it."

he held out a pen and a

wrist. "Since you want to find out, I'll show you with no uncertainty-you don't

The middle-aged man blanched.

struggled against Frank's hold

doing?" Frank chuckled coolly. "You're literally delivering us a bomb, and that's what you're asking? How

less nonchalant, even choking

"Like I said, I'll show

to blow up-let

Then just sit

anything at all, the middle-aged man abandoned all dignity and dropped to his knees in front of Frank

whipping out a combat knife and stabbing

easily dodged it—as the middle-aged man was not even a martial artist, he naturally could

he could not win, and fueled by the drive to survive, the

Clang.

was just inches away when it shattered into pieces, dropping on the

"You're crazy!!! You-"