She is not an investigator.

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"…Hello?"

A faint voice interrupted Igris's thoughts. The girl who had been sleeping on the bed had opened her eyes at some point, her pale purple pupils looking at Igris with a mixture of tension and curiosity.

"Are you... Selena?"

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Three, The Violet

"I'm not, I'm a thief."

"?!"

Seeing the other person retreat abruptly in fear, Igris couldn't help but smile.

"Just kidding, just call me Igris... You don't mind if I come in by myself, do you?"

"You scared me to death... Of course not, but rather, I'm sorry I can't go out to greet you in person."

Mirabell forced a smile, still curiously observing Igris's attire, which made Igris a little uneasy, and she began to wonder if her hair had been messed up again when she went out.

"It feels... a bit different from what I've heard..."

Mirabelle touched her chin, then seemed to realize something and hurriedly explained.

"Ah! I don't mean to say you're bad, it's just... you seem a bit different from the impression Silas once gave me."

"So what kind of image do you have of me?"

Iglesias, with interest, pulled over a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her nominal older sister.

Igris had no relatives in her past life, not any relatives at all, so she found this feeling quite novel.

"Uh…"

Mirabelle hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"Would it be a little more delicate... a little more adorable, a little more... a little more gentle?"

Do you mean I don't look cute or gentle?

Ijiu Gelinlis Liu Ruowu] Qi Shuang crossed her legs, propped up her chin, and looked at Mirabelle in front of her, who was inexplicably starting to panic.

"No, no! That's not what I meant! I meant... you look really handsome..."

She looked at her neighbor and didn't know how to explain it either, but Igris could understand, after all, she usually referred to this style of hers as someone who looked like a very capable fighter.

Mirabell, of course, is someone who seems easy to bully.

So, will seeing me like this disappoint you?

"Of course not... I'm so glad you came. It's been a long time since we've had any guests here. I... I'm so happy."

Her smile was forced, but Igris knew it wasn't because she didn't welcome Igris, but simply because she felt powerless to change the situation.

Don't you have any friends?

"For some special reasons, I have had little opportunity to make friends... and it's even more so now."

That's why she was extra careful when communicating with Igris, to avoid upsetting her and to prevent her from losing one of the few people she could talk to.

"You're doing a great job growing your flowers."

Igrigus tactfully changed the subject, and when Mirabelle mentioned these words, her expression brightened considerably, and she seemed quite excited.

"Thank you! This is my biggest hobby. I even made a small flower garden in my room specifically for it. And this! This is... ah!"

She excitedly introduced her flowers to Igris, but in her excitement, she accidentally fell to the ground.

"...Excuse me, could you help me up?"

As Igris looked at Mirabelle, who had fallen to the ground and was having difficulty getting up on her own, a possibility slowly surfaced in her mind.

What happened to your leg?

"..."

Mirabelle looked down at her weak legs and forced a smile.

"Due to some... accident, my leg has lost its proper function."

So the reason she doesn't go out isn't because she doesn't want to go out, but simply because it's inconvenient? Perhaps the reason she doesn't have any friends is also because of this?

"Why don't you ask Silas to take care of you?"

“Silas is getting old, and besides… there are bound to be some inconveniences. In most cases, I can live alone without any problems.”

Igris nodded thoughtfully and looked at Mirabelle, who was staring at her expectantly from the ground.

"Since you can manage your own life, then get back on your feet."

"..."

Mirabelle paused, her expression turning sour, but she took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the bed tightly.

With a difficult movement, she managed to pull herself back onto the bed, which was a short distance from the ground, and took a breath to catch her breath before looking at Igris.

“Yiqi Jiuliu^Er_…I’m sorry, you must have found this amusing.”

Igris didn't say anything; she was just thinking about something.

She said, of course, that she wasn't the kind of pervert who enjoyed watching disabled people suffer in front of her. She just wanted to know what Mira Belle could do on her own, whether she needed special care, and whether she could take care of herself, etc.

At least for now, her life is indeed very inconvenient, and if possible, it would be best to find someone to take care of her.

Have you ever thought about hiring a nanny?

"...People are not very willing to come near here."

Igris suddenly remembered what the coachman had told her about the curse when she arrived, and she fell silent helplessly.

She no longer believed in curses, but Mirabelle was indeed suffering hardship and torment, so she couldn't turn a blind eye.

"Would you like to leave with me?"

Igris looked at the flowers on the table and continued.

"Take them with you."

"what…"

Mirabelle was quite surprised to see B looking at the cage, seemingly not expecting that Igor Sylvie would be willing to take her, this burden, with her to live with her, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

But she couldn't agree, after all, she knew that she could do nothing but cause trouble.

She should be content that Igris could come and keep her company for a while; she shouldn't expect too much more, or she would suffer the consequences.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I..."

"I have money."

"..."

Mirabell opened her mouth, only to find that what she wanted to say at that moment seemed so... weak and powerless?

She actually had money, but she was still somewhat taken aback when Igris said those words.

And what's really important isn't money.

"I plan to...continue living here for a while longer."

Mirabell looked out the window at the courtyard, from which she could see Silas's cabin and the group of tombstones. Silas's aged figure was busy in front of the tombstones, carefully sweeping away the fallen leaves.

“Silas has lived here for sixty years… guarding this cemetery was his only job until he died… I cannot leave here, at least as the current owner of this place, I cannot watch Silas live alone guarding these tombstones.”

"I understand."

No one knew when Silas would end his life, but at least he upheld his duty to the very end.

Someone needs to witness and prove that everything he did was not in vain.

What kind of flower is that?

Igris pointed to the flowerpot on the table, and Mirabell looked over as well, unable to suppress a smile.

"This is a violet."

"Pink violets?"

"Of course~ it symbolizes romance, love, hope... and friendship."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Four, What You Love...

"It seems you yearn for a beautiful love."

Mirabell paused for a moment, then coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly.

"Even without these symbolic meanings, it's beautiful enough, isn't it?"