"You want to learn the… bow?"
Asher, who was standing guard in front of the door, asked the Seventh Lord, who came out of the room and spat out nonsensical words.
The other nodded.
"Don't you know how?"
"…No, I know."
"Then go straight to the gymnasium."
With a slightly confused expression, she looked at the Seventh Lord, who spoke calmly.
This erratic Lord was doing something eccentric again, just like he did in Rutus Mountains.
A bow… what kind of request was it to suddenly ask her to teach him to shoot an arrow?
As if what she was thinking was clearly visible on her face, the Seventh Lord said.
"I just suddenly became interested."
Asher couldn't ask for anything more and had no choice but to follow the Seventh Lord.
The two moved to a spacious private gymnasium in the basement.
Butler Floto finished preparing the bows, arrows, and targets.
The Seventh Lord and Asher stood side by side, each holding a bow, keeping their distance from the target.
"Let's shoot first."
At the words of the Seventh Lord, Asher immediately put an arrow on the string and shot it at the target.
Piing!
The arrow flew with great force and accurately hit the center of the target.
He nodded and said.
"Now teach me."
"…"
Asher asked, not knowing where to start.
"You don't know how to shoot at all?"
"Yes."
"…Then, start with the posture."
She said to put an arrow on the string and pull it.
At that, the Seventh Lord hung an arrow on the string and pulled it lightly. It was a sloppy form.
"You lowered your right shoulder too much. And the hand holding the arrow…"
At Asher's request, he slightly change his stance.
"…Aim at the target like what I just did, and now shoot."
The Seventh Lord set up a demonstration.
The arrow flew sloppily and fell to the floor without even reaching the target.
Asher looked at it and said.
"You lost your posture the moment you fired."
"Let's try again."
As the Seventh Lord continued to shoot arrows, Asher watched from the side and pointed out what was wrong.
About half an hour passed.
The Seventh Lord still could not hit a single arrow at the target, which was less that 30 paces away.
"…"
Asher looked at the arrows piled on the floor and the walls with a slightly stiff expression, then turned her gaze back to the Seventh Lord.
Piing!
The flying arrow hit the wall next to the target without fail.
"You made a mistake in your grip again."
The Seventh Lord kept repeating what she had pointed out nearly ten times. Like a person who had no sense of moving his body at all.
The Seventh Lord lowered his bow and looked back at her.
"Are you mad?"
"…No."
"Your voice is stiff. You must be angry."
"I'm not."
The Seventh Lord shook his head and said.
"How about correcting my posture once?"
It meant putting her hands directly on his body and guiding his posture.
Asher hesitated for a moment before moving closer.
Was it a big deal to touch a Lord's body? She even carried him on her back in Rutus Mountains.
"Fix your shoulders like this…"
As she touched the Seventh Lord's body here and there, Asher felt it again.
It's really a soft body that hasn't been trained in the slightest. As if it would break just by touching it.
…The image of the Seventh Lord who defeated the monster snake in the mountains suddenly flashed in her mind.
What was the source of that unreasonable power he showed?
She felt a bleakness that was hard to gauge from the Fourth Lord, the King of the Dead, whom she had unexpectedly seen before.
However, on the contrary, Asher did not dare to judge the Seventh Lord by any standard just because she felt nothing of the sort from him. Wouldn't even this lousy body be a shell with little meaning to him…?
Piing!
As she corrected his posture, the Seventh Lord who shot the arrow finally hit the target for the first time.
He put on a slightly satisfied expression.
"I'm getting the hang of it."
As he said, the Seventh Lord fired a few more shots, all the arrows hit the target, and the practice was over.