"Exactly how many times do I have to hit this target before I move to the next task?"
Ink was at her usual place by the wall. Her perpetual boredom etched on her face. "Until it's battered enough that it'll fall from the wall."
Tianshi Xue huffed angrily. "I'm getting tired of tossing these knives!" she said with a frown.
"You shouldn't. It'll save your life in the future."
"You're so certain that I'll get attacked."
"Of course, for at least three dozen more times before you die? Especially now that you're going to go out in public and be open to people. You don't know which ones would like to kill you."
"Why on earth would anyone want to kill me?" As soon as she said the words, she wanted to take them back. She was also living a 'kind of' peaceful life until her father killed her.
"We never know. It might just be someone who hates royals."
"I don't see why," said Tianshi Xue.
