599.Chapter 599
“Let’s keep going.” Eliza replied, her expression calm and unwavering.
Vance raised one eyebrow. “Alright, move the target back another hundred feet.”
Once the target was adjusted, Vance feigned politeness again. “Your Grace, you go first.”
Eliza shot him a knowing glance, clearly aware of his intentions.
But she didn’t refuse.
Instead, she nodded and released another arrow, striking the bullseye dead–center.
Vance followed, his arrow slicing through hers with a sharp crack, splitting it cleanly in mid–air.
Smirking, he asked, “Your Grace, shall we keep going?”
Eliza nodded. “Yeah.”
Vance smirked, “Very well. Move the target back another hundred feet.”
Eliza shot again, hitting the bullseye for the third time.
Vance followed suit, his arrow once again splitting hers with precision.
Vance said, “Your Grace…”
Eliza nodded. “Yeah, we keep going.”
This time, before Vance could finish basking in his own satisfaction or even complete his sentence, Eliza cut him off impatiently. “Next time, skip the question. Just move the target after every shot until someone misses.”
Vance’s expression faltered for a moment.
‘Does she really think she can keep up with me?
‘Can’t she see she’s already losing?”
With a cold snort and a darkened expression, Vance replied, “As you wish, Your Grace.”
“Move it back another hundred feet,” Vance said calmly.
For the fourth time, her arrow struck the bullseye with pinpoint accuracy.
Vance, refusing to back down, shot through her arrow once again, showcasing his own skill.
“Move it back another hundred feet,” Vance said calmly.
Eliza’s fifth arrow hit the center of the target without fail, while Vance’s shot, though it landed on the bullseye, failed to split
her arrow.
“Move it back further…”
Eliza’s sixth arrow found its mark, dead center once more.
Vance’s shot faltered, veering slightly off target.
“Again…”
Eliza’s seventh, eighth, and ninth arrows all struck the bullseye with unerring precision, each shot as flawless as the last. By then, the target had been moved from its original three hundred feet to an impressive twelve hundred feet away. Vance, however, began to lose his edge by the seventh round. His shots drifted further from the center, and by the ninth attempt, his arrow missed the target entirely, flying wide into the air.
The moment his arrow missed, the training ground fell into a stunned silence. It was so quiet that one could hear a pín drop.
A sudden round of applause broke the silence.
Who would dare clap at a time like this?
Vance, humiliated and furious, spun around to glare at the audacious person clapping, only to find himself staring at Nolan. Nolan laughed heartily, his strikingly handsome face radiating smug satisfaction, his expression even more arrogant than Vance’s had been earlier.
*Serenity. I’ve always heard you excel in many Successfully unlocked! ined your archery would be this extraordinary.
Tell me, Serenity, what other talents are you hia.ng from
his voice filled with admiration.
His bright eyes sparkled with delight as he gazed at Eliza, his expression one of unrestrained pride.
“My Serenity is always so quiet, but when she acts, she leaves everyone in awe, Nolan thought to himself, he heart swelling with admiration.
It was just a simple contest, yet who could have predicted her archery skills would be so astonishing?
They had only seen her as a woman, and worse, dismissed her as a weak one.
But they had forgotten that before she became the Holy Lady, she was the cherished daughter of the Duke’s estate, the only granddaughter of the prestigious Padilla family
From a young age, she had been a diligent learner, excelling in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and mastering different skills
Even after leaving the Duke’s estate, she thrived independently, mastering toxicology, medicine, herb cultivation, and even bug control
She had always walked the path of self–improvement, knowing when to shine brightly and when to remain understated. Even Nolan himself couldn’t claim to fully understand the depths of her capabilities.
And so, as he witnessed Eliza’s breathtaking display of archery today, admiration surged within him.
Eliza, once the brilliant daughter of the Duke’s estate, had always been exceptional
But now, as the Holy Lady, she was even more dazzling than ever before!
