She is not an investigator.

"I've always heard her write letters about you... You're really handsome."

"…Ha ha."

Just a few minutes ago, they were fighting like madmen, but now the atmosphere has suddenly become strange.

So, are you considering changing jobs?

"?"

So they came to poach our staff?

Igris suspected that if she told Olivia, who was worried that Igris had been kidnapped, their friendship would probably end immediately.

Igris wouldn't do that, but she wouldn't agree to it either.

"I'm sorry, I currently have no intention of changing careers."

"It's alright! Just like your detective agency, I'll pay you to do tasks, it's nothing."

Seeing Serafina's serious expression, Igris suddenly had a momentary lapse in judgment and began to seriously consider the feasibility of this idea.

"Can…"

"The Detective Agency doesn't always have clients, and besides, O'Neill isn't here right now, so no one will find out. Besides, we can move to Morgans; we've always been planning to go there."

Igris looked at Daphne, and Daphne nodded, indicating that what she said was indeed true.

"But this would be bad for Olivia..."

"Oh dear! If I don't tell you, and you don't tell you, who will know!"

Serafina grabbed Igris's arm, stuffed three gold coins into her hand, and whispered something.

"Besides, our interests align, don't they?"

Seeing Serafina's expression, Igris silently put the money into her pocket.

"Happy cooperation!"

"...It's a pleasure to work with you."

Igris felt inexplicably guilty towards Olivia, but she couldn't really call it betrayal...

At most, it could be considered a part-time job?

The Gods' Fool - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Twenty-Two, The World's Cutest Sister

The next morning, Igris continued her journey to the manor as agreed the day before.

Having already walked this route once, Igris was somewhat familiar with it and no longer needed to hire someone to guide her.

The weather is getting colder and colder, probably because winter is just around the corner. Even though I'm wearing a thick trench coat, I still feel a bit chilly. I might have to change into something thicker when I get back.

After all, she is naturally more sensitive to the cold.

Igris didn't wear a watch and didn't know what time it was, but judging from the height of the sun, even the most reluctant sleeper should be awake by now. So Igris was ready to have a good talk with Mirabell about the ancient books.

If she doesn't know either, then Igris will have to ask Silas.

Silas had lived on the estate for over sixty years, so no matter what, he should know as much about it as anyone else.

But Iglesias didn't really want to communicate with him, so it would be best if Seven-Mile Temple Labell knew the general situation.

At the manor gate, Igris gently pushed the somewhat rusty gate. Just like the last time she came, the gate was not locked.

The yard was still a mess, and Silas was nowhere to be seen. He had probably finished cleaning the graveyard and gone back to the cabin.

Igris slowly walked into the manor and easily arrived at Mirabelle's tightly closed door.

Gently pushing open the wooden door, Mirabelle's room once again came into view, filled with all sorts of flowers, and Mirabelle still fast asleep.

Igris always felt that Mirabelle was sleeping every time she came.

However, she soon noticed some differences from yesterday.

For example, the pink violet that Mirabelle seemed to particularly like, which was placed on a shady table, looked somewhat withered.

The flowers didn't seem as vibrant as they were yesterday; they looked wilted.

Mirabelle would probably be heartbroken for a long time if she saw this.

"Mirabelle? Time to wake up."

Igris came to the bedside and gently poked her cheek.

Mirabelle frowned slightly, but did not wake up. She simply turned over and continued to sleep.

She really had no vigilance at all; even though someone had already come to her room, she could still sleep so soundly.

"Mirabell?"

Igris shook her body again, and Mirabell finally managed to open her eyes, looking at Igris behind her, before her eyes widened in shock.

"Ah! Sorry... I went to bed a little late last night."

Mirabelle quickly sat up straight. Although she still looked dazed, she seemed to be a little more alert.

"You actually stayed up all night?"

Igris was curious about what was so worth staying up all night in a place like this. Was it to stay up all night counting stars?

"Hmm... my flowers..."

Mirabelle looked at the violets on the table and said somewhat dejectedly.

“I don’t know what happened. When I came back last night, I found that it was a bit withered. I usually take very good care of it, watering it regularly, fertilizing it, and letting it get some sun from time to time... I don’t understand.”

Igor Qunlis/also doesn't understand these things! Is it possible? Some plants are just so fragile? If you're not careful, they might cause some problems.

"Don't be too sad. Maybe you'll recover after a while, or maybe it's just bad luck?"

"luck…?"

Mirabelle didn't know what luck had to do with it, but she nodded nonetheless, pleased with Igris's words of comfort.

"By the way! Have you had breakfast yet? How about I make you some?"

"No need, I've already eaten."

It wasn't that Igris didn't want to eat what she made; she had indeed eaten it before.

"All right…"

Mirabelle's expression turned somewhat disappointed, but she quickly (reconsidered) her mood, which had always been quite pronounced.

“Speaking of which… Mirabelle, I have some questions for you.”

"Huh? Um, what is it?"

Seeing that Igris had suddenly become much more serious, Mirabelle blinked earnestly and looked at Igris.

"Hmm... During your time living here, have you noticed anything strange? For example... that certain spaces seem a bit off, or some unusual plants?"

Igris didn't know how to explain it to her, so she could only talk about these relatively obvious signs.

Mirabelle began to think seriously, but ultimately focused her attention on her violet.

"The only thing that's not quite normal... is this. Other than that, I don't know anything else."

The withering of the violet is indeed unusual, but there are so many plants here. If it were truly affected, it shouldn't just be this one flower.

"It's okay, may I go and take a look at the basement here?"

"The basement...? Why? It's filthy there, I haven't cleaned it at all, it's dark and messy..."

"I'm looking for something... an old book, do you remember it?"

Mirawald, a mountain neighbor, shook his head.

"You could ask Silas; he has a whole bunch of weird and wonderful things, and he's lived here for a long time, so he definitely knows more than I do."

"I will, thank you."

Mirabelle shook her head nonchalantly, but still asked with some concern.

"Are you... doing some dangerous work?"

Igris was taken aback, and asked in return, not understanding.

Why ask that?

"...I heard Silas mention that after your mother adopted you, she seemed to have done something very wrong, and then something happened to her not long after...I'm worried that maybe your mother influenced you at that time, causing you to..."

"I'll be fine."

Igris smiled faintly, but Mirabelle was not reassured; instead, she became even more uneasy.

"So, you are indeed doing some potentially very dangerous work, right?"

"I can take care of myself, sister. You don't need to worry about losing your only remaining family member at any time. I promise."

Mirabelle wanted to say something more, but Igris didn't want to give her the chance.

"Besides, what I'm doing now is protecting your safety. You don't want to lose me as your blood relative, and neither do I. When you want to leave here, I will come to pick you up... We can go anywhere and start a new life whenever you want."

"...Is it really okay for someone to say something like that to me?"

"why not?"

Igris winked mischievously, while Mirabelle blushed slightly for some unknown reason.

"As long as you don't mind me being a burden..."

"What are you saying, my cutest sister in the world?"

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

Igris left Mirabell's room and went to the cemetery.

Mirabelle doesn't know much, which isn't necessarily a bad thing for her, at least Igris doesn't have to worry about Mirabelle getting into any trouble or danger.

So, she also planned to come here to ask that old man who was half-buried.

"Silas? Are you there?"

Igris stood in front of the closed wooden cabin door and called out softly, but received no response.

She hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on the door gently again.