She is not an investigator.

"It's okay, I can do it myself. Besides, you don't know the way to the kitchen, do you?"

"Tell me and I'll know."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Igris grabbed the wheelchair and began to push her forward.

Igris is often quite tough, especially when facing people who seem easy to bully, even if they are her nominal older sister.

"The kitchen is in another direction..."

"..."

Igris silently turned around and remained silent.

……

"This is the kitchen. Because it's not very convenient, I usually don't close the door. I only close the bedroom door when I go to sleep."

Igris pushed Mirabell into the kitchen, and Mirabell happily took the initiative to introduce everything there to Igris.

"Because I can only sit in a wheelchair, the kitchen utensils and stove used to be placed too high, so I deliberately lowered them a little."

"And here too, the cabinet below contains wheat flour. I tend to put frequently used items low up, including this freezer. I only put things at the very bottom, haha..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had interacted with someone like this, and all of this made her even more enthusiastic about her life.

Her smile was radiant and beautiful.

Having witnessed the dark side of the world, Igris hadn't felt this genuine happiness from the joy of others in a long time.

A person's smile is contagious, so she couldn't help but smile too.

"How is it? Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll make it for you."

It was only at this moment that Mirabelle began to act like an older sister, confidently raising her head.

"I want to eat meat."

Igris's hobbies were always so simple and unpretentious, and Mirabelle didn't seem surprised by this answer.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the two of them are quite similar.

"Let's have roast chicken tonight!"

"Okay."

Seeing Mirabelle's excitement, Igris's smile slowly disappeared, replaced by endless worry.

The manor's resources are limited, so the procurement is probably all handled by Silas.

But judging from the attitude of the townspeople towards the manor, they couldn't possibly escape being treated coldly.

Even though none of them did anything wrong, Mirabelle has almost no friends because of it.

Living in this dilapidated manor, the only person she could talk to was Silas, and her optimism brought her a strength she never imagined in many situations.

Igris could hardly imagine how Mirabelle spent her days before she came here.

"...Why are you staring at me?"

Mirabell's voice brought Igris back to her senses, and she realized that she had been lost in thought and had been staring at Mirabell for too long.

It is very impolite to stare at someone, even if it is your own sister.

But Igris always has her excuses.

"In the garden, you must also be staring at those particularly beautiful flowers, right?"

"..."

Mirabelle silently turned her head and said softly.

"I always have a feeling... you seem to be a really amazing guy."

In a sense, Igris is indeed.

Although the two definitions are not quite the same.

Anyway... look forward to lunch today?

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"How is it? Isn't it even better than what you've had outside?"

"Hmm...it tastes better than my boss's."

Igris isn't a picky eater, and Mirabelle's cooking skills are indeed quite good, but if Igris had to give her an evaluation, she could only say that it's better than Olivia's.

After all, Olivia's cooking skills are already a huge improvement if she can avoid turning everyone's food into charcoal.

"Wait a minute... come with me for a walk?"

Milula Belle looked expectantly at Iglesias, (while she) went out, but in reality, she was not leaving the manor, but just strolling around the manor's courtyard.

She didn't plan to go out casually, and she knew that the people in town wouldn't welcome her.

"of course can."

Igris pushed the chicken on the plate toward Mirabelle and said under her questioning gaze.

"Aren't you going to try it yourself while you're just watching me eat?"

"Ah... I almost forgot, I'm a little too excited."

Mirabell smiled sheepishly, put the chicken that Igris had cut for her into her mouth, but then frowned.

"It tastes awful."

"...?"

Seeing her awkward expression, Igris pulled the plate in front of her over and tasted a piece, but didn't find anything special about it.

It's ordinary, not bad, but it's definitely not particularly delicious either.

"I didn't perform well..."

"I feel pretty good, at least I can eat all of these."

"No need to force yourself, I'll go make you another one right away."

She turned to go back to the kitchen, pushing her wheelchair, but Igris grabbed the wheelchair.

"Whether it's me or not, it's a different story. I've never asked any questions. I really hope you can treat me like family, or at least not be so distant, okay?"

"I... I didn't mean to distance myself from you, it's just... if we don't prepare the best food for our guests..."

"look."

Igris tapped the table and, under Mirabelle's astonished and uncertain gaze, spoke slowly.

"So, in your eyes, I am still a guest, and Qi Er is not your family."

"..."

"So now, it's a good choice to enjoy this imperfect lunch."

Igris pulled Mirabell, wheelchair and all, to her side and smiled gently at her.

"May I?"

"..."

Mirabell looked at Igris's hands gripping the wheelchair tightly and nodded weakly.

She figured she wouldn't have a chance to refuse.

The Gods' Folly - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Five, Mist and the Past

Igris pushed Mirabell in her wheelchair as they strolled through the overgrown courtyard.

She looked at the mist outside the manor's high walls, then at Mirabelle's thin dress, and unconsciously tightened her clothes around herself.

Aren't you cold?

"...Maybe a little."

Mirabell paused for a moment, then looked at Igris with a wry smile.

"I didn't expect the temperature to drop so quickly recently."

Igris took off her coat and draped it over Mirabelle.

"Don't catch a cold, or it will be troublesome."

Mirabell paused for a moment, then looked at Igris's even thinner shirt, and suddenly noticed something, her expression showing some surprise.

"I can't tell at all..."

"what do you mean?"

"Um…"

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

"figure?"

Do you mean I'm thinner than I look, or what?

Mirabell blinked and shook her head somewhat shyly.

"It's nothing, don't mind what I said..."

Igris wasn't really that concerned, since neither aspect was something she found difficult to talk about.

Her slender figure allows her to manipulate her body more effectively and is quite deceptive, allowing her to conceal her powerful aggression.

Until she bares her fangs, no one knows whether she's a cat or a tiger.

"Besides plants, what other hobbies do you have?"

Igris didn't want their conversation to cool down, so she took the initiative to find topics to talk about.

Mirabelle also began to seriously consider it.

"Before I lived here, my dream was to become a pianist."

"And now? Are you giving up just because there's no piano here?"

Mirabelle shook her head, smiled, and said.