𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐧 ○ 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐞.

𝟚 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?"

Ranpo didn't seem to be grasping what your confusion was, and thus repeated himself louder this time. "I am looking for something sweet!"

"I heard you, I just... I don't understand, what does this have to do with the assassinations?"

"Nothing," he said cheerfully. "But it's like there isn't anything sweet around here, this place is terrible!"

"...Lord Ranpo, please tell me if you are saying this in jest," you tried to confirm, to which he seemed somewhat appalled.

"Why would this be a joke?" he knit his brows in confusion.

"No reason, my lord," you recovered, albeit still not grasping what had been going on. "If you are in search of something... sweet to consume, why don't you head to a bakery?"

"Splendid idea! Lead the way, Lady [y/n]."

And you did end up leading him to a nearby bakery, despite your confusion. As many times as you tried to ask him, he never explained why he was looking for something sweet to munch on. You guessed that maybe it was linked to the case: he had an odd way of functioning, after all. He had explained to you that he noticed the woman's nervous expression, noticed how she was tugging on her sleeve, noticed how her hand was clenched into an uncomfortable shape. He was several steps ahead of your thinking, and you had learned to stop questioning it and simply do as he asked, something you, as a knight, were already used to.

So, that's how you were led to be standing in front of your childhood bakery.

It was the closest one, and you knew that you could at least guarantee that the quality of the baked goods would be adequate for him, unless things had changed around here.

"Here's the nearest bakery, my Lord," you bowed slightly, hand still on your hilt as you couldn't shake the feeling that you would need to bring it out. Surely, he wasn't just asking for a bakery for leisure purposes, maybe he suspects the mastermind to be a merchant? Once again, you told yourself it would be easier not to question his motives.

He smiled, thanked you quickly, and practically leapt through the entrance, leaving you to scurry behind him. You knew, since you were his protection, you should've gone in first, but with the way he was acting, you doubted he'd have taken your precautions seriously, and would've brushed off the paranoia.

"Welcome," a larger woman swiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, pulling out a loaf from the oven before noticing your presence. "[y/n]! My little girl, you've grown so much, last time I saw you, you were yea high-"

"Ma'am, I am on duty," you coughed loudly, attempting to signal to her what it is you meant, then cleared your throat. "This is Lord Ranpo, he said that he requires anything sweet that you can provide. The Castle will pay for any expenses, so long as he is satisfied with your service."