Julian's Stand in Wife

Archery was a sport Sean really liked.

But…

“You can’t even pull a bow, and you want to compete?”

“Not just that. He’s barely as tall as the bow!”

“What is he doing here, trying to act tough at his age?”

“I heard there’s some nepotism involved. He’s just here to try things out. He won’t stay for long.”

Everyone at the competition murmured under their breaths, mocking him.

They wondered how rich his family had to be to send him into the training camp to pick up skills necessary for a successor at such a young age.

“Which family could it be? Leonard knows every rich and powerful family there is in Richburgh, but we’ve never seen him talk to this kid.”

“Yeah, and his surname’s Winnington.

“I’ve asked around. Among the Winningtons, there’s no one called Sean.”

Sean in disdain, as rumors about his origins

was a mimic of society. It was filled with relationships,

because this

of society when they grow up. They would be akin to fish in water, slowly conforming to the rules

things like prejudice, looking down upon others, and various

at the

he

of the training

game involved comparing whose

a member of the Winningtons. No one thought he was

was like a machine, precisely filtering out all unfriendly voices

the bow,” Sean admitted, not the

he was trying to ingratiate himself

Carrot Head, then just forget it. Just go home and be with your mommy. Watch out, you might die here without

in the arena. I’ll be able to lift the bow and arrow by then, and I can even take

What arrogance!

training for at least one month to be able to lift the bow and arrow and

what did