Lance Speed 8

“What your brother means to say is that he’s very proud of your growth,” Sylvie comforted with a smile.

“Woah, no verbally expressing my thoughts!” I protested.

“This was rigged from the start, anyway.” Ellie stuck out a tongue. “I mean, how do you even dodge an arrow shot at point blank—repeatedly.”

“A lance has to be able to do at least that much, right?”

My sister narrowed her eyes, discontent by my reply. “You didn’t even break a sweat.”

“You’ll get there with enough training and experience,” I replied.

Ellie shot a glance to Sylvie before looking back at me. “Speaking of getting enough experience, I was wondering if I can maybe… you know…”