Seeing Kael's skill with the bow, Roberta's eyes widened in disbelief. Three purple boars lay dead on the damp ground, their bodies still bleeding, filling the air with a sharp, metallic stench.
Her gaze returned, almost against her will, to the young man. Kael Medici. One of the young masters of the Medici clan, a lineage with a thousand-year history that had kept its banner flying high in power for decades.
If it weren't for the misfortune that befell her clan, Roberta would never have witnessed such a scene with her own eyes.
A long sigh escaped her lips. She tried to calm the turbulence that stirred in her chest, forcing herself to regain her composure. She then set about collecting the corpses of the beasts, for her bow was still motionless: she had not had a chance to attack.
But at that moment, Kael raised a hand, signaling her to stop.
