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Chapter 47

Chapter 47

It seems unlikely that someone like Curtis could be beaten. The other four all felt the same way. Normally, when people hear his name, they usually shrink back in fear and don’t want to take him on.

But Quinlyn, being young and inexperienced, didn’t feel that way at all. In her stubbornness, she charged ahead without a second thought.

Drawing from her confidence as a lookout in the borderlands, she boldly decided to play a game of hide and seek with Curtis among the trees.

As the game went on, Curtis found himself chuckling, leaning against a wall. He knocked on the barrier and called out to Quinlyn on the other side, “Aren’t you hungry? You seem to have endless energy”

A moment later, Quinlyn said, “Leonard just told me that it takes three days to die without food, so I’m good for now.” As long as she was alive, she could keep going.

Curtis, hearing this, was genuinely impressed by her determination.

“But Curtis,” Quinlyn said with a hint of concern, “you sound a bit out of breath; are you okay?”

If it weren’t for her innocence, he might have thought she was making fun of him. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he realized he had worked up quite a sweat.

It was unusual for him in training camp, which showed that Quinlyn had really pushed him, both physically and mentally.

With that alone, she had proven herself. Yet, even while showing concern, Quinlyn stood her ground, saying, “If you can’t keep going, feel free to act cute.”

off his hand, he grinned fiercely. “You little rascal.

a game; it just seemed childish to her. But before she could argue, she felt Curtis’s

and she quickly climbed a nearby

both of them had the same

put her at a disadvantage, she grabbed a sharp branch and

servant’s startled voice rang through the

but then remembered Edward, turning back to push his wheelchair as fast as

and Quinlyn sitting

are unbelievable. Come to me.” Curtis, panting, looked torn between being tired

dripping with sweat, leaned against a rock, declaring earnestly, “I

take me on in close combat. Thankfully,

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concern surged in his chest. He urged Stanley to push him closer to Quinlyn, leaning

simply shook her head. “No, it was Curtis who got chalk dust

himself first.”

your life? Is victory worth such

safety–her willingness to put herself in harm’s way for the sake of winning. This was the last thing he wanted

Stanley stepped in to mediate,

promise Grandpa that you won’t do dangerous

Quinlyn remained silent, head bowed, standing firm like a

to Edward. But then he caught

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