She is not an investigator.

Igris suddenly spoke in a cold voice and pulled the wheelchair out from under the bed.

"Now, either you get into your wheelchair and leave with me, or I'll knock you out and carry you away. You choose one."

"Why is it so fierce?! Why the rush... Is there going to be an earthquake here...?"

Mirabell shifted back in a flustered manner, but Igris didn't bother to explain and instead started counting down.

"three."

"Wait, wait! Let me think about it!"

"two!"

"Don't hit me! I'll go with you!"

Watching Mirabell carefully sit in her wheelchair, Igris nodded in satisfaction.

"Um... so can you tell me why you're in such a hurry to take me away?"

Sitting in her wheelchair, Mirabell still cautiously turned her head to ask Igris, whose expression was unusually heavy.

Igris answered very enthusiastically.

"Because I planted a bomb here, and it won't be long before this place explodes."

"I don't believe it..."

Mirabelle pursed her lips and followed Igris into the manor courtyard, heading towards the gate.

The sunlight shone on Mirabelle's face, causing her to squint and whisper.

"If you really have to leave... could you take that potted violet with you?"

"...You really like it."

"Of course, that's my most precious thing."

Igris sighed helplessly, nodded, released the wheelchair, and turned to walk into the manor.

Mirabelle watched Igris's departing figure, and somewhat boredly rested her chin on her hand.

She rarely leaves this place anymore. It would be a lie to say she doesn't yearn for the outside world, but she never imagined that everything would happen so suddenly.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

It might be a good thing; at least this way she won't have to struggle with it.

After all, she had no choice.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, Mirabell coughed, the sound was not loud and not violent.

She rubbed her neck, then covered her chest with a strange expression.

Feeling down.

Are you sick?

"let's go."

Igorlis handed the violet to Mirabelle, who hugged it tightly and smiled happily.

"Once we get outside, maybe I'll be able to find a way to cure it."

"It's just a flower."

"You wouldn't be jealous of even a tiny flower like that, would you?!"

"I'm not jealous at all..."

Igris pushed Mirabell and slowly arrived at the gate of the manor.

If they take just one more step forward, they can leave this place.

But at that moment, Igris suddenly stopped.

"Igris? What's wrong?"

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Igris stared blankly at the door in front of her, a sense of unease she had never felt before rising within her, causing her to stop moving involuntarily.

She always trusted her intuition, but now that intuition was preventing her from taking Mirabelle away from the manor, away from this dangerous area.

why?

"Igris? Is she asleep?"

Mira Belle's call rang in her ears, and she wanted to move her feet, but every time she tried to move forward, the violent beating of her heart made her stop in her tracks.

Is it a problem with that flower?

"Mirabelle, could you give me that flowerpot for a moment?"

Mirabell blinked and handed the violet in her arms to Igris without hesitation, watching her actions.

Igris placed the violet on the ground and continued trying to move forward.

But that premonition neither stopped nor disappeared.

No, it's not that.

It's Mirabelle.

The problem lies with Mirabelle.

“Igris…you’re acting strange, are you feeling unwell?”

Feeling unwell...?

Igris frowned and asked Mirabell in return.

"And you, are you feeling unwell?"

"No...? But I did cough just now... I might have caught a bit of a cold."

What does this tell us?

Igris didn't know, and didn't understand.

But she had to get Mirabelle out of there, she had to do it no matter what.

The gate was right in front of her; she was about to be safe.

"…call."

Igris took a deep breath, preparing to ignore her premonition and forcefully break out.

No matter what danger they encounter, she will protect Mirabelle and prevent her from getting hurt.

Mirabelle, close your eyes.

"Oh."

Mirabelle obediently closed her eyes, while Igris abruptly stepped out and left the manor courtyard.

Her movements slowly came to a stop, and that unease vanished in an instant.

Igris laughed; it was indeed an illusion, a trick to stop them.

But now, Mirabelle is safe and free.

But the next moment, a petal drifted slowly past Igris.

She lowered her head and looked at Mirabelle, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The color representing life slowly faded, and the pale white symbolizing ruin slowly spread.

"Igris? Why did you stop again?"

She looked up at Igris with a smile, as if anticipating a bright future.

But her bloodless body and rapidly fading life both spoke of her swift demise.

Why is this happening?

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Twenty-Five, The Arena

"Huh? Why are you back again?"

"...I forgot to buy a train ticket."

"Oh…"

Igris and Mirabelle returned to the manor, and the colors that had disappeared from her body began to return.

Slowly, little by little, it's like adding color to a black and white picture.

She seemed to feel nothing; all the changes seemed to have no effect on her.

But Igris knew she was going to die.

If she leaves now, she will die.

But why?

Igris bent down and picked up the violet from the ground.

The flowers in the pot have completely withered, just like Mirabelle just now, having completely lost their color, as if all their life has been drained away.

Mirabell stared silently at the flowers in the pot, managing a forced, awkward smile.

"Maybe I'm just unlucky."

"..."

Igris sighed and led Mirabelle back into the manor.

Let's leave tomorrow.

"Then tomorrow."

That day, Igris did not leave.

Even as night fell, she did not leave, but remained by Mirabelle's side.

She felt a little uncomfortable and at a loss, but she still seemed very happy in the face of Igris's care and concern.