Phield was a little surprised as well. He genuinely couldn't tell whether it was luck or skill—hitting it on the first throw was impressive either way. The pigeon's condition wasn't too bad; its right wing was injured, turning it into a ground-bound bird, waddling around and staring blankly in all directions.
"I'll heal it." Clara gathered her courage, clenching her fists tightly. With tears welling in her eyes, she pleaded, "Please don't kill my sister. I beg you. I'll do anything."
"I never said I was going to kill anyone," Phield replied, giving himself an out. "After all, the Nightfall Domain has never issued a decree forbidding bird hunting."
Imperial law only stated that land belonged to the nobility. Only territory-specific decrees issued by the nobles themselves extended ownership to rivers and the sky.
