Chapter Thirty: Voice

"Perfect." He smiled proudly. "Again, Princess!"

Roselle shot at him again and again and she had yet to miss any shots barring the first one. She was incredibly precise. Even Zolan was starting to enjoy being her target.

"You're an incredible archer princess, but… what if your target is moving?" Zolan told her. "If your enemy is running from you, could you do a thing to take it down?"

Roselle remembered her self-taught trainings. When her father stopped instructing her, Roselle decided to train by herself. Though archery was simply a hobby to her at that time, she often found herself experimenting on things whenever she was bored. She had tried to aim at many things, even moving objects.

"Try to aim at me while I'm moving Princess." He then began moving – not that fast but not that slow either. Roselle aimed and the first shot was a miss. But the second one was precise, making Elijah clap and Zolan smile in satisfaction.

He gradually increased his speed. Roselle missed a lot but after