She is not an investigator.

But she cannot lose her familiar; it is like family to her, an inseparable part of her life.

Faced with the choice between family and dreams, she seems to have to make another choice.

"Let me make this clear beforehand: even if you beg me for mercy, I will not change my mind."

"I won't plead for you!"

Igris shrugged and continued speaking nonchalantly.

"So you'd better think it over, your chances won't be many."

"..."

She bit her lip, clenched her fists tightly, but then relaxed them, and sat down in the chair in front of Igris in a self-deprecating manner.

"...I promise you."

"louder please."

"I promise you! As long as you help me find it, I'll go with you to the police and have them take me back! Are you satisfied now?! You...you! Waaah..."

She slammed her hand on the table in a fit of rage, growing angrier and more aggrieved as she spoke, until finally she lowered her head and began to cry.

This wasn't the first time Igris had made someone cry, so she was experienced and knew how to comfort them.

But she didn't intend to offer comfort. After all, even if the girl in front of her did look pitiful, she was still a witch, and inappropriate comfort would only make her think that Igris was looking down on her.

And…Igris actually quite enjoys watching her cry.

She looks much cuter than when she's sulking.

"Then it's settled. I'll help you find your pet, and you have to keep your promise and come with me to the police station so they can send you back."

Igris clasped her hands together and laughed happily amidst her resentful and brooding gaze.

"And, Miss Witch... if you have anything else to say, you can tell me now. If not, you can leave now. I'm planning to catch up on some sleep... and prepare to find your crow."

Igris tilted her head, her smile dazzling, but in the little witch's eyes, it was particularly hateful.

"What do you say?"

"...When I graduate, I'll definitely turn you into a crow..."

"Of course, no problem, I'm willing to wait for you."

The premise is that she can actually graduate smoothly and find Igris after that.

Graduating from the witch's academy is not as simple as it seems.

The Gods' Fool - Torrential Rain: Chapter 33, a good read.

The little witch left the agency in a fit of anger. Igris should be glad she didn't secretly leave herself a curse or something, although if she had, her raven would most likely never have been found.

Even if it's found, Igris won't give it back to her.

"call…"

Igris stood up, stretched her body vigorously, and felt the fatigue accumulated from staying up late recently, as well as her drowsy mind.

She was indeed ready to get some rest. She hadn't been able to sleep well lately because she had been staying up late. Now that Amyrida was no longer there to take care of, Igris could simply lock the shop and get a good night's sleep.

As for the crows, Igris still didn't seem to be in a hurry.

First of all, it is obviously unrealistic to try to catch a phantom thief who is suspected of having magic tricks during the day.

So Igris wasn't in a hurry to act; she was still waiting for a better opportunity.

Wait for an opportunity for the other party to come to you.

Isabella is unlikely to give up so easily; she will definitely launch another attack on Igris, and at that time, Igris will be able to take advantage of the situation to deal with the crows as well.

And the matter of the watchmaker.

Alex said the watchmaker has disappeared, so Isabella, who has been working for the watchmaker, must know something. Perhaps all the clues can be connected.

Although such a good thing may not exist in the world, Igris is good at fantasizing and is willing to believe that her future is relatively positive and optimistic.

After locking the door, Igris went upstairs to her room.

Igris glanced at her pocket watch; it was 2:31 p.m., not a good time to sleep, but Igris never picked a time to go to sleep.

She went to the window and covered the window that let in light into the room with curtains, making the whole room appear exceptionally dark.

Looking at her masterpiece, Igris nodded in satisfaction and went to the full-length mirror in the room.

Her reflection was in the mirror; she was a girl with very mischievous-looking hair.

She still hasn't mastered the magical skill of making her long hair completely unobtrusive, but she has made great progress. At least she won't accidentally eat hair in her mouth while talking or have her hair blocking her eyes.

Igris leaned closer to the mirror, pinched her now plump cheeks, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although she is still extremely thin, she has at least lost the sub-healthy state that was caused by malnutrition.

Igris took off her clothes, pinched her stomach, and felt much better when she saw her body in the mirror, where there were no visible rib marks.

If this continues, her body will probably recover to Olivia's state soon, becoming somewhat normal, and not like a walking humanoid skeleton.

