Turning-Chapter 878

“What the hell? How many times have I said the infirmary should stay quiet—why is it so loud outside?!”

Yuder was wondering how to get rid of the people who wouldn’t leave even if told, but fortunately, the problem resolved itself another way.

Before he even reached for the door, it burst open, and Inon appeared with a terrifying expression—his eyes locking directly onto Yuder.

“You...”

“...I felt fine, so I came down myself.”

“You...”

Inon’s eyes moved from Yuder’s face, to his unbandaged arms, then to the crowd gathered around.

“You crazy bastard! Who the hell let him walk down here on his own?!”

His roar echoed through the entire hallway like it was about to explode.

The emotionally overwhelmed mood instantly froze over.

The members of the unit glanced awkwardly at each other, then began stepping back one by one as if none of this involved them.

“Ah... right, I forgot I was supposed to go help with recovery outside...”

“I’m going with you!”

“Ah—gotta go take my shift for underground patrol! Shame, but I can’t stay here any longer...”

“Yeah, can’t be late. You better get going.”

Only the Cavalry would have such shameless, rapid escape skills.

Even someone like Elpokin, who had just been crying with giant teardrops, had long since retreated at a shocking speed.

“Sir Yuder. I should go help with temple recovery now, but I’m really glad I got to see you awake. I’ll see you later!”

“......”

Before Yuder could say anything, Elpokin blurted a goodbye and clearly ran off just to avoid Inon.

As he stared at Elpokin’s retreating back, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Turning his head, Yuder saw the only one who had stayed—Gakein, smiling with a sigh.

The surprise from their earlier meeting had completely faded, replaced by a calm “I knew this would happen” kind of expression.

“Yuder. Apologize properly to the pharmacist. I’ll... go get him some lemons for you.”

“......”

“Sir Inon, thank you for your hard work as always. Yuder doesn’t seem to be in pain, but he insisted on seeing you first as soon as he woke up, so please take that into account.”

By now, Inon chewing on raw lemons daily was a well-known fact in the Cavalry.

In other words, Yuder wasn’t the only one aware of his bizarre love for lemons anymore.

Yuder glanced at Gakein with mild disbelief—choosing the smartest way to both escape and help him at the same time.

His natural sociability, combined with the experience he’d built up, had apparently evolved into this.

“...Was that true?”

“What was?”

After Gakein left, Inon asked coldly.

“That you came straight here because you had to see me?”

“It’s true.”

Why else would he have come all the way down here?

Inon stared at him with a strange look, then swept his hair back and grumbled.

“Ha... Well, at least one of you crazies has a working brain. How long are you gonna stand there? Get in already!”

It seemed Gakein’s words had worked.

Inon’s previously sharp glare had softened as he motioned for Yuder to come in.

Inside the infirmary, there were a few others—Helrem and Alik, whom he hadn’t seen in a while, were sitting with Lusan and looked up in surprise.

“Yuder?!”

“Sir Yuder? You came here yourself? What happened to your bandages?!”

“So that’s why it was so noisy outside... makes sense now.”

As Helrem nodded, understanding the cause of the commotion, Inon raised a hand and stopped Alik and Lusan from getting up and rushing over.

“Greetings later. I need to check this bastard’s condition first. Also, you remember our agreement—don’t nag no matter what I say.”

“Ah... ahh... yes, understood.”

Lusan looked at Yuder with a very sympathetic expression and shook his head.

Yuder passed them and entered a smaller room, which seemed to be Inon’s private space.

He had expected Inon to attack him the moment the door closed—but surprisingly, Inon quietly gestured toward a chair.

“Sit.”

“...You’re not going to do anything?”

He asked out of genuine confusion, but Inon immediately scowled.

“Don’t say weird shit when I’m trying to be nice, okay? If you’ve got that kind of kink, go confess to your Captain. That guy would probably dance with joy if you asked him to do anything!”

Yuder had been prepared to get slapped, but well...

“Take off your top. I need to check your arms.”

Yuder obeyed without protest.

What he’d seen while washing up earlier ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ now came into view again.

The arm that had shattered and reknit looked so intact now that it was hard to believe anything had ever happened.

His chest, which had also been heavily bandaged, was in the same state.

But his abdomen was different.

Yuder stared quietly at the dark red veins spreading out from around his navel.

They looked almost identical to the black-red lines that had appeared on the back of his hand after he was hit with the Red Stone’s energy before.

Honestly, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

But there was no pain whatsoever.

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When Yuder first saw it, he wasn’t shocked—he’d felt like it was inevitable.

Back when he chose in the middle of that pain, breaking past his body’s limits, he’d suspected something would remain afterward.

And considering how his power had not only returned but grown stronger, this much was relatively mild.

‘Well... maybe I only think that because I don’t know how this will affect my body yet...’

Inon examined Yuder thoroughly with those bright yellow eyes, pressing various points and watching for reactions.

“Does this hurt?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Your strength?”

“I think it’s fully recovered.”

Truthfully... it felt like his overall power had increased beyond previous levels, but he didn’t say that just yet.

“Still, why the hell did you take off your bandages without permission?”

“It was hard to move... and too stifling.”

“If you take them off without permission again, you’re really gonna get it.”

Yuder already felt like he had “gotten it” plenty—no need to provoke Inon further.

After circling him a few times to finish his inspection, Inon finally stepped back.

“Put your shirt back on.”

If picky Inon didn’t object after a full inspection, it meant Yuder’s condition was no longer that of a patient.

That was very good news.

Inon didn’t seem displeased either.

“I didn’t expect you to bounce back this quickly after just a day... but I guess there’s no need for splints anymore.

Still, don’t get carried away.

Take your meds and eat on time. No excuses.”

“Got it.”

Inon handed Yuder the medicine himself.

It was the same bitter liquid and pills as yesterday—maybe even stronger.

The way it chilled his whole body still felt strange, but... well, there was no choice.

Only after Yuder finished it all did the deep crease between Inon’s brows finally smooth out.

“Did you talk to your Captain?”

“I did.”

“Why didn’t he come with you?”

“I fell asleep mid-conversation.

When I woke up, he was still sleeping, so I just came here.”

After saying that, Yuder hesitated, then spoke again.

“I didn’t mention it yesterday, but... in the dream, I saw something like before. Maybe a continuation of it.”

He then explained in more detail the white-gloved hand he had seen and the questions and answers they had exchanged.

Inon listened in silence, not interrupting once.

“Talking to my Captain later made me think...

Maybe the moment you felt my soul had vanished was when I was having that dream.”

It might have seemed like a sudden change of subject, but in truth, this was the biggest reason Yuder had wanted to see Inon as soon as he woke up.

“Kishiar said maybe it was the afterlife... or something related to the Rift. Maybe both.

Whether that’s possible or not... do you think a soul can really leave and return? What do you think?”

This question wasn’t something Yuder could ask anyone but Inon.

Yuder had never seen or sensed souls—but Inon could.

Surely he would have a different perspective.

“I guessed you’d seen something like that from the way you were acting yesterday...

But damn, your Captain really likes going for the bold theories.”

Inon’s first response was surprisingly calm.

“Just because I can see souls doesn’t mean I know where they go after death.

But... there was someone who was very interested in that stuff.”

“Who?”

“Luma.”