After releasing the arrow, Sylvia's first instinct was to look down, when Mikel lightly tapped on her jaw, making her head look up.
This time surprisingly her shot didn't fall flat on the ground. Rather…
Sylvia's eyes went wide as they trailed the familiar arrow's trajectory up in the air.
It whizzed towards the dancing droplets as if it had a mind of its own, casually slicing through the air and only stopping when it met its target.
Ah~~ Sylvia stared, her lips parting subconsciously, taking in a big breath of air.
"Slave gal! You hit it! You hit it!"
"Umm…"
"But that's cheating!!! My uncle helped you! Slave gal that doesn't count." The small kid pouted and kicked a stone nearby.
Sylvia's eyes rolled inwardly all the way to the back of her head. Yes! Yes! Your uncle's motive was to help me. Hmph.
But she swallowed her grievances and quietly mumbled. "As you wish, your highness."
