Ciela's arrow flew with a low whistle, its path resolute, before penetrating the throat of the last wild goblin. The goblin lifted off the ground from the arrow's force before slamming into the wall of a fallen building.
"Ark!"
"Good shot Ciela, it seems these goblins aren't strong enough to put up a resistance."
Asmodeus complimented her archery because he truly found it beautiful.
The way she drew her bow, rapidly replaced arrows and then maintained composure, with just a single bead of sweat dripping from her brow, after releasing a dozen arrows before they could escape.
"Asmodeus, it's nothing, but thank you. Hehe." Ciela's soft voice trembled as she gave him a radiant smile.
"I wish I could shoot a bow."
Sariel complained, while fluttering her winds and sitting close to Asmodeus. He couldn't help but find her jealousy adorable when, as a succubus, her powers of seduction far exceeded that of Ciela's.
"Don't pout, Sariel… you spent all morning in my tent."
