She is not an investigator.

Igris frowned; she knew what Silas meant by his question—he was referring to Aaron's matter.

But Igris couldn't answer him, at least not right now; she didn't want to answer the question.

She is now Igris.

"In the words of a knight, I am a person hated by the sea, and a person whose fate has been altered... but now I am simply Igris, a reborn Igris."

She pulled the scalpel out of the table and stood up from the chair.

“I’ll be leaving soon. I’m not sure if staying here will cause Mirabelle any trouble, but I feel she needs my help. Is there anything else you’d like to tell her?”

"Uh... there's one more thing, and I think that's a really important question."

Silas said hesitantly.

“Although I know you are not Igris, at least… I mean, your body belongs to her, and by blood, you and Mirabelle are indeed closely related, so…”

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Ahem... Anyway, you know it."

Igris suppressed the urge to stab him, nodded with a forced smile, and then rushed out, thoughtfully slamming the door shut behind her.

Silas smiled nonchalantly, but then coughed heavily, indicating that his physical condition was indeed nearing its limit.

But at this age, he has lived a long and peaceful life.

……

"This old man... he has no respect for his age."

Igris walked slowly into the manor, but Silas's behavior just now actually said a lot.

He didn't consider her Igris, but he was at least willing to believe in her and accept her.

Igris doesn't need his approval, but this will at least give her some sense of self-identity.

Regardless of what happened before, at least she is now Igris, a fallen heiress who has been reborn.

As for Aaron? May he find happiness at the bottom of the ocean.

Back in front of Mirabell's room, Igris gently knocked on the door but didn't push it open to go in.

You may not know any better the first time, but you still need to know the most basic etiquette.

However, Mirabell's voice did not come through, so Igris had no choice but to push the door open and go inside.

Her bedroom door didn't seem to have a lock, so she never locked it, not even when she was sleeping.

"She's fallen asleep again after only a short while..."

Igris looked at Mirabelle, who was sleeping soundly in bed, and felt too embarrassed to disturb her any further.

But there seemed to be very few places in the manor where she could actually stay. Apart from this room, the rest of the place was dilapidated and unbearable to look at, so it seemed that Igris could only stand here in a daze.

Look at the flowers, or look at Mirabelle sleeping.

Igris felt that the flowers were prettier, at least these flowers were indeed carefully tended by Mirabelle.

There are many varieties of Igris that I've never seen before; perhaps Krisuna would know a little about them?

Iygris Ling Buyi Zhiqi Daozi: Why did Si suddenly think of Wu Ke Jiu Lisu Na? Maybe it's because I'm a little curious about her current situation.

Even though the Special Investigations Department said that her body might be fine now, Igris still couldn't help but recall the scene on that rainy day when she was holding a bomb and Krysna, who had turned into a giant octopus, self-destructed.

It's hilarious.

I wonder if there are any Special Investigations officers stationed in Willow Creek Town? But since it's a populated town, there probably are.

Iglesias still had a slight urge to go out and explore a bit, since she had been staying here all the time, and apart from accompanying Mirabelle, she couldn't think of anything else interesting to do.

And since Mirabelle was sleeping, she couldn't disturb her.

Igris can't possibly sleep with her, can she? There's only one bed here, after all.

The Gods' Fool - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Fifteen, Go Down the Mountain

"Mmm..."

Bathed in sunlight, Mirabelle slowly opened her blurry eyes.

It's already afternoon now, and because of the poor lighting in the room, the sunlight is shining directly onto her bed.

Some flowers are not suitable for always facing the sun, so there are some tips for placing Mirabelle.

But in the room, which should have been as quiet as usual, the faint breathing of the baby caught Mirabelle's attention.

As she looked, Igris's figure appeared on the chair in the corner.

She tilted her head to the side, leaning her whole body against the back of the chair, and looked like she was fast asleep.

Mirabelle thought that when she came back, she found him asleep and didn't want to disturb him, so she waited for him to wake up on the chair, but unexpectedly fell asleep herself.

However, it was only in such quiet circumstances that Igris's appearance softened slightly...

Mirabelle carefully pulled the wheelchair over, moving very gently, afraid of accidentally waking Igris.

Mirabelle finally managed to get herself into the wheelchair before she could catch her breath and went to Igris, who was slumped in the chair.

