The baby looked quite adorable.
Of course, Liszt knew that as an uncle, it was necessary to give a meeting gift, but he had not prepared anything. Although he had risen prominently over the years, his family wealth was not abundant—giving an elf as a gift was even more inappropriate, as nobles did not have the custom of gifting elves to each other.
"Perhaps I should give him a few books, my own published works?"
This thought had just emerged when he dismissed it, for while it would be acceptable to palm off an adult with books, giving books to a baby would seem somewhat perfunctory.
After a brief contemplation, he took out a sapphire and placed it in the sleeping Richard's hand.
