Mirabella was feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Isn't that why I have you, Nick?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Why did it suddenly feel like she was being backed into a corner? “The more, the merrier,” Grady said, knowing Mirabella well by now. “Besides, with Chester out of commission and no telling when he’ll wake up, it might really come down to you two siblings.”
Mirabella shot back, “I still have Emmitt, Zach... and if things get really bad, there's always Leo?”
She could practically fill a whole table with potential contenders if she needed to.
Grady was left speechless.
Nick turned away, pretending not to notice Grady’s frustration. His sister had always been incorrigible.
Grady, caught off guard, could only stare at Mirabella for a moment. Finally, Mirabella gave in, “Alright, Uncle, I’ll do my best.”
She really didn’t know how to handle it when the elders played the pity card.
Grady's lips curled into a slight smile, but he quickly cleared his throat and regained his serious demeanor. “However, the first round is combat and shooting, Mira. You haven’t trained in these areas, and cramming over the next few days won’t help. You can skip those and focus on the later assessments.”
Grady had heard from Atlas that Miss Mira was quite capable, but compared to other Davis family members who had been training since they were kids, she was likely at a disadvantage.
As for shooting, Penelope's marksmanship was among the best of the younger generation, making the odds even slimmer.
Mirabella, ever the laid-back type, just nodded obediently to Grady’s words, “Alright, Uncle.”
Seeing this, Grady felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if he was being too harsh. He paused and added, “Don’t stress yourself out too much.”
Nick glanced at his uncle and couldn’t resist a comment, “You’ve never comforted me like that.”



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