Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 244 (Part 2):
Michael was the Duke of Rinosa, and he didn’t speak comfortably with either Helmut or Leon.
However, Helmut received special treatment. He was the only commoner here.
Leon brightened up at him.
“Your Highness Michael. How have you been feeling?”
“I’m healthy. More than ever.”
Helmut faced Michael. He had heard that the day before yesterday, or was it, Michael had come and gone while he was in the garden with his mother.
He didn’t know why Michael had just left, but it was clear that Michael didn’t much like seeing him together with his mother.
He was a guy with many issues. Michael’s smile sank more coldly than before.
Despite saying he wanted to see him often, he didn’t pay much attention to Helmut.
However, Helmut didn’t think Michael had completely lost interest in him.
‘He’s probably intensely investigating my background.’
Helmut had been careful to erase his tracks. Even the formidable Black Hawk couldn’t discern where he came from.
The legend of the Forest of Roots, where no one who entered came out, blinded human eyes.
It was an unshakeable, powerful prejudice.
Helmut didn’t think Michael was an exception. Although he couldn’t be completely at ease.
“Do you know how to shoot a bow?”
Helmut asked without much thought. Michael’s expression wavered.
“Helmut.”
Leon called his name softly, seeming flustered. He had grown bolder since getting close to Michael.
“Do you think I can’t shoot a bow just because I can’t handle a sword?”
“Yes.”
Helmut answered without hesitation. It wasn’t particularly out of disrespect, but just the apparent fact.
It didn’t seem like Michael’s slender, girlish hands could properly pull a strong bowstring.
Michael’s smile turned fierce.
“Unfortunately, I do know how to shoot a bow. It’s one of my few active hobbies.”
“I see.”
Responding halfheartedly, Helmut guessed that Michael would surely use a magic bow.
That was true. Michael was skilled at compensating for his lack of physical abilities in other ways.
But anyway, to hit the target with an arrow, one needs a certain level of skill.
“Are you confident in your archery skills, Helmut?”
“Senior Helmut’s skills are amazing. He can easily shoot down birds flying in the sky.”
Charlotte intervened subtly. She had seen Helmut hunting during their camping trip.
“In that case, I look forward to it. Shall we make a bet? On your victory or someone else’s. The one who scores the highest with ten arrows wins.”
Michael smiled softly. Helmut didn’t bother to ask about the stakes of the bet. He simply said,
“It’s better not to make bets you’ll lose.”
His tone was calm, as if giving advice. It was so nonchalant that it seemed to ask why they were doing such a foolish thing.
Michael’s expression wavered once again. It was an answer that left him both dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
“That’s quite some confidence. Are you saying you can hit the bullseye with all ten arrows?”
“Of course.”
The answer was so firm that everyone was at a loss for words. The Grand Duchess of Rinosa, who had been listening, chuckled softly.
“Then would you show us your skills? Instead of making a bet, I’ll give a prize to the winner. I haven’t thought of anything yet, but it will be a sufficient reward.”
“If you wish.”
Helmut answered briefly. It was an attitude that seemed arrogant even though he was telling the truth.
But Helmut’s job was simply to prove his words. The Grand Duchess of Rinosa smoothly deflected.
“I look forward to it.”
The guests’ turn was later. To liven up the atmosphere, the knights shot their arrows first.
They were Black Wing Knights. Their archery skills were indeed excellent. The scores ranged from 1 to 10 points, increasing towards the center, and the target was quite detailed in its scoring.
But they hit their arrows close to the center almost every time. 10 points, 9 points, 8 points. They never went below 7 points.
“How about having Helmut go last? He seems confident.”
Michael suggested. It was a calculation that the person shooting last would feel pressure thinking about the scores of those who went before.
But Helmut was someone who wouldn’t be affected by such pressure at all. He nodded slightly.
“I don’t mind.”
He then stepped forward with ten arrows. Charlotte’s archery skills were also excellent. True to her honor student status, Charlotte scored a decent 90 points. It was similar to the Black Wing Knights’ performance.
Unexpectedly, Leon didn’t seem to have much talent for archery. Most of his arrows were evenly distributed across almost all score ranges.
Having hit the 10-point mark with only one arrow, he explained with a perplexed face.
“I haven’t done much of this kind of thing.”
Naturally, he drifted away from the winning ranks.
The order right before Helmut was Michael.
Michael raised his personal magic bow. It might seem like cheating, but no one objected to the Duke of Renosa doing so.
The Grand Duchess of Renosa also seemed to turn a blind eye to his unfairness as if it were natural. In an instant, ten arrows cut through the air and were shot.
“98 points.”
Michael smiled, narrowing his eyes. It was a triumphant smile.
He could confidently claim to be the best archer in Renosa.
Although he had nothing to boast about regarding almost everything related to physical prowess, even if he borrowed the power of magic, there was no one with superior skills in archery than him.
The result wouldn’t change even if someone else held his bow.
His magic bow only slightly enhanced strength, not controlling the delicate use of that power or angle calculations.
Unless someone hit the bullseye with almost all arrows, Michael’s victory seemed certain.
Helmut lightly picked up the bow.
And the moment he shot all ten arrows, a change occurred in what seemed to be a predetermined result.