Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Three Arrows in One

The crowd surged forward, pressing tightly against one another, their faces alive with a mixture of curiosity, scorn, excitement, and eager anticipation. The air buzzed with murmurs and whispered bets, everyone waiting for the spectacle to unfold.

Allen gripped the nearly frantic Everly firmly, pulling her back toward the shooting range. Nearby, servants moved with practiced care, delicately placing ripe cherries atop the heads of the three contestants standing nervously before the targets.

A servant approached Lillian, offering her the bow with a respectful bow. On the nearby tray rested three arrows, their pointed tips gleaming coldly under the bright arena lights, promising danger and skill. Lillian took a moment, her fingers brushing over the smooth wood of the bow as she tested its tension, awkwardly pulling the string back and releasing it several times. Her clumsy attempts drew a ripple of laughter from the spectators, some shaking their heads at her in disbelief.

From the crowd came a sharp voice, cutting through the chatter. “This is cruel! Couldn’t they at least give the little thing a lighter bow?” another voice jeered, dripping with mockery. “Yeah, if she can’t handle it, I’m happy to take her place,” someone else added with a sneer.

Everly and Allen exchanged a glance, their expressions darkening with disdain and scorn. Everly, with a voice dripping in false sympathy, called out, “Ms. Lillian, if this is too much for you, you can always quit. This isn’t a game for amateurs—it takes years of professional training to master.” Her words clearly meant to remind everyone that this was a noble pastime, reserved for the elite and experienced, not for novices.

But Lillian, standing alone in the center of the field, paid no mind to their taunts. Her gaze was fixed intently on the bow in her hands, her mind focused, calculating.

As the crowd’s impatience grew, a sudden hush fell over the arena. Without warning, Lillian reached out and picked up all three arrows from the tray, nocking them simultaneously onto the bowstring. The sheer audacity of the move stunned everyone into silence.

All eyes locked onto her slender frame as she drew back the bowstring with a grace and strength that seemed effortless. Her posture was impeccable—her back straight, her shoulders steady—radiating a calm power that belied her apparent inexperience.

Everly’s voice cracked with alarm. “Lillian, what are you doing? That’s against the rules!” Her face paled, fear flickering in her eyes. Not even her own teacher had mastered such a technique, and yet here was this seemingly untrained girl about to attempt it.

Lillian’s eyes sparkled like stars, her lips curling into a mischievous, confident smile. “The rules only said cherries on the head, and that the most hits wins,” she said sweetly, her tone teasing. “No one ever said how many arrows I could shoot at once, did they, Ms. Everly?”

With that, she released the three arrows in a single, fluid motion. They soared through the night air with breathtaking speed and precision, each one flying true.

In an instant, all three cherries toppled perfectly from their precarious perches.

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