Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

The female archer had no reservations about this so she spoke up the moment she saw the rest keeping quiet, "Aren't you just a Wire Manipulator, though? It may not be one of the standard classes but hidden classes aren't exactly rare in this world, right?" Kirou looked at the archer with a knowing expression on his face while Jackson himself just shook his head in defeat as he spoke, "I have no idea what your class is. My best bet is with what the lass just came up with, but from your expression, I can tell that it's wrong."

"She's from another kingdom. Maybe they have people with hair like that there." I let out a heavy sigh. They were so dumb that I felt bad for them. Come on! I was found near the area where everyone from the Mara tribe jumped to their death. They still thought that I was some duke's daughter. Basically, I was surrounded by jellyfishes. The emperor returned with the commander. As usual, the emperor looked like he was taking a stroll in a cemetery. He was an epitome of evil. I had no idea how he could keep a poker face ninety-nine percent of the time.

Archie's eyes were locked on her little face, not letting go of any expression on her face. Emma lowered her eyelids and her long eyelashes trembled. She said softly, "I am not afraid!" Archie was satisfied with her answer and hugged her a little tighter. "I have indeed killed people, but those people. . . Are 100% bad people!" "Oh!" Emma's heart suddenly became heavy, even though Archie said it casually. But killing people, no matter what, was violent and bloody. It was incompatible with the peaceful world she lived in. Emma carefully thought about it. She remembered Archie mentioning Uncle Suan before, saying that he was once a very experienced gunner.

Alluvium looked at Miranda in complete disbelief, it was impossible for the archdragons to have mates and he remembered his father telling him that the archdragons were infertile. That “thing” couldn’t be his, Alluvium laughed, “Hahah… hahahahaha!!” “What’s so funny” “You actually expect me to believe that thing you’re carrying is mine?” “Because it is” “You silly wretch, I told you that archdragons are infertile”

At the same time the blue haired girl also recognize the color of her eyes, and both Issei and her asked at the same time while looking at her crimson eyes: Issei & Blue haired girl - Eh? Are you a Crimson Demon Clan member? Then she suddenly stand up straight and introduced herself while making some silly poses, kinda like what Yunyun did: ??? - Indeed I am! My name is Megumin! My calling is that of an Arch-wizard, one who commands explosion magic, the strongest of all offensive magic! All of them become speechless after she did her introduction. But the blue haired girl breaks the silence by saying "Has not thought that unexpectedly will run into the Crimson Demon Clan person here, this ch

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Am I finally going to fulfill my dream of being an archer? {THANKS FOR READING!!}

the specter whispered, its words carrying the weight of unresolved emotions. Archer's breath caught in his throat as memories flooded his mind—the loss, the pain, the mistakes he had made. The specter's presence unearthed a well of emotions, forcing Archer to confront the demons that haunted him. In the midst of the clearing, a spectral mirror materialized—a reflection of Archer's true self, stripped bare of the facade he presented to the world. With a trembling hand, he reached out and touched the mirror, his own reflection mirroring the tumultuous storm of emotions within.

In Emma's eyes, a hint of disdain unintentionally showed. Alpha Jeffn's pupils contracted, and the hint of mockery in Emma's smile caused him discomfort. Suddenly, he grasped Emma's thinking—she was sure he would lose. The maid! Alpha Jeffn smiled wryly, using his thumb to draw the bowstring, index, and middle fingers anchoring it. Exerting a bit of force, the bow curved like a crescent moon. Before anyone had time to applaud in awe, a sharp twang resonated, and the arrow shot forth like a shooting star, creating a silvery gleam. It pierced the tenth target, striking the very center.