Still, aren’t its jet-black, cotton-ball-like front paws and those perky ears cute?
And I feel like I once heard that wild rabbits are originally like this anyway.
“It's just cute.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Isn’t it?”
“You really have unique taste.”
“I’ll be saying that to you someday, Bryce.”
“I’ll stake my sword on the fact that won’t happen.”
Bryce, that’s exactly the kind of thing people say before they regret it. It’s a cliché.
“You’re going to fall in love with this rabbit.”
I chuckled softly as if foreseeing the future. At my words, Bryce made a gagging noise and tried to run away with a horrified expression.
I tried to grab him quickly, but with his recently much longer legs, he scampered off and was already far down the hallway.
“I’ll leave this cradle in your room.”
“Then I won’t go into my room.”
“Let’s see you try.”
Ignoring me, Bryce turned the corner and ran off. He really seemed to hate this rabbit.
But isn’t the best kind of relationship the kind where you dislike each other at first and then grow to like each other?
Hmph, little brother. Resistance is futile.
I watched the end of the hallway where he disappeared, then went into Bryce’s room and placed the rabbit’s cradle on his bed.
“Just wait a little, little rabbit.”
By the time it wakes up, it’ll meet Bryce again.
Imagining the adorable meeting between my cute little brother and the cute rabbit heroine, I left Bryce’s room.
From now on, Bryce and the rabbit will slowly grow on each other.
Thinking of the fluttering romance between the two in the original story, I couldn’t help but smile.
Now all that’s left is for me to sit back and watch this sweet, lovey-dovey development!
After practicing at night behind the mansion’s annex, I returned to my room.
Even when I wasn’t at the knights’ headquarters, I had to train whenever I could.
There was a certain guy in the order who would give an infuriating smirk the moment my skills slipped even a little.
Though I hadn’t seen him for the past few days.
“Whatever. Who cares.”
In a few days, we were supposed to compete over hunting the lair of the monster Luxka, so I’d see him then whether I liked it or not.
I grabbed some clothes and went straight to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and only then returned to my room.
I was about to throw myself onto the bed when—
“…?”
On the bed, I locked eyes with a black figure.
“Pii.”
The black figure opened its mouth slightly and made a small sound, as if startled. Its forsythia-colored eyes blinked rapidly.
“…!”
The rabbit!
The rabbit woke up!
“Pii.”
Even its cry was cute. Do rabbits here all sound this adorable? Or is it because she’s the heroine?
But why is it in my room? Not Bryce’s?
Whatever, it woke up!
“Rabbit!”
I rushed over and immediately scooped it up.
The rabbit tried to hop away—thump—but I quickly turned my body and caught it.
In the end, the rabbit settled into my arms. Its soft, fluffy fur filled my arms.
“You’re awake. Are you hurt?”
Holding the rather heavy rabbit, I looked down at it worriedly.
Its pretty golden eyes were truly like a rabbit’s eyes.
As my red hair brushed against its soft black fur, its eyes grew even wider.
Seeing those round eyes, I couldn’t help but smile.
‘Its eyes feel kind of familiar somehow.’
The rabbit, with its fluffy black fur curled into a round shape, seemed a bit stiff.
“You don’t need to be nervous.”
Come to think of it, how confusing must this be for her?
Waking up and finding out you’re a rabbit? And some strange girl is hugging you?
But I’m a kind big sister.
“…Pii.”
“Aww, there there.”
Looking at the cute rabbit, I felt like my heart was being purified.
“Hm? What’s this?”
It looked like something was attached under its tail—
“Pii?!”
The rabbit jolted in shock and pushed my arm away.
“Bbak!”
“…?!”
Its paws were as soft as cotton, but the force was surprisingly strong, so I couldn’t even try to look under its tail.
“Pii!”
The rabbit kept smacking my arm, then suddenly winced.
It seemed the wound that hadn’t fully healed yet was hurting.
In the original story, Lili had been injured from falling off a cliff.
Oh no, that must hurt so much. My face naturally frowned.
“No, rabbit, let’s rest.”
I carefully set the rabbit down on the bed. It kept making “pii, pii” sounds as if it had something to say.
“What is it?”
“Pii.”
“Food?”
“Pik.”
The rabbit shook its head harshly, as if to say it wasn’t food.
“Pii, pi! Pi!”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to interpret its sounds, when suddenly I thought of something and slapped my knee.
“Ah!”
“Pii?”
“The bathroom?”
“……”
Right, come to think of it, rabbits need to use the bathroom too!
