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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.”

at that. Shaking the sweat off his hand, he grinned fiercely. “You little

to punish her after a game; it

she quickly climbed a nearby tree to dodge a flying piece

both of them had the same limits, it came down to who would give in first. She thought he must be reaching that

her at a disadvantage, she grabbed a sharp branch and lunged forward

servant’s startled voice rang through the yard,

door, but then remembered Edward, turning back to

and Quinlyn

to me.” Curtis, panting, looked torn between

against a rock, declaring earnestly,

amusement, turned to Edward, who was approaching. “Your sweet granddaughter dared to take me on

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in his chest. He urged Stanley to push him

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

himself first.”

turned serious. “What’s more important–winning or your life? Is victory worth such risk? Don’t you see how dangerous it

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

to mediate, “Grandpa,

to Quinlyn, “You need to promise Grandpa that you won’t

didn’t reach her. Quinlyn remained silent, head bowed, standing firm like a rock. Edward’s brow furrowed, troubled as he thought

to Edward. But then he caught sight