For three years, Guest, the bowyer of the Hero's Party, restrung a single bow every single night. It belonged to Ciel, an archer of the Winged Folk. A winged archer's bow, drawn while in flight, will never fly true unless the tension is tuned to the beat of their wings. However, the party's swordsman mocked Guest, saying 'A bowyer who can't fight is just dead weight,' and with Ciel remaining silent, Guest was exiled. Six months later, Guest is running a small bow workshop in a remote forest village when Ciel appears alone. Ever since Guest left, she hasn't hit a single target. And yesterday, the last bow Guest made for her finally snapped. It will take thirty days to finish a new one. Measuring, selecting feathers, and test-firing—she knocks on the workshop door every day.