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Chapter 114 The Archery Match · Oct 28, 2026

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101 Chapter 101 The Three-Way Pact 2026-10-28
102 Chapter 102 Night Encounter at the Doyle River 2026-10-28
103 Chapter 103 Horseshoes 2026-10-28
104 Chapter 104 Two People, One Horse 2026-10-28
105 Chapter 105 Something from Nothing 2026-10-28
106 Chapter 106 Declaring His Heart 2026-10-28
107 Chapter 107 Two Columns 2026-10-28
108 Chapter 108 White Horse Gate 2026-10-28
109 Chapter 109 The Book of the Nine Realms 2026-10-28
110 Chapter 110 The Northern Plains Command 2026-10-28
111 Chapter 111 Corpse-Swoon Syndrome 2026-10-28
112 Chapter 112 Beneath Stoneford’s Walls 2026-10-28
113 Chapter 113 May I See Him? 2026-10-28
114 Chapter 114 The Archery Match 2026-10-28
115 Chapter 115 A Rocket for a Prize 2026-10-28
116 Chapter 116 A Proposal? 2026-10-28
117 Chapter 117 Forcing a Fight 2026-10-28
118 Chapter 118 A Forced Confession 2026-10-28
119 Chapter 119 A Suitor’s Rights 2026-10-28
120 Chapter 120 The Horse Race 2026-10-28
121 Chapter 121 The Heyford Bridge 2026-10-28
122 Chapter 122 The Dawnfolk Bondmaid 2026-10-28
123 Chapter 133 Inner Court Upheaval 2026-10-28
124 Chapter 124 Two Pens 2026-10-28
125 Chapter 125 Gareth’s Return Gift 2026-10-28
126 Chapter 126 The Golden Lion 2026-10-28
127 Chapter 127 Your Love Was Always Quiet 2026-10-28
128 Chapter 128 Poisoned Wine 2026-10-28
129 Chapter 129 Susannah Missing 2026-10-28
130 Chapter 130 Steward Weber Was Already Gone 2026-10-28
131 Chapter 131 Timely Help 2026-10-28
132 Chapter 132 The Odenheim House Hollowed Out 2026-10-28
133 Chapter 134 I Don’t Want You to Be a Saint 2026-10-28
134 Chapter 135 Restless 2026-10-28
135 Chapter 136 The Guard Mutiny 2026-10-28
136 Chapter 137 Manager Keane’s Iron Plate 2026-10-28
137 Chapter 138 Danya’s Dress-Up Dolls 2026-10-28
138 Chapter 139 Greetings, My Lord 2026-10-28
139 Chapter 140 The Golden Age’s Gift 2026-10-28
140 Chapter 141 Words Across the Wall 2026-10-28
141 Chapter 142 The East Manor Clash 2026-10-28
142 Chapter 143 The Hidden Arrow 2026-10-28
143 Chapter 144 He Got Away 2026-10-28
144 Chapter 145 Felix Returns 2026-10-28
145 Chapter 146 Collaboration 2026-10-28
146 Chapter 147 The Empire’s Loan Sharks 2026-10-28
147 Chapter 148 Release 2026-10-28
148 Chapter 149 Returning the Fan 2026-10-28
149 Chapter 150 A Perfect Match 2026-10-28
150 Chapter 151 Drunk on East Manor 2026-10-28

The two armies had camped with a mountain stream at their backs, runoff from the Thanehorn Range. Noticeably cooler than the Stoneford plains.

With time to kill, Hayes Hadrian proposed: the two forces should compete in archery.

He counted heads, grinning: ”The Lohenheim force has only three hundred.

One team, and you’ll say we’re bullying the smaller group. Split in two, each joining one of ours.”

”Fine, two teams. Leon judges.” No sooner had Roland spoken than General Conrad pointed at Lora: ”The lady is our team captain.”

Hayes Hadrian laughed: ”Then aren’t we bullying you? All right, Lord Roland, you’re our captain. The remaining Lohenheim men choose sides.”

He assumed, as staff officer, most men would pick Roland.

He never expected: all three hundred Turkic guards chose the young lady.

This guardswoman, quite the figure. The General’s treasure... a female general? Well, Weybrook’s army didn’t lack a few men either.

General Conrad was surprised but pleased. He exchanged a satisfied glance with his deputy An, like a father showing off his daughter-in-law:

I’ll tell the lord when I get back, the young lord’s matter can’t wait. Without status, he’s no right to approach the Odenheim house...

Leon wasn’t surprised. Corin and his men had come to follow Lora. He laid out the rules:

”Three events. Standing archery, mounted archery, and shooting a silk letter. Each team fields five per event. Five arrows each. Center hits tallied. Most hits wins.”

