How the Disgusting Suitor Met His End - Chapter 46

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“Now, here we are.”

The place they arrived at was a proper shooting range. However, the facilities were different from when she had shot the rifle last time.

The distance between the shooting line and the target was much shorter. There were also opera glasses on the table, so they could check where they hit without the servants having to shout out every time.

As a result, they were the only ones on the plain after setting down the firearms and ammunition and the servants had all departed.

“I’ll give you a demonstration.”

David gripped his handgun. It looked exactly like Cecilia’s gun.

“You hold the grip with both hands like this.”

Cecilia nodded.

“It’s lighter than a rifle, but since you have to support it only with wrist strength, the accuracy might be worse than that. Now, watch. This is loading.”

Click-clack.

“The way to focus is the same as with a rifle. Take a proper aim and steady your breath.”

The surroundings fell silent. His breathing gradually diminished.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

“You shoot like this, and you’re done. Easy, right?”

David smiled broadly.

The targets were human-shaped wooden boards. Three bullets pierced the exact same spot in the vicinity of the heart. His skill was flawless, even upon re-inspection.

Cecilia’s heart pounded.

“It is easy.”

Cecilia gripped the handgun.

She remembered the first time she held a gun in her previous life, it felt this heavy too.

It was even terrifying back then. The sight of gunpowder exploding right in front of her eyes was too dreadful. The sound of the gunshot made her feel like she was going deaf.

But strangely enough, she gradually became interested in guns. She thought she would hate it forever since she started by force.

Was it a good thing that she at least gained a skill from that devilish man?

‘Clear your head.’

The fully loaded handgun was still heavy. The more difficult the conditions, the more concentration was required.

“You don’t pull the trigger quickly. Eliminating the shaking is the first priority, so pull it slow and smooth.”

“…….”

“Though, if you take your time like that in the field, my neck might be the one to fly off first, you know?”

David’s low voice penetrated too deep into her ear. Cecilia, slightly annoyed, pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang, bang!

Cecilia lowered the smoking handgun.

“Well, well.”

David, who had been inspecting the target as if he were going to poke his eyes out with the opera glasses, looked at Cecilia.

“Were you aiming for the heart? They all grazed right past the ear.”

Not a single one of Cecilia’s shots hit the wooden board.

‘…Huh?’

She couldn’t believe it. Annoyed, she glared at David, but he merely shrugged. Completely provoked, Cecilia picked up the gun again.

“Even if you try to shoot again,”

Bang! Bang-bang, bang-bang!

“The result will be similar.”

It was exactly as he said. This time, only one bullet grazed the wooden board’s shoulder, but it still didn’t hit the main target.

“……Hah!”

At this rate, the nitpicking of Viscount Lenard or whatever his name was, might actually be true. The one who said she couldn’t hit anything without the Grand Duke’s help!

Cecilia stared at her own slender wrist anew.

“…Hold me.”

“Hm?”

“Come behind me and hold me, like last time.”

“Ah.”

He let out a languid gasp. Without answering, his large body abruptly moved closer from behind. His arm slowly rose and covered Cecilia’s hands.

Perhaps because her hands were cool from the cold wind, David’s body heat felt unusually like fire.

“Don’t move at all.”

“As you command.”

Following his low voice that tickled her ear, Cecilia pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang!

She lowered the muzzle. Before she could even look, the opera glasses were pushed out from behind. Cecilia hurriedly checked the target.

All four shots pierced the heart.

“Ha….”

So, this was purely a problem of lacking muscle strength.

No matter how much skill she had, it was useless unless her body could back it up. Cecilia felt her limits more clearly than ever.

‘Even in the novel, it was frustrating enough that she would constantly collapse from shock….’

Experiencing it firsthand, it wasn’t just frustrating—it was enraging.

Cecilia Cissil was a sickly beauty. She didn’t have a major illness, but she was frequently under the weather. In the original story, she would collapse from shock, collapse from a little overexertion, and whenever she tried to do anything, she would collapse, making her throw her smartphone down several times.

But now, she didn’t even have a smartphone to throw. Throwing the wooden gun, whose durability was seriously questionable, was madness.

There was one more thing.

“Do you want to shoot one more time?”

The man behind her, who whispered in her ear and subtly pushed Cecilia deep into his embrace, had suddenly started to bother her.