Stepping down from the carriage, Kione's eyes narrowed pensively on the boy, scrutinizing him from afar.
Merle stepped out of the mansion, ready to welcome the young master. His eyes followed Kione's line of sight to see the boy as well; it was the first time he was seeing him.
He saw his master give his coachman an order before he spoke again, "Merle." His clipped yet hoarse baritone beckoned out for the butler, who came over in no time.
"Sire." The man greeted him with a deep bow. He waited patiently for Kione to give out an order or make an inquiry of any sort, but it did not come for a long while.
The vampire watched as his coachman approached alongside the boy.
"Where is my bunny?" The question caught the butler off guard, and he had to blink a few times to regain his composure.
Merle called again. "Sire,"