Hayes Hadrian added: ”Both captains must compete in one event. Otherwise, no leading by example!” He wanted to see what this coddled guardswoman was truly capable of.

Corin was about to object. Conrad patted his shoulder: ”Let her play. We’ll win the points back for her.”

”I’ll do standing archery.” Mounted, she couldn’t even ride properly. Silk letter, she didn’t know what that was. Standing, she could do.

Even if they’d already counted her zero, one hit was a win.

Teams set. Targets, straw butts, erected. Lora’s standing archery was first.

She knew she was giving away points. She stood at the line, focused.

”First squad, loose!”

Her form was decent. Her draw was weak. The arrow reached the target at the end of its strength, bumped the straw, and fell.

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Corin and Shawn applauded wildly: ”The lady’s amazing! She hit the target!”

Lora nocked another. Conrad stopped Corin: ”Don’t distract her. Let her find the feel. She’ll hit.”

The feel? She remembered, in the Yanshan mountains, shooting bandits. A few arrows had connected. She’d nearly fallen from the tree laughing. Yes, that feel.

She recalled her stance. Adjusted her anchor point. The second arrow flew, and stuck, solid, in the target. Not center, but beyond everyone’s expectations.

”Adjust your angle based on the deviation.” Conrad murmured beside her.

Maybe too much pressure. The next two missed. Roland had already shot his five, all center.

But no one watched him. Every eye was on the young lady, shooting her last arrow.

Maybe too much pressure. The next two missed. Roland had already shot his five, all center. But no one watched him. Every eye was on the young lady, shooting her last arrow.

”Follow your heart. Let it guide the arrow to the center.”

Leon’s voice. Lora closed one eye. Steadied. Released.

”She hit it!”

Even the arrow-collectors jumped for joy.

Lora exhaled. Roland came over, patted her shoulder: ”You haven’t trained long, and you couldn’t practice every day. This score, as your teacher, I’m satisfied.”

”Satisfied, my foot. Why didn’t you let me win a few? Now we’re down four arrows...” Lora pouted at her brother.

”On the battlefield, would they let you? Not one arrow. Look, they’ve started.”

Round two. Every arrow mattered. Standing archery had few misses. After five men, Lora’s team still trailed by four.

Lyle and Corin both shot mounted archery. At the signal, both kneed their horses, bows drawn, charging.

Mounted archery, the steppe peoples’ birthright. Even if Lyle and Corin both hit all center, the team would only make up three.

The last event, they needed two more to win.

Shooting a silk letter: in battle, arrows carried written demands, ultimatums, or insults, shot onto city walls.

The arrow carried weight. The angle was upward. Same stance as standing, but requiring more strength and precision.

For the contest: instead of thin paper, each arrow carried a small block of wood, like a fire arrow.

Shawn competed in this event. It was a covert guard’s specialty. Making up two arrows, their target.

Lora watched the weighted arrows. She turned to Lyle:

”Go ask General He, do they’ve any black powder? If so, find a small reed tube.”

”Black powder? The mountain shrine has some, I’ll fetch it.” Lyle was observant, everywhere they went, he’d scouted the surroundings.

”How do you know?”

”Ha! Look at that shrine, half the wall is scorched black. Who else would climb up there to burn it but themselves?”

And he was gone.

The match ended. The result was maddening: a tie.

Lora’s team had made up exactly four.

”We tied after all that? Overtime!” someone on Conrad’s team shouted. Without the lady’s zero, they’d have won clearly.

Weybrook’s men didn’t want overtime. Another high-difficulty event? How could they compete with men who’d ridden and shot since childhood?

”Overtime! Overtime!”

”I’ll be blindfolded. I’ll shoot at falling leaves. If I hit none, both teams win.

If the number I hit is odd, I join the lady’s team. If even, the points go to Lord Roland’s team.”

Leon, the judge, raised his hand: ”I have a fair method. Fifty-fifty odds for both sides.”

”What method?”

”I’ll be blindfolded. I’ll shoot at falling leaves. If I hit none, both teams win. If the number I hit is odd, I join the lady’s team. If even, the points go to Lord Roland’s team.”

In his former life, stripped of his title and confined to the Princes’ Quarter, Leon had found ways to amuse himself.

He’d shot falling leaves in the courtyard. No leaves? Two attendants shook branches with poles. His archery, honed in those years.

But the courtyard was too small for mounted archery. So his riding was weaker.

”Blindfolded? You won’t hit a single leaf.”

Summer. Leaves were green, soft, fresh. Not dry and brittle. Hard to hit.

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