"Out!"

Talbot shouted, then looked at Damiana with sympathetic eyes. Damiana fired three arrows, missing all three at once. The stele was still empty, and there didn't seem to be any traces left. It was Damiana's personal stele. On the contrary, looking at the next plate, there are many puncture marks from the arrowhead, that is Beatrice's. Damiana angrily threw her bow and arrow on the ground, then stormed out of the training ground. Talbot ran after her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt, saying:

"Dami, you can't skip practice halfway through!"

"Why not?" she frowned. "Even practising a hundred times can I not be as good as Beatrice!"

Talbot grimaced at her, making her squirm less. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered in a low voice:

“If you continue like this, you will forever be behind Beatrice. Forever you will be second. Do you want that?”

Talbot's angry face just scared Damiana a little, but she seemed to like it more when he was serious like this. When angry or serious, Talbot exuded an aura of his own that Dami couldn't resist even knowing it was taboo. Dami immediately shook off her impulsive expression. The little girl lowered her face a little shyly, said:

“I already know…”

Talbot gave him a small smile, patted his head, and said:

“If you want to defeat Beatrice, the first thing you need to do is defeat yourself. Show your parents what you can do, do you understand?”

Damiana nodded and said:

“I already know…”

Then, she looked around, then shyly:

"Can I kiss you?"

Talbot smiled silently, then nodded. She immediately picked up the signal, immediately leaned in and kissed Talbot on the lips deeply. She didn't forget to end the kiss with a small bite on his lower lip. Even with a light bite, it still made a small tear, causing a trail of blood to flow out. The girl mischievously used her tongue to lick the blood on Talbot's lips, then quickly ran away as if she had done something evil. Talbot kept his eyes on her, his eyes chaotic as if he had no direction. He wiped the blood on his lips with his hand, then turned away.