Arpia continued her archery practice until the sky turned a deep shade of orange, indicating that the sun was setting.

To sum it up, despite hours of practice, her arrows never even came close to hitting the target.

They either refused to fly, dropped to the ground after barely leaving the bow, or shot straight into the sky as if they had a will of their own. It was clear that even though Arpia was an elf and technically my slave, turning her into a master archer in half a day was an unrealistic expectation.

However, despite the terrible results, …