(31) Urgent Matters.

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As we entered, Alissa's presence was certainly felt - everyone seemed to stare curiously at the young girl nestled safely in (Y/N)'s arms.

"Sandra!"

(Y/N) called out sharply yet politely, catching attention of that maid who was known for her expertise in taking care of children.

"Yes, Your Grace?"

Sandra appeared promptly with a respectful bow before glancing curiously at Alissa.

"Take care of this little one please."

"Hans?"

As he was called by him as well, his personal servant turned to face us; his eyes shining bright under (Y/N)'s commanding gaze.

"Call a tailor immediately."

Hans nodded obediently, disappearing swiftly from sight.

"To make clothes for her?"

I questioned, observing Alissa's ragged outfit that suggested poverty or homelessness.

"Yes,..."

With a sigh, (Y/N) surrendered a white rabbit that was in his pocket for some reason to Alissa who squealed in delight upon receiving it.

'Hmm...? Where did that come from?'

"There you go,"

He murmured softly to her, watching her joyous expression transform her face entirely.

Yet the rabbit looked less thrilled - its eyes pleading with us silently as if seeking rescue from another child encounter.

I laughed lightly at the sight of the bunny's obvious distress, shaking my head in amusement.

"Poor bunny,"

Laughing to myself, I couldn't help but observe Alissa's fascination with the creature.

Alissa seemed oblivious to the rabbit's silent pleas for mercy - or perhaps she just didn't care!

She cooed lovingly at the white rabbit, a tender smile gracing her lips as she gently stroked its soft fur.

It seemed put-upon but tolerated her touch; slowly growing accustomed to this unusual interaction.

"Never thought you'd be one for bunnies..."

I murmured bemusedly while observing (Y/N)'s masked features.

He shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at me with a faint smirk.

"Gift from a friend... and besides,"

The mention of friendship made Bun-Bun's ears twitch noticeably yet he sat still otherwise.

"He keeps me company."

There was an undeniable fondness in his voice as he mentioned their strange relationship.

"His name is Bun-Bun."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the name, finding it both endearing and amusing.

"Bun-Bun? Really?"

My laughter subsided, replaced instead by a contemplative frown.

"Where did you even keep him while outside?"

Curiosity gnawed at me; it was hard to imagine a rabbit tucked neatly into pockets of formal attire!

"In there."

He pointed subtly at his pant pocket where Bun-Bun had evidently resided.

A surge of bizarre mental images assailed me - (Y/N)'s trouser pocket bulging weirdly with each hop from within...

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