Chapter 88 He Likes Me!

Maria's POV After the rigorous training session, Frank became eerily silent, almost to the point of being deafening. His sudden silence left me uneasy. I couldn't help but feel frustrated with myself. The idea of beginner's luck seemed absurd, as my stance, knowledge, and aim were all at an advanced level, possibly surpassing that of at least half of the trainees present. Although I was still a mere child when I last trained, one skill in which I consistently excelled was marksmanship, the sole aspect that my father took pride in. Supposedly, I was meant to be the clueless, innocent, poor slave, but I couldn't resist my inclination toward archery. Years had passed since I had held or even laid eyes on a bow and arrows, yet the allure of archery retained its firm grip in my mind. In a feeble attempt to initiate a conversation, I blurted out, "Wow, that tree looks green." It was a rather silly remark, but I hoped to break through Frank's unusual silence, which seemed to stem from de