"Miss!"

The arrow didn't even have time to get close to the target that was stuck in the ground. Damiana without hesitation took another arrow and continued to aim.

"Miss!"

This time the arrow went past the target and swerved to the right. She continued to shoot another arrow.

"Miss!"

The arrow this time grazes to the left. Damiana continued to aim with a unchanged expression.

"Miss!"

Arrows stick to the stele pole. The baby doesn't stop.

“Low eccentricity!”

This time the arrow hit the outer rim below the round target. But the baby's face remained the same.

“Eccentric on top!”

Arrows stick into the top rim of the target. Damiana continued.

"Miss!"

This time the arrow did not hit the target.

"Miss!"

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The arrow continued to not hit the target.

“Right eccentricity!”

The arrow in the outer rim is deflected to the right. Damiana continued.

"Miss!"

Didn't hit.

"Miss!"

Continue going out.

"Miss!"

Go out.

“Eccentric left!”

The arrow is close to the center, but still outside the rim to the left.

Damiana raised her bow and shot, she opened her eyes to see the red center in the distance. Holding the bow and arrow handle firmly in her hands without straining her hand muscles. An easterly breeze blew her hair off her sides. The skirt is fluttering in the early snow. Talbot stood aside, looking at her. Even he himself did not understand what happened to Dami today to look so determined. Damiana's expression was not as usual. Something intense, and so cold. She remained silent and her bow was still on the string. It's like waiting for the right time.

The wind stops. The surrounding air stood as still as a statue. The little girl's expression did not change, and she lightly let go of her hand. The arrow grazed her cheek, making a scratch in her skin. The arrowhead seemed to rotate in the air, just like a javelin tearing the wind in front of me. Damiana straightened her body and looked at the direction of the arrow, the change in her face remained the same. The little girl silently waited for what she wanted most.

“Hit!”

Damiana just now changed her face. The little girl smiled, shrugged her shoulders and said softly:

"Eventually!"

Damiana didn't bother to stay at the training ground. She put her bow and arrow back on the shelf, then left without minding that Talbot was still there. He followed the girl's figure disappearing, then looked back at the arrows still strewn on the ground, and the target hit in the heart. But only now did he realize, it was not Damiana's stele, but Beatrice's.