# Chapter 69
"Come on, this way, Bunny."
Prince Roel, who had arrived early that morning, took Bunny’s hand and led her through the grand duke's residence as if they were on a casual tour.
Soon, he slipped into a secluded room and pulled something out.
“Ta-da.”
It was a sparkling, bright blue stone.
“What’s that?” Bunny tilted her head at the stone, which looked no different from a regular divine power crystal.
“This?
It’s a magic-infused stone.
I snuck it out of the imperial treasury.
With this, you can go anywhere you want in the blink of an eye—your room, your house, even the bathroom.
Isn’t that amazing?”
“Wowwww!”
Bunny’s eyes sparkled with wonder, and Roel puffed out his chest with pride.
With this, Bunny could sneak out without anyone noticing.
Roel, knowing this, had gone to great lengths to sneak into the treasury without his father’s knowledge.
As Bunny’s eyes twinkled with excitement, Roel’s widened with delight.
His face lit up with a triumphant smile as he straightened his shoulders.
“With this, we won’t get caught no matter where we go!
You wanted to visit the market, right?”
“Yep!
Oh, but wait a sec.
I have to leave Hugyeomryong behind.”
In case of bad people, Bunny knew Hugyeomryong would be too conspicuous.
If she left Hugyeomryong behind, no one would suspect Bunny was the girl with the phoenix named Hugyeomryong.
Daddy had said to be super, super careful.
So Bunny would behave and leave Hugyeomryong behind.
No one would guess what Bunny had planned.
‘Bunny is sooooo smart.’
So she had to leave Hugyeomryong behind.
“Piyoooot?!”
“You stay here,” Bunny said firmly.
She wrapped the phoenix in a cozy towel and placed him carefully on a soft sofa.
Then, with a quick dash, she returned to Roel, who activated the teleportation stone.
“Piyoooo!!”
Hugyeomryong flailed his wings, wriggling out of the towel.
He soared through the air toward Bunny, but—flash!
In a burst of bright blue light, the two were already gone.
“Piyoo…?”
The phoenix landed unceremoniously on the ground, his eyes filled with despair as he stared at the empty spot where they had been.
***
One day before Bunny and Allen’s secret outing to buy a surprise gift for Kiriel Eudia.
Determined to prepare thoroughly, Bunny once again opened Luriel’s secret notebook.
Hello, young one!
Are you here to learn about what gift to give Kiriel Eudia?
“Luri, how do you know where Bunny is?” Bunny asked seriously, staring at the words that appeared as soon as she opened the notebook.
Of course, the notebook didn’t respond.
Bunny flipped the pages curiously.
Kiriel Eudia doesn’t celebrate his birthday.
That’s because his birthday is the same day his mother died.
Bunny, lying on her stomach and kicking her legs, suddenly froze.
“……”
If a baby and their mom are separated, it’s sad.
Was Daddy separated from Mommy when he was a baby?
‘Bunny cried when Mommy went away…’
Sniffling, Bunny wiped her nose and shook her head, flipping through the pages quickly.
Make Daddy happy!
‘So, a gift, a gift.’
Bunny focused on the words that appeared on the next page.
There’s not much information about Kiriel Eudia’s mother.
However, she was known to be both wise and mischievous.
She often hid items or gifts somewhere and made people search for them.
“Even more mischievous than Bunny,” Bunny muttered with a pout.
There’s one thing no one has found yet.
If you give him that as a gift, he’ll surely love it.
He doesn’t have many memories of his mother.
It’s in an antique shop in the imperial capital.
The address is…
Bunny carefully read the words and etched the information into her mind.
The name of the shop was written in human language, which she found particularly memorable.
“Gol-dong-pum?”
Even for someone as brilliant as Bunny, the unfamiliar human language often left her puzzled.
Gol?
Dung?!
Poom?
She tilted her head, the only word she recognized leaving her more confused than enlightened.
"Does Daddy’s mommy want me to find poop?"
Was Bunny supposed to go buy poop?
But wait—would Daddy even like poop as a gift?
Bunny furrowed her brow, deeply contemplating this serious dilemma.
Go to this place and find something that looks like a clear glass bead.
It may seem ordinary, but the one priced at ten million Rost is the one you’re looking for!
