Turning Chapter 1041

Chapter 1041

Yuder quietly maintained a fast pace as he folded the medicine paper. Fortunately, Enon raised his head again before all the papers were folded. Although he was still frowning, Yuder read a rather positive signal from the fact that Enon didn't tell him to leave.

"Ah... Birthday. Birthday, birthday."

"..."

"The humans I've seen usually... remember what the other person wants and give it to them. Or they make delicious food."

"He already ate at the Imperial Palace. As for what he wants... I'm not sure."

From what Yuder had felt so far, the things Kishiar La Orr wanted were usually not material possessions. It was partly because he was in a position to have enough of what money could buy, but his nature itself was also far from vulgar things.

He was a man who sincerely expressed satisfaction with just having a meal together. Yuder was convinced that no matter what item he gave, it couldn't satisfy Kishiar as much as that. When Yuder said that, Enon, who had been muttering curses twice as long as before, opened his mouth again.

"Then the simplest thing would be... to think about what you've received so far and use that as a reference. Isn't there anything memorable? Among the birthday gifts you've received from others."

"If there were, I wouldn't have come here."

"You... No. You'll say something infuriating again! Forget it. Just keep folding that!"

Enon irritably ran his fingers through his hair and tapped his forehead with his index finger, lost in thought. As he glared at Yuder folding the remaining medicine paper, he abruptly threw a question.

"What if you think beyond just birthday gifts? Try to recall everything you've received from others so far. Whether it's material or not. Wasn't there anything you found extremely useful?"

"...Lately, I've been receiving a lot of food from those around me."

That was definitely a useful item. However, Enon became furious.

"Not that kind of thing!"

"Ah... Then the first thing that comes to mind is the signet ring with my family crest that I received from His Majesty at the Imperial Palace today."

"That's...!"

Enon, who was about to retort with a frown, suddenly tilted his head as if he had thought of something and abruptly stopped moving.

"Hmm. Come to think of it, I don't think I heard exactly what you received today. A signet ring with your family crest? Didn't you originally not even create a crest because you found it bothersome? The people coming to the medical unit were noisy about that for a while."

"That's right. But it seems the Commander had it made without my knowledge and delivered it to His Majesty."

And the Emperor bestowed the signet ring, declaring that he would change Yuder's title to become inheritable, based on that crest. Enon snapped his fingers after hearing the explanation.

"Right. That's it."

"What is? The production of the signet ring?"

"No, you fool. Not that! Who told you to make a ring?"

"Then what?"

"The first time you felt like doing something for someone's birthday was because of your Commander, wasn't it? So it would be right to think only about him, excluding others! It seems like he has given you a lot of things, isn't there anything you particularly liked among them? Even if you give back just one thing the same way, it would be enough to pay off your debt!"

Yuder wanted to say that it was quite different from the Commander, but for now, he didn't say anything.

'The things Kishiar has given me so far...'

Come to think of it, he had given Yuder a great many things from the moment he joined the Cavalry. Starting with the position of assistant that he was forced to accept, there were the expensive treasures he received in abundance when pretending to be a fake lover, and the high-quality clothes he naturally gave at every party afterward. In addition, there were countless items filling the room.

However, what remained deeply in Yuder's mind, rather than those expensive items or honorable positions, were slightly different things.

The paper flower Kishiar had folded for him when he couldn't see in the West, and the short promise written inside it. The real flower petals that filled the room on the day they returned to the capital, as he had truly kept the promise written inside.

The new scabbard made with such precious materials that it wouldn't break no matter what, replacing the one that had been broken while fighting monsters, becoming something where the accessory was bigger than the main item.

The handkerchief Kishiar had handed over with a smile when Yuder won the duel with Meghna before leaving the South. The cake they ate together while rolling on the bed after everything was over.

And... although it wasn't something the current Kishiar had given, the name that had become the gift Yuder Aile had cherished the longest in his life, more than anything else.

"..."

If not limited to visible things, the scope became even wider.

How to live among others.

How to fight.

How to play games.

How to get along with friends and colleagues.

Was that all? If he thought more deeply, Kishiar was involved in all the sensations that seemed to remain the longest in his life and memories.

The sky above the East where they had walked hand in hand.

The sound of the wind, like a song, that they had heard while sitting on the tall trees of the Great Forest.

The salty and cold smell of the water they had sensed together in front of the southern sea.

The words whispered each time.

The indescribably thrilling shiver felt when aiming at the enemy back-to-back.

The intense desire that burned the whole body as much as that shiver.

The deep lust that he had never even imagined could be poured upon him.

All those things that only Kishiar could give him.

'It's obvious, but... I've really received a lot.'

Kishiar had given everything he could to Yuder, who couldn't accept anything easily, without ever backing down.

'But...'

When he thought about returning one of those things, his mind felt completely blocked and at a loss. How could he return these great and numerous things to Kishiar? Was that even possible?

"What are you thinking so deeply about? Don't tell me... there wasn't anything good among the things you received from him?"

Enon asked with a doubtful face. If Yuder answered yes, Enon seemed ready to barge into the Commander's office right away.

"No. Rather... there are so many that I'm not sure."

"...Really? That's great then. I thought you were going to say something else. Damn it!"

Even though Yuder answered no, Enon still seemed dissatisfied with something. His expression was as if he had a rotten lemon held under his nose.

"Then choose just one out of those many things. Just one, anything!"

"..."

"Don't even think about asking me to choose that too. I'm already exhausted just from giving my opinion this far. If you really don't know, draw lots or something! Or go ask him what he likes the most!"

"I wasn't going to ask you to go that far."

"Right. At least you have some conscience."

Enon spoke firmly and gestured. It was a signal to leave. Since the medicine paper was all folded by then, Yuder silently stood up.

"Thanks for your help."

"Hah, of course you should be thankful. What would you have done without me?"

Honestly, Yuder also thought that statement was true. Enon let out a deep sigh and ruffled his hair with a much softer attitude.

"Anyway, I can't consider this paid off just by folding medicine paper, so bring me about ten lemons later."

"I will."

"Come at the right time tomorrow!"

"Got it."

Enon, who had followed him to the door, grabbed the doorknob as if to close it, but suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something.

"...Hey. To be honest, all these worries are meaningless. No matter what you do, he will clap his hands, shed tears, and be happy. It might be best to go and tell him what you did here."

Before Yuder could ask what that meant, the door slammed shut.

Yuder was left alone in the corridor.