His luck began to shift when he met , the brilliant but prickly royal mage. She was currently cursing a pile of ancient scrolls that refused to translate themselves.
"You’re a terrible squire, Caspian," she whispered. "But you’re a decent man. Now, help me carry this idiot knight back to the castle. We have a date at the tavern tonight."
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...
The humble squire didn't want to save the world; he just wanted to find a date before the fast-approaching war started. While his master, the golden-haired (and incredibly dense) Sir Hugh, practiced his "heroic poses" in the mirror, Caspian was busy scrubbing blood off shields and wondering if any woman in the kingdom of Caerulia would ever look at him without laughing.
The turning point came when a massive Orc Chieftain cornered them in the Whispering Woods. Sir Hugh had managed to get himself knocked unconscious by a falling branch. Caspian stood between the Orc and a startled Beatrice, armed with nothing but a dented pot lid and a dull butter knife. His luck began to shift when he met
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."
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. "But you’re a decent man
"Need a hand with those, milady?" Caspian asked, leaning against a pillar and trying to look more 'dashing' than 'exhausted servant.'