Chapter 116: Chapter 59.2

She tried to eat it herself but the potato was taken away in an instant.

Cassian grabbed it and took a bite.

“You said it was burnt. If you die after eating it, I wouldn’t take responsibility.”

“How can it not be burnt? I was willing to eat this poison you were about to give me.”

Cassian’s face crumpled from the taste but he ate the potato without further complaint.

Why did he eat it if he thought it was poison?

“You shouldn’t do this no matter how bored or scared you are. Get up.”

“I will return to the barracks a bit later. I don’t have anything to do anyway.”

“Then, cover up or else you’ll catch a cold.”

Yernia had already worn a thick coat and a scarf around her neck.

Nevertheless, Cassian took his uniform jacket off and handed it to Yernia.

It was heavy.

The weight of responsibility must have been included in it.

Did Cassian wear this almost every day?

Yernia just got a reality check.

As an Esper, many people’s lives were now dependent on him.

“Now you’re cold. What should I do for you?”

“You can give me a hug.”

“I’m peeling more potatoes.”

“Do you have to do it?”

It was clear that Cassian didn’t want her to do it because she couldn’t even peel it properly.

Yernia became depressed.

“I wanted to help you with anything.”

“I see. Then I’ll join you.” He remarked.

Yernia’s lips parted in surprise.

*COUGH*

She heard someone cough.

They couldn’t believe that the military chief had offered his help for the dinner preparations.

This was ridiculous.

“You should go. You’re making them uncomfortable.”

“You and I are no different. And I’m better than you because I’m ‘domestic’.”

“There’s no chair here.”

Yernia had already robbed someone of his chair but a  nearby guide offered another chair to Cassian.

He didn’t ask for it but he still gave it to him.

“What’s your name?”

“Please remember my Esper’s name. Not mine.”

She wondered why guides were not considered members of the Militia.

The past majors must have completely disregarded them and only cared about ‘Espers’.

If a guide’s Esper looked good in the major’s eyes, he might be treated a bit better.

He gave up his chair with that hope.

“Shall we just go?”

Realizing his mindset, Yernia felt sorry for keeping her seat like this.

It made her self-conscious that she thought about sleeping in her room since she couldn’t properly peel potatoes, anyway.

When she saw her apologetic face,  Cassian didn’t pick up the chair and asked for the name of the guide’s Esper, instead.

He returned the chair, after wards.

“The floor is cold so use this chair to sit down. I have to go.”

“No. Please stay with us.”

The guide pushed the wooden chair back to him but Cassian insisted on returning it.

It was a pointless push and pull.

Annoyed, Cassian forced Yernia to stand up.

He was about to leave them alone but he replaced her on the seat and urged her to sit on his thigh.

The soldiers gathered around when Cassian grabbed a potato.

Before they knew it, all of them started peeling.

“Oh, that’s right. You gave me a chair to sit on.” Yernia whispered to Cassian with ease.

She was sitting on his thigh with her body slightly tilted to the side.

Cassian noticed Yernia sneaking a peek at Habin,  who had given her a chair earlier, and smiled.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Habin.”

“Who is your Esper?”

“That… I don’t know.”

“I’ll look into it.” Cassian replied.

It was strange to feel proud of him as if she just did a  favor for the guide.

Yernia began peeling potatoes once more.

After holding the dagger and sharpening it exactly like before, Cassian remarked. “If you hold the knife like that, you’ll hurt your hand. Hold it like this and sharpen it.”

Cassian took the knife from Yernia’s hand and taught her how to hold it upright.

“This is how you peel it.”

“How do you know? Are you a cook?”

Cassian, an Esper possessing magical powers passed down from the royal family, fought on the battlefield a few months after graduating from the military academy.

He was able to achieve the rank of a ‘Major’ at such a young age, causing a strong backlash around him.

To those who were skeptical, witnessing his ability with their own eyes made them shut up.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a good cook? I have blessed you with my presence.”

“Heating potatoes close to a bonfire is different from cooking.”

“If you can’t do something basic, will cooking be different?”

It seemed to be true.

“I can’t eat what others cook for me.”

Yernia guessed at least that far.

Cassian didn’t trust anyone except a chef.

He might have cooked his own food on the battlefield, but why did everything he made so far for he didn’t taste so good?