“Ten million Rost.”
How much was that?
Bunny raised her tiny hands and wiggled her fingers, folding them one by one.
When her fingers ran out, she started wiggling her toes.
Ten million Rost was enough to buy an uncustomized personal carriage—a staggering amount of money.
But for Bunny, counting up to ten million was impossible with just fingers and toes.
"Hmm…"
"Anyway, it’s a number bigger than a hundred!"
Daddy had said her bracelet held much more than a hundred, so she figured she could afford it.
Bunny nodded confidently, refusing to be discouraged.
***
Ding-a-ling!
“Welcome.”
The owner of the antique shop instinctively greeted the sound of the door opening, only to pause when he had to crane his neck downward.
A small, robed customer stood before him.
It was unusual, to say the least.
The little figure didn’t look like a typical customer.
"This is an antique shop.
Are you looking for something specific?"
The elderly shopkeeper adjusted his loose monocle with the back of his hand, peering curiously at the child.
Just then, a small head peeked out from behind the robe.
“Hello!
I am Bunny, five rice old!”
The small girl with shimmering aquamarine hair bowed her head and flapped her arms enthusiastically in greeting, leaving the shopkeeper wide-eyed.
From her fine clothing, neat hair, clean nails, and radiant face, she appeared to be from a noble family or a wealthy merchant household.
Her chubby cheeks and cheerful demeanor immediately softened the old man’s heart.
"Well, well, I’m Roland, the owner of this shop."
Owner of the poop shop?!
Bunny’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at him, her lips forming a tiny "o" in surprise.
"What are you here to buy?
If you’re looking for something specific, let me know, or feel free to browse the shop."
“A gift for Daddy!”
“A gift for your father?
How sweet of you.
Go ahead and take a look around.”
Roland chuckled warmly, gesturing toward the shop.
“Be careful, though.
Some items here are fragile and might break easily.”
“Okayy!”
Bunny spun around and began exploring the shop, her small steps echoing lightly as she walked.
Behind her, a robed boy quietly trailed along.
The sight of the two children brought a broad smile to the shopkeeper’s face.
There was something uniquely heartwarming about the purity and innocence of children.
“What are you looking for, Bunny?”
The shopkeeper chuckled softly when he realized the boy’s voice gave away his gender.
‘A boy, huh.’
Judging by his eagerness to follow the girl around, he was clearly smitten.
Would he propose marriage when they grew up?
The thought brought some unexpected entertainment to the old man’s otherwise quiet day.
"Um, a poop bead?"
"A poop… bead?"
"Yeah, a clear dung thing that’s super plain but costs more than a hundred!"
Roland nodded, smiling kindly, though he couldn’t make sense of a single word she’d said.
"I see… that makes sense."
The boy trailing Bunny seemed equally clueless.
Roel followed her as she waddled around, occasionally picking up an item, inspecting it closely, and placing it back carefully.
Her small, deliberate movements filled him with affection.
What was she so serious about?
Her tiny pout as she studied each item brought a soft smile to Roel’s face.
Is she really a demon?
Though Roel had initially suspected Bunny of being a demon, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
Since that day, he’d spent hours poring over demon lore in the library, but he had found no mention of demons with red eyes or white hair.
Demons were known to be a highly isolated group.
They never mingled with other races, dwelling in the underground world accessible only through the corrupted Dark Forest at the edges of multiple nations.
That place was called the Demon Realm.
Only the Holy Knights during the Holy-Demonic War had ventured into the Demon Realm.
Demons were said to be aggressive, naturally cruel, and drawn to slaughter, which made them feared by all other races.
Though Roel had heard the Demon King was dead, he couldn’t be sure of anything.
But Bunny?
Bunny seemed utterly ordinary.
While she might have some knowledge about demons, she showed no signs of being one herself.
She wasn’t aggressive, cruel, or bloodthirsty.
In fact, she was the opposite—gentle, sweet, and utterly endearing.
And lately, there had been rumors that she had summoned a phoenix.
Not just any creature, but the most mystical and magnificent of sacred beasts—a phoenix.
She had even saved a dying person with it.
Roel felt conflicted about suspecting her of being a demon.
His thoughts were interrupted when Bunny suddenly came to a stop.