Chapter 28

I fell in the village square.

A village lit by magic in a dark underground space, filled with cute little houses.

“Is it really the Head of the Gallery?”

“Oh my gosh, I can actually touch it!”

The residents of that place had diverse appearances.

Some had long rabbit ears attached to human bodies.

Some had peculiar looks, combining the advantages of both rabbits and humans.

They slowly approached me, poking at me with their fingertips.

Upon realizing I could be touched for real, they became bolder and started touching my cheeks and hair.

“Oh my gosh, no long ears!”

“But the Head of the Gallery was said to be a beautiful half-elf.”

“Looks like it’s not true, not true! It’s human.”

The Rabbit Beastfolk, or simply Rabbitfolk, who surrounded me as if examining me soon smiled.

“Want to come to our house and eat some carrots?”

“Can I touch your ears…?”

Their white skin flushed as they either acted shy or tried to flirt.

They tickled my face with their long ears, or pressed down with open palms.

While they were all surprisingly pretty and charming, the problem was that there were males mixed in as well.

“Stop! No! Don’t do that!”

“Yuck!”

“Hey! Where’s that even from?”

“I love you, Head of the Gallery!”

Communication was a mess.

Just as I was wondering if this would end with the space closing in on me, one of them had a sudden brainwave.

“Myoran! Where’s Myoran? Help!! Help!!!”

I had once helped Myoran when they were in a crisis.

As I desperately shouted that name, someone began to hop towards me from a distance.

No, was it not someone?

“Is that you, the Head of the Gallery?!”

A little rabbit with long ears and a bushy beard came rushing in.

A rabbit was running to me. A real rabbit.

“Myoran?”

“Yes, I’m Myoran. I’m the village chief of this Rabbitfolk village. Yes.”

To my astonishment, that rabbit was the Gallum I knew, Myoran.

*

“I never thought I’d meet you like this. I really thought you’d use the ticket. Yes.”

With a polite tone that included strange sound effects at the end of each sentence.

Most importantly, I saw that they were holding the shotgun I had handed them, confirming it was really Myoran.

But how were they able to carry something so big?

“I nearly died, you know.”

“You made a good choice. There’s no safer place than the Rabbit Hole. Yes.”

“Yeah.”

I took a moment to look around.

And then I looked down at Myoran and asked.

“But why just here?”

“Of course. It’s the safest place for you to stay in our Rabbit Hole, right?”

“Looks like it.”

I glanced to the side.

There were bars there.

Those iron bars that looked like they belonged in a prison.

I was trapped in the Rabbit Hole prison.

“Why here of all places?”

“Because those rabbit folk are eyeing you from all sides… I apologize.”

Indeed, Myoran was right.

“Huehh.”

“A little more and…”

“Please let me touch you just once, just one time.”

The Rabbitfolk with hearts in their eyes were grabbing the bars or reaching out to try to touch me.

The rabbits around me were eyeing me.

Seeing that sight, Myoran desperately tried to scratch their head with their cute little paws.

“I’m sorry. It just happens that Rabbitfolk tend to fall for benefactors…”

Myoran said that the Rabbit Beastfolk had an absolute affection and love.

If someone pure of heart provided food to a starving Rabbitfolk, they would quickly fall in love.

“Even so, do you really have to lock me up like this?”

I asked, wearing a mysterious expression.

Of course, I had no intention of leaving.

But I thought at least locking me behind bars was a bit excessive.

But Myoran instead recalled an old tale.

“…Once, a hungry Rabbitfolk received a favor from a human.”

“And?”

“The Rabbitfolk fell in love almost instantly.”

“Did they repay the favor?”

“They killed the human.”

“What, why?”

Rabbitfolk were inherently beautiful.

Humans have been known to adore pretty boys and girls among Rabbitfolk.

“The human similarly fell in love with the Rabbitfolk, and they soon became lovers.”

“But you said they killed them?”

“Both killed and were killed, yes.”

“What, what?”

The more I listened to the story, the more I felt like I was falling into a labyrinth.

I watched as the Rabbitfolk’s hands reached out toward me, dodging them while looking at Myoran, who had a serious expression on their face.

“They loved each other so much that even in the moment of death, they shared their love…!”

“…”

The Rabbitfolk aided by a benefactor fall in love.

The problem was they became so infatuated that they became consumed.

Thus, they lost themselves in a frantic pursuit of each other, knowing not they were dying in the end.

“Are you telling me someone just gave them food?”

“Exactly…”

After that story, I turned my head back to the bars.

I had given them food.

And I had given them weapons to protect themselves.

Finally, I had provided them with a stable way to participate in the Gallery, helping to alleviate their boredom.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I want to put you in my pocket and keep you forever, I want to have you look at only me for a lifetime.”

Some of the Rabbitfolk had already lost their minds.

Meanwhile, Myoran, who had been adorably sitting on the ground, fluttered their ears and spoke.

“Still, it will be alright as time passes.”

“When will this time pass?”

“I’m not sure.”

If you don’t know, who would know?

Just as I was about to get serious, Myoran suddenly pulled something out of their pocket.

“Don’t worry! I have a ticket for escaping from the Rabbit Hole prepared for you.”

“Oh.”

“Not allowed!”

“You evil creature! Harmful creature!”

“Here, please use it comfortably.”

If you have a Rabbit Hole ticket, it was obviously for escape purposes.

I felt gratitude toward Myoran for giving me the ticket more readily than I expected.

“But you seem fine.”

