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He didn't win by strength. He won by being the best squire in the world—he used a smoke bomb he’d crafted from Hugh’s ruined laundry and tripped the Orc into a ravine.
Over the next few weeks, Caspian played a dangerous game of multitasking. By day, he was in the mud, frantically tossing health potions to Sir Hugh during monster raids—literally staying alive by the skin of his teeth. By evening, he was "borrowing" the finest wines from the castle cellar to share with Beatrice during her late-night study sessions. Love Esquire – RPG/Dating Sim/Visual Novel Free...
"I’m not much of a hero," Caspian yelled, his knees shaking. "But she's got a lot of reading to do, and you're in the way!" He didn't win by strength
Caspian realized then that while he might never be the one in the history books, he was the only one with a girl on his arm at the end of the day. By day, he was in the mud, frantically
Beatrice peered over her spectacles. "Unless you’ve spent the last decade studying Forbidden Arcana, Squire, I doubt you can help. But... you do have hands. Carry these to the library."
"Need a hand with those, milady?" Caspian asked, leaning against a pillar and trying to look more 'dashing' than 'exhausted servant.'
Exhausted and covered in soot, Caspian turned to find Beatrice staring at him. She didn't thank him for the rescue. Instead, she walked over, wiped a smudge of dirt from his cheek, and kissed him.