“Marlon! Marlon!”
I rang the bell and called Marlon, the servant of the annex.
Marlon had worked at the count’s estate since I was little—back when my father was still the head of the Artiella family.
He had originally been one of the chief attendants of the main building, but after Bryce and I moved to the annex, he volunteered to take charge of this old building.
“What is it, Miss Lize?!”
Marlon rushed in urgently.
“Could you put some grass in a large basket?”
“…Pardon?”
A moment later, Marlon brought a rabbit toilet.
It was even lined with fragrant herbs, making it clean and pleasantly scented.
“Rabbit, this is yours.”
I called out to the rabbit, hoping it might cheer up a little.
But the rabbit was holding its head with its soft front paws, muttering “pi, pi” sounds as if in distress.
“Rabbit!”
“Pii… wa, pii….”
The rabbit looked back and forth between me and the toilet, its eyes filled with what seemed like embarrassment—no, beyond embarrassment, sheer shock.
After the rabbit protested for quite a while, making constant squeaking noises, I moved the toilet somewhere I couldn’t see.
Right… even so, this rabbit is actually a person.
I should respect its dignity.
“Rabbit, look at this.”
“……”
For several hours now, I had been trying to play with the newly awakened rabbit.
More accurately, I had been trying—only trying—for several hours.
Even though I kept talking and trying to get its attention, instead of enjoying it, it wouldn’t even come within a meter of me.
‘This rabbit has quite a prickly personality.’
In the original story, when Bryce brought out interesting tools, it would get curious and react without realizing it.
Watching that was one of the fun parts of the original.
“Rabbit, want to look around the annex?”
“……”
But maybe the original story wasn’t everything—its personality in reality felt different from what I’d read.
Rather than being cute and lively like a little dumpling…
‘It feels more like a tiger trapped in a rabbit’s body…’
Well, even in the original, when Lili steeled her resolve, she did have a bold, almost heroic side.
“What do you want to do?”
“……”
“Should I brush your fur?”
“……”
“Want to go to the stream and look at stones? There are lots of pretty ones.”
I kept talking to the rabbit, who had taken over my sofa like it owned the place and only glanced at me occasionally.
Even when I suggested things Lili liked in the original story, the rabbit remained indifferent.
Then—
“Should I wash you?”
“Ppeek?!”
At those words, the rabbit recoiled in shock.
Oh? It reacted!
“You wanted a bath? Let’s wash up! I’ll wash you, rabbit!”
“Pii?”
Brightening, I rushed toward it.
But the moment I tried to pick it up—
‘Where did it go?’
As I looked around for the rabbit that had vanished in an instant, I heard a sound above.
“…!”
The rabbit had jumped up—almost reaching the ceiling.
“….”
How can it jump that well?
It leapt to a height nearly twenty times its body size—its leg strength was incredible.
Avoiding me with ease, the rabbit landed on the bed.
And the moment it sat down—
Thud!
Its wound reopened, and it collapsed.
“Piiu….”
No, rabbit!
In the end, I even failed to wash the rabbit.
Even while injured, it absolutely refused to let me enter the bathroom.
The moment we got there, it leapt down, then slammed the door shut with its tiny front paws.
Now, after finishing its wash, the rabbit sat by the window, drying its fur in the night breeze.
I pulled a chair beside it and sat down, watching it.
It felt like all I’d been doing at home was watching the rabbit.
I’d never raised a pet in my life before, but I felt like I finally understood how people felt.
‘My cat is waiting at home—I have to go!’
Like the people who would leave gatherings early saying that…
‘No, this isn’t the time—I need to get Bryce closer to it quickly!’
Only then would its abilities bloom sooner, and my illness could be cured.
But as I sat there with the fluffy rabbit before me, I kept forgetting all that and just stared at it absentmindedly.
“Rabbit.”
Come to think of it, I’ve only been calling you “rabbit.”
It’d be nice to give you a name.
“What should I call you?”
Actually, I know your name.
Lili Selverdin. That’s your name, right?
But it’s a bit strange to act like I know your identity.
So I should give you a different name.
“Golden Rabbit?”
“Pii.”
“Silver Rabbit?”
“…Pii.”
“Stone Rabbit? Fist Rabbit?”
“…Pi.”
“Patterned Rabbit?”
“….”
The rabbit bared its teeth.
Uh-oh, I think it’s angry.
Sorry, I want to come up with a pretty name, but these are all I can think of.
A pretty name, a pretty name…
Hmm…
“Is Golden Rabbit still the best?”
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