"You've worked hard."
Indeed, it was hard work. He was going to be shot at for several more months; it looked like target practice would continue from winter until spring.
"There's no choice. Isn't everyone waiting to level up?"
"By the way, there's something else."
"Go on."
"I heard from someone that the reason My lord chose you as an archery target was because you overheard his inner monologue?"
"Does 'overheard' mean the kind where he walks into my bedroom, leans against my bed, and starts talking to me?" A Ming asked.
"Although I don't know the specifics, I can guess that at first, you were pretending to be asleep and didn't remind My lord that he had entered the wrong room."
"So, that's my fault too?"
"My lord cannot be wrong."
"Right, it's my fault."
"I'm a little curious. Did My lord's monologue that day mention us?"
"You know, you're the first one to ask me this."
"Oh?"
