Bang!
With the gunshot, a streak of fire flashed past. A gray shadow sprang up from the grass, then crashed heavily to the ground.
It was a fat gray rabbit, its eyes precisely pierced by the bullet while its fur remained completely unharmed.
"Haha, how about that? If I weren't the queen, I'd definitely be the kingdom's greatest marksman!"
Livina lightly blew at the nonexistent smoke from the muzzle, then turned and flashed Evan a smug smile.
Her Majesty the Queen, who had ruled this nation for a full thirty years, had gathered her brilliant golden-red hair into an exquisite bun atop her head and wore a relatively simple platinum crown.
She wore a fiery red off-the-shoulder gown entirely devoid of a monarch's dignity, her fair feet clad in exquisite golden openwork high heels.
A winding branch of golden-green roses climbed up the jade-like stretch of calf exposed beneath her skirt, emerging again from her smooth, fair back and turning into a vast cluster of incomparably gorgeous blooming roses.
Beside her, Evan, who was also carrying a rifle, still wore his ever-unchanging combination of shirt, trousers, and tall military boots.
"Heh."
Hearing Her Majesty the Queen lavishly praise herself, he could not help looking up at the sky, wanting to see whether any cows blown into the heavens might fly past, only to receive a reproachful smack from Livina.
Indeed, if a divinity creature standing at the apex of the mortal food chain could not even achieve perfect accuracy, that would be far too embarrassing.
This was the royal hunting ground attached to St. James's Palace, and the two distinguished majesties were clearly, well, shooting together.
"But honestly, the improved Type 77 Rifle really does feel great. There probably isn't a better rifle on the international arms market now."
Livina