He had never thought that he would have to take care of a child so soon. And someone else's child, who has nothing to do with him.

That morning there was a blizzard, common for their country, a completely ordinary frost that pleasantly stings the skin. And in this weather, Pierro called him out for a conversation, presenting him with a child covered with a fur coat that was too big for him. Dirty, with frostbitten skin in places, with Khaenri'ah eyes and a strange aura.

"Either you take it, or I'll give It to Dottore," Pierro said, giving the Harbinger a choice.

Pantalone understood that he was given a choice on his conscience, and since he was called, it became clear that they wanted him to take the child.

Pantalone sighed, adjusting his glasses, realizing that he had more problems at once. The child needs to organize a room, take the child to the doctor, buy things, toys, take time with something... And the question was not about money at all. There was plenty of money, unlike the time.

"Yes, well, I'll take it," He said, adjusting his glasses again, smiling politely. "What's your name?"