Ah... that's right. Ryou's is the second of September. [Swinging his legs idly, he mulls it over.]

From what I know of the past me... My family's been dead since I was pretty young.

[Fifteen years before, the thief king had said... and then he'd given his age recently. It was likely that even he didn't remember.]

I think... It's probable that nobody's ever celebrated my birth.