“I can’t,” Casimir says, struggling to stand. “I’m useless.”

She can’t be the mercenary you want her to be. You’re wasting your time with her. Casimir hates disappointing you.

She was a princess before you’d taken her in after he’d been exiled from her kingdom, but she can’t fight. She’s worthless with a sword.

“I’m sorry.” She bows her head in front of you, tears welling up in her eyes. She wants to impress you so badly.