Mirabelle had originally intended to wake Igris and have her go to bed, but suddenly she didn't want to wake her up.

Mirabelle definitely prefers Igris when she's asleep to when she's awake; she looks exceptionally quiet and adorable, and has an easy-to-bully appearance.

If she were awake, Mirabelle would never dare to stare at her so directly.

It wasn't that she was afraid of what Igris might do, after all, Igris was her sister, but she always felt a strange sense of guilt when faced with Igris's questioning gaze.

Furthermore, Igris's behavior was so different from what she had heard that it was hard not to suspect that something had happened to her recently and that her personality had changed drastically.

In addition to what she had done during this period, Mirabelle originally wanted to maintain her sister's dignity to some extent, but in the end she found that she seemed to have no right to speak.

He is indeed very handsome... but this is not the cute little sister she wanted.

What she wants is someone soft, sweet, and cute, someone who can't help but act coquettishly towards her...

Even just imagining Igris's face on her face, Mirabelle felt like she was about to burst out laughing.

Unfortunately, this is destined to be unrealistic. If she were to make such a request to Igris, Igris would probably just look at her like she's an idiot and wonder if she was telling some kind of lame joke.

"Ugh…"

"You've been staring at me for a long time, is there a problem?"

"?!"

Mirabelle instinctively shrank back, while Igris slowly opened her eyes and looked at Mirabelle, who was standing right in front of her.

Is it pretty?

"I... I just wanted to call you..."

Mirabelle instinctively pulled her wheelchair backward, but Igris pulled her back, curiously examining Mirabelle who looked unusually nervous.

"But I was already awake when you got into the wheelchair, and I don't think I heard you call me?"

"...Maybe I've forgotten...?"

Mirabelle turned her head away, not daring to look at Igris, and Igris, not intending to continue teasing her, simply released her wheelchair.

It has to be said that Mirabelle is indeed easy to bully. Although if Igris continues to bully her like this, she will feel guilty. But it is still quite fun to tease her from time to time.

"You really like sleeping... You were sleeping when I came, and you slept again after I came back."

Igris stood up from the chair, stretched, and moved her body, which was unusually sore from sleeping in the chair.

Mirabell didn't dare to say a word, but silently moved her wheelchair back, quickly moving away from Igris.

She seemed a little frightened? But Igris didn't do anything particularly outrageous.

"And, although it's a bit inappropriate, I'm still a little curious... if I were to actually stay at this manor, where would be a better place for me to live? This place... is a complete mess."

Apart from Mirabelle's room, the other rooms were so cluttered with dust that cleaning them up was a real struggle.

It may have reached the point where even if a thief comes, they won't bother to take those things and sell them.

"How about...you sleep here?"

Misha La Belle R. seemed to have given this question little thought. Her legs were not very mobile, and it was difficult for her to tidy up the room, let alone that old man Silas who was half-buried in the ground.

"Do you mean, should I sleep on this chair, or on the floor?"

Igris raised an eyebrow, feeling a little uncomfortable with this kind of hospitality, as it was the first time she had seen it.

"Hmm... sleep in my bed, my bed is quite big... so, we can probably sleep together...?"

Igris didn't know what Mirabell's mindset was when she said such a thing, but her bed was indeed quite large, and Mirabell and Igris were both incredibly slender; even three more Igris could probably fit in it.

But that's not the real problem. The real problem is, why did she have to go to the point where she had to share a bed with her sister?

She had just been reminded of this not long ago.

No…no, she shouldn’t overthink it. It’s just sleeping together, it’s a normal situation.

"I think I'll just sleep on the floor."

However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Igris was willing to make some small concessions.

"...You despise me?"

Mirabelle, however, seemed somewhat displeased.

Igris raised an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips.

"Of course, who knows if you'll take advantage of me while I'm sleeping."

How could you say such a thing?!

Igris didn't know how she could say such a thing, but since she couldn't possibly take advantage of Mirabelle, it could only be that Mirabelle wanted to take advantage of her.

Besides, Mirabelle had been staring at her for quite a while; she might really be plotting something.

"...Anyway! I'm your older sister, so you at least have to listen to me."

"They're using their older sister status to intimidate people again."

Igris pursed her lips, then looked out the window at the still-early sky, and suddenly had an idea.

"I'll go stay there."