Elder Huxley walked up to Maron, his tone hesitant. "Master Maron, isn't Frank
Lawrence..."
Maron shrugged. "He's better than I thought, able to challenge that bitch as an
equal.”
"But what about the chief—"
"Silence," Maron growled as he shot him an icy look. "He's barely alive, so shut it
unless you want all of us dead!"
"Yes, Master Maron." Elder Huxley sighed heavily.
"Come on, Elder Huxley." Maron chuckled, seeing his concern. "I know that it's
hard on you as an elder of our sect, seeing how things have turned out. but
would you rather have Sage Lake Sect stay stuck in measly Southdam for
another hundred years?!"
"Just think about it in another way," he continued with an enigmatic smile. "Bocek
Ocean is dead, and my father will soon be too. Who else would know what we
did? And once this match is over and I have my way with Silverbell, do you know
what's going to happen?"
Elder Huxley shook his head. "I'm not sure. and I'm confused. Wouldn't Lady
Silverbell punish us?"
"Punish us?" Maron laughed confidently and pointed at Frank, who was still
fighting against Silverbell intensely. "Why would I be punished? What crime have
I committed? It's all Frank's fault for drugging Silverbell with Passion Dust. I was
merely aiding her in her distress but was caught in the moment as Silverbell was
overwhelmed with passion.
"The rest will be history." Maron's grin broadened. "Frank will be dead, while
Sage Lake Sect will be accepted into the alliance after I have Lady Silverbell's
body. And you elders will benefit from this too, don't you think? The sky's the limit
—that is, after we join the Martial Alliance. How is that not better than suffering
the whims of my old man or Bocek Ocean?"
Elder Huxley's eyes lit up, and he bowed in deference. "Your plan is flawless,
Master Maron. I'm earnestly impressed!"
Maron snorted, and he sat leisurely on the chair that some Sage Lake Sect
apprentices brought. "Indeed. Now, let's just wait for the drug to kick in—once it
does, we'll blame Frank for it!"
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The clash of swords between Frank and Silverbell raged on.
With a combination of misdirection and blurring speed, Frank's swordcraft
continued to befuddle Silverbell, coming deadly close on occasion.
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Silverbell was not backing down,
however—it was rare for her to
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Rain of Blades!" she bellowed as she
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Frank was quietly impressed—the
brat had improved by leaps and
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"Dancing Storm!" he cried as he swung his sword in turn, as if cutting through the
rain.
He unleashed a burst of sword beams of his own, parrying the rain of beams that
Silverbell unleashed.
In the distance, Maron narrowed his eyes. "That's over thirty strikes!"