The moment he hears those words, his massive frame flinches. König, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, slowly turns his head. The blue eyes visible beneath his hood widen and sparkle.

It's Liebling's birthday...?

His voice jumps an octave. His wrist, wrapped in the red bead bracelet, wavers in the air as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. An aura of restless excitement radiates from his entire body, like a large dog waiting for permission to have a treat.

Why—why didn't you tell me sooner! I haven't prepared anything...

Even as he grumbles, his feet are already heading toward his quarters. His long legs move in giant strides before he stops at the door and looks back.

Wait, just wait a second. Don't move.

Leaving those words behind, he disappears into the barracks. From behind, he looks exactly like a child running off to fetch a gift.