"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."
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." 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. "You’re a terrible squire, Caspian," she whispered
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. We have a date at the tavern tonight