“Shouldn’t there at least be one normal rabbit among a bunch of ones driven mad by instincts? Yes.”

Myoran stood on two legs and politely bowed their head and ears to me.

“Then, if there’s another chance, I will see you again.”

“Yeah, thanks. I won’t forget.”

Scrreech!

I boldly tore the Rabbit Hole escape ticket.

Wooow.

At that moment, a blue light surrounded me!

“What is this?”

Nothing happened.

As I looked at Myoran, who was still trapped in the Rabbit Hole, they scratched their ears and replied.

“It seems the expiration date has passed. Yes.”

*

The Rabbitfolk hadn’t interacted for ages.

Thus it seemed the ticket had expired since I hadn’t needed to leave the Rabbit Hole after entering it last.

“Don’t worry. We can make it again. Yes.”

The solution was simple.

Just waiting for the ticket to be made again.

Meanwhile, Myoran had placed something unknown around my neck.

“…A choker?”

“It’s a protective magical tool for targets. Yes.”

No matter how I looked at it, it resembled a cat collar, but they said it was a magical tool that would protect me.

If someone touched me with impure intentions, it would immediately send out electricity and zap them.

“But why does it look like this?”

“It was originally made for such play purposes. Yes.”

Clank.

Myoran opened the barred door.

Myoran declared themselves as my bodyguard until the ticket was made.

I tapped the choker—no, the magical tool—hanging around my neck with my hand.

Even so, this felt insulting.

‘Should I tell Myoran I don’t need it?’

The glances from those around felt even hotter.

Just as I thought it was too much worrying, something suddenly shot out from behind the upper-floor house in the village.

“Sorry, Head of the Gallery! Hah, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Gah.”

Purry. Someone with a suspiciously cute rabbit beastfolk appearance was about to pounce on me.

But the moment their hand made soft contact with my cheek…

Zzzzzt!

“Ahh!”

Electric current surged and immediately brought the rabbit beastfolk down.

“Hah.”

Looking at the rabbit beastfolk lying on the ground, twitching, I felt a strange exhilaration.

“Damn.”

An expletive escaped my lips reflexively after a long time.

This place was hell.

*

– One hour until Adrian’s IP ban, lol.

– Is it really okay right now, Head of the Gallery?

– Don’t die, if you die, the Gallery will fall apart.

– Pure Elf ★) Are you okay, Head of the Gallery? Just tell me that at least.

– Damn, don’t bother the Head of the Gallery.

The fact that the Head of the Gallery was abducted became known and within a few hours, the Gallery was total chaos.

Some were furious over an impending IP ban for the entire Adrian; others were merely spectators.

Some worried if the Head of the Gallery might die, while others showed signs of seriously wanting to start a revolution.

– Adrian Imperial Family what’s your stance?

– There was already a revolution in our village. jpg

– A few idiots = the entire Adrian population at risk.

– Let’s just drop the Empire. jpg

Even the deputies couldn’t manage this level of chaos.

As it boiled over and seemed about to explode, suddenly a post appeared.

Concept Post) Tada.jpg

(A photo of the Head of the Gallery with someone.)

(A screenshot of the Head of the Gallery curled in the corner of a cage.)

(A screenshot with a heart mosaic over their face.)

Head of the Gallery, our precious one! lol

– What is this?

– Huh.

– Wait, is that really the Head of the Gallery?

– Why is it exclusive to you?

– I’m so jealous.

N: For real; Gallum looks adorable.

N: Not the Head of the Gallery, but I’m jealous of Gallum.

N: I want the Head of the Gallery too.

N: What!?

– Poster) Hehe, how’s that?

N: What do you mean by how’s that? Let the Head of the Gallery go!

N: Those pictures are lovely.

N: Can’t I borrow the Head of the Gallery too?

– Gah, brothers!!!

N: To be kidnapped by an ugly beastfolk…

N: Gah, cursed we are!

N: Dwarf standards of beauty always leave me confused…

N: How do you even define ugly?

Right then, the posts about the Head of the Gallery’s confinement started appearing.

Moreover, this type of post was abundant.

The angles were somewhat off too.

The gaze fixed sternly below with a bearing that suggested confinement in a cage and a somewhat curled posture.

– Hmm.

– So you’ve fallen, Head of the Gallery…

– You’re tainted…

Title: Damn, it’s not true.

Author: Head of the Gallery☆

(A thumbs-up shot taken from the Rabbitfolk field.)

I’m healthily touring the Rabbit Hole!

I’m perfectly fine both mentally and physically so stop the strange rumors!

– What is this, so it wasn’t kidnapping?

N: Head of the Gallery☆) No.

N: Those Rabbit Beastfolk aren’t doing anything weird?

N: For real, they wouldn’t just leave you alone.

– Because of the chief…ㅠㅠㅠ

N: It’s bad because the chief is monopolizing everything…

N: If it weren’t for the chief, it would have been a sure thing!

N: Head of the Gallery☆) Yep, thanks to Myoran, I’m surviving.

N: Not touring; more like being toured.

N: You must come out alive, Head of the Gallery!

While the Gallery buzzed with news about the Head of the Gallery, a mysterious post arrived for them.

Title: Head of the Gallery, I’m that guy from before.

Author: Lloyd

(A crowd gathered at midnight holding torches.)

(An image of the statue of the capital’s crown prince being toppled.)

A revolution has erupted in Adrian ㄷㄷ;

In the end, a revolution broke out in Adrian.