Igris didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, but she still took off all her clothes and looked at her body, lost in thought.

The body's condition had always been strange, and Igris couldn't say for sure if it was just her imagination, but there were hardly any obvious flaws on her body.

Just like how some people always have moles or other things, but nothing could be seen on Igris's body.

She was like the most perfect physical state that a human could theoretically maintain. If it weren't for her own low physical strength, Igris would almost think she was some kind of supernatural being.

Besides that, it seems that her body has stopped developing.

Igris couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but she still felt it was a pity.

After all, if she continues to develop, her physical fitness will improve relatively faster, instead of having to rely solely on her own weight gain and exercise.

Although she didn't actually exercise much, because she always did some high-intensity exercises, the results weren't too bad.

After all, her original goal wasn't to have a muscular physique; she just wanted to make her body less weak.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Igris raised her arm, wanting to try and show off her biceps.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see her muscles after trying for a long time, so she could only lower her arms in disappointment and then lie down on the bed.

Her body sank into the soft bed, the thick quilt enveloping her, making her groan comfortably and unconsciously smile.

This is probably the life she has always dreamed of: not having to worry about the hardships of life, the difficulties of the future, or how much money she has left in her wallet. All she needs to do is lie in bed, feel the warmth of the blankets, and enjoy the relaxing moments of the afternoon.

Even if she threw all her clothes away and rolled around in her room, no one would say anything to her.

"Ah... I'm so happy."

This is probably what happiness is all about, in its ordinariness.

"Ordinary" refers to her current daily life, not her.

Just as Igris closed her eyes, ready to enjoy her afternoon nap, something hit her in the face.

It was very light, but it still made Igris open her eyes.

She looked around but didn't find anything suspicious in her room, so she turned her gaze to the thing that had hit her face on the bed.

It was a card, a black card.

Igris's eye twitched as she picked up the card that shouldn't have been on her bed and looked at the writing on it.

"..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Isabella sat on the roof of the office, quietly gazing at the distant clock tower.

Her body was covered in black clothes and a cloak, and even her face was covered by a thick black hood, so her expression could not be seen.

A black card spun and swirled between her fingertips, perfectly reflecting her inner turmoil.

What was written on the card probably wasn't that important anymore, since she actually intended to send a new advance notice to Igris.

However… I don’t even know whether to call it good luck or bad luck.

Even though Igris had indeed drawn the curtains, the gap still made Isabella peek inside.

How much time passed? She forgot.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning at that moment, instead making every minute and second seem infinitely extended in her eyes and echoing back and forth in her mind.

Until Igris lay down on the bed, ready to enjoy her afternoon nap.

She also left her reflections on the ultimate meaning of humanity and the significance of life during that period on that card and passed it on to Igris.

Isabella simply lacked literary talent, so she could only condense all her essence into a few short sentences.

[nice.]

That's what it says above.

The gods' cold-blooded schemes and foolish tricks—Torrential Rain: Chapter Thirty-Four, You Know the Rules

Igris silently tossed aside the card in her hand and looked at the curtains that were letting in a faint light.

She hesitated for a moment, then put on her coat and, making sure she wouldn't be exposed, drew back the curtains.

Sunlight fell on Igris's face, causing her heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes to squint slightly as she adjusted to the intense light.

The afternoon sun was even brighter, shining directly into Igris's room, allowing her to feel the warmth of the room while her body was bathed in sunlight.

Above the eaves, a pair of legs dangled gently, and it was clear that its owner was in a good mood and didn't even care that Igris had discovered him.

She slightly opened the window, leaving only a small crack to prevent the excessively cold air from rushing into the room and catching a cold from her completely unclothed body, and whispered to the outside.

"I never expected you would be interested in my body."

The swaying legs in front of Igris stopped, and at the same time, Isabella's voice from the rooftop entered the room and reached her ears.

"I never expected that you would have the good habit of appreciating your own body during the day. Thank you for letting me feast my eyes on you."

Igris casually steadied herself against the window, looked at the street outside, and replied with a slight smirk.

"You can come in and take a look if you wish."

"...What an enticing invitation."

Isabella removed her hood, seemingly trying to make it easier for her to breathe.