Chapter 29
“Hmm, is Lord Rogerick holding a grudge against rabbit ears?”
David muttered, stroking his chin. It was a clear tease.
Rogerick only hit the ears on both sides alternately and couldn’t even get near a vital spot. In terms of skill, he was about on par with Count Vermonte, who was off in the wrong direction from the start.
“Ha…….”
Cecilia unconsciously squeezed her eyes shut and let out a deep sigh. She somehow felt embarrassed for him.
Then, she noticed something strange and looked up to see David staring at her with an enigmatic smile.
“Are you really not going to do it?”
He gestured to the gun on the table with his chin. His smirk was like the whisper of a fluttering devil.
“By the looks of it, you think you’d do a better job if you shot.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing. I’m serious. I’ve been urging you since I first saw you.”
“What do you see that makes you urge me?”
“Hmm…….”
David put on a very serious face.
“A hidden talent?”
Then he quirked one eyebrow.
‘B******t….’
She almost said it out loud for a moment.
Cecilia, who barely stopped with her mouth agape, glared at David’s smooth face.
He had erased his smile and was now seriously scrutinizing Cecilia’s face.
“Lady Cecilia, your eyes are just like a hunter’s.”
“…….”
“Her gaze is too precious to remain a normal lady. I can’t help but keep urging you, even if it’s rude.”
This, too, was b******t.
Cecilia’s face was only pretty and innocent. Compared to her fierce face in her previous life, it was as white and harmless as a newborn baby’s.
What kind of gaze did he see in such a kind face? Cecilia slightly snorted.
“It’s a shame, but I am just a normal lady.”
“So you’re really not going to do it, normal lady?”
Bang!
Just as David’s words, which were somehow full of mischief, ended, Rogerick’s bullet once again hit the highly-perched ear.
‘Oh my… seriously!’
The frustration she had been holding in felt like it was about to burst.
“…I’ll do it.”
Cecilia held out her hand.
David’s smile deepened. He genuinely curled up the corners of his mouth and gestured to a servant.
“Your Grace, the Grand Duke.”
The Grand Duke personally placed the gun the servant had brought into Cecilia’s hands.
“Eek!”
“Is it heavy?”
David’s face, as he asked with a smirk, was annoying.
But she couldn’t refute it. The gun was heavier than she thought.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t used a rifle in her previous life. She had even used a heavier sniper rifle.
But that was a story for when she had a solidly built body.
For a slender body without muscle or fat, a gun that probably weighed only 4-5 kilograms felt a little too heavy.
‘It will definitely shake the moment I aim. Moreover….’
She wasn’t sure if she could handle the recoil either.
It didn’t matter if the bullet didn’t hit the target. But recoil was different. The shoulder holding the gun could break, or if she wobbled from the recoil and shot somewhere else—at a person, for instance.
‘…I can’t take that kind of risk.’
Shooting a gun was out of the question.
“I think I…….”
Their eyes met.
It was an eye that she didn’t know when he had started looking at her.
He was standing with his arms crossed, tapping his fingers. The gaze that looked down at her with a slight twist of his head was somehow sticky.
As if he knew exactly what Cecilia was thinking.
From his slightly parted mouth with a smile, a red tongue darted out like it was licking a lollipop.
“I think.”
David finished Cecilia’s unfinished sentence and gestured to the gun with his eyes.
“You’ll need some help.”
“…….”
“How about I stand behind you and help you with just the recoil?”
Before Cecilia could even answer, he moved. David was already behind Cecilia. The distance closed in an instant.
Cecilia held her breath.
The man was right behind her.
In the cool weather, David’s body heat suddenly enveloped her. Cecilia uncomfortably swallowed her dry saliva.
“Just like this from behind.”
David’s arms gathered as if to cage Cecilia. The touch of his arms on her clothes felt like bare skin.
He held up the gun that Cecilia was holding and aimed it forward.
Now, Cecilia was completely embraced by him.
“I want to be your support.”
It was a low, small voice, like he was whispering a secret. It gave her goosebumps as it seemed to touch the fine hair on her ears.
Cecilia unconsciously inhaled.
‘Ha….’
The tension was absurd. Was there a need to be so nervous just because a man was clinging to her body?
No matter how outstanding the person’s appearance was. This man was even a person to be wary of.
‘Get a grip.’
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