Maximum Intimidation Knight
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The Knighthood shall die with me.
Not because I would slay them. They were already dead, the useless lot, and I was the most useless of all. For I, Sir Henry Hilderbraud of Mostenstein, was the last of the Knights of Saint Merin.
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If only I had a sliver of magic, I could have fought back against those mages. But I had none. In a world full of magic, what could a knight like me possibly do with swords and shields?
Ah, but what luck! Suddenly, a rock fell on my head, granting me a system . . . and I became a hundred times more intimidating. The not-so-lucky part, though . . . I didn’t get any stronger. The only stat that got multiplied was my Intimidation. As a result, I, Sir Henry Hildebraud of Mostenstein, would have to survive by pretending to be the strongest man in the world.
Fate, in its infinite mockery, decreed that I seek out the woman who supposedly knew how I could rise above this mess.
Shame she was, by all reputable accounts, a total weirdo.