She is not an investigator.

"I won't tell you."

"I wouldn't use your name to curse you!"

“I didn’t say that, you brought it up yourself.”

The little witch pouted, feeling wronged, and could only continue talking to herself.

“My name is Sharti, Sharti Nolan. My surname is the name of the witch who adopted me…”

Slowly, she fell silent for a moment, then continued to speak in a low voice with a hint of resentment.

"And... it's a raven."

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Thirty-Seven, She's Gone

"Although I told you my name... it doesn't mean our relationship will improve at all. I just feel that since we've known each other for so long... it's better for us to know each other's names. I still won't forgive you for planning to send me back, understand?"

The little witch Sharty complained and recounted to the darkness, raging in her own mind.

But slowly, she stopped speaking and just stared into the darkness, her eerie gaze trying to see through it to see Igris's silent expression.

Why don't you speak?

She received no response, which made her feel a little resentful.

Although she was a witch, she believed that she was friendly enough most of the time, but many people still didn't appreciate her friendliness and even treated her coldly.

Take, for example, the assistant in front of me who's pretending to be dead.

Are you mute?!

An angry Sharti stepped into the darkness, trying to grab Igris's shoulder to bring her back from her reverie and get her to listen attentively to what she had to say.

But as her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, she froze in place.

Igris is not here.

She left, and we didn't even know when she left.

He left without a word, so much so that she didn't even notice him talking to himself for a long time.

The little witch's face was red, and her eyes were red too.

She remained silent for a long time, wanting to leave her most vicious words in this dark space, but this would only make her, who had been talking to herself in the dark for so long, look even more foolish, so in the end she could only leave with her head down.

Igris had better pray that she would never see her alone again.

……

Igris had already returned to the agency.

She didn't actually hear what the little witch said after that, and she didn't really care. After all, she had always understood that getting too involved with a witch was not a good choice. Even setting aside the danger of witches themselves, the power behind them was enough for Igris to seriously consider her future.

Besides, her original plan was just to go out for a stroll and then come back to sleep peacefully.

And because she killed a cat while passing by, Igris does feel that her body is now in a state where she can rest.

Naturally, I no longer wanted to continue wandering the streets in the cold, or to discuss life philosophies and dreams with a little witch who seemed particularly lonely because she had lost her pet.

Even though Igris' life is always relaxed, it doesn't mean she's really idle, so idle that she can chat with anyone she meets for a while.

However, if you think about it calmly, there isn't actually that much that Igris needs to do.

Setting aside the side quest of finding the watchmaker, which is of little use to her, her only concern right now is how to get back the crow.

Isabella also said that the raven was indeed with her, and if she wanted it back, she could simply wait until three days later, just before sunset, and climb the clock tower.

Although she might have to fight Isabella again, Igris was quite confident in herself; at least she felt that Isabella shouldn't be able to beat her.

After all, phantom thieves are usually not good at direct combat, but rather at stealing and escaping.

But on second thought, Igris could probably become a phantom thief too.

After all, she was also very good at stealing and escaping.

Although she has recently corrected her dishonest habits a little, whether she steals or not is a different matter from whether she knows how to steal.

"Eat something and go to sleep."

In fact, Igris had thought about buying something to eat before going out, but after walking around, she didn't find anything worth buying. And there were indeed some ingredients that Olivia used when she was learning to cook in the agency.

Although Igris' cooking skills were only so-so, they were certainly enough to support herself, and she was much better than Olivia.

If you really expect Olivia to cook, then she will most likely starve to death.

Looking at the half-eaten steak in the refrigerator that looked quite good, Igris missed her boss a little.

Many days have passed, but she still hasn't sent even a single letter, which has made Igris a little irritated.

But she also had to understand that adults are often powerless to control their own lives. Maybe she was already overwhelmed by things at home, so she might not have time to pay attention to her, a useless assistant.

For example, there's the inheritance rights that every family has to grapple with, and the emotional issues that the older generation worries about and cares about the most.

Olivia is a rebellious girl, which is why she dropped out of school to become a detective, and she's even doing it quite well.

But it's clear that, given her current situation, her family can't possibly be completely at ease with her, since her current standard of living is entirely dependent on her family's resources and pocket money.

Her firm has consistently been operating at a loss, which means that even though she is quite well-known, her family will not feel at ease with her until she has actually solved some major, earth-shattering case.

So Iris's biggest guess is that Olivia might go back home this time to talk to her family about whether her detective career can continue.

Unlike Igris, whose only relative was buried in the ground, Olivia still had people who cared about her future. For nobles like these, the only path for their children's future was to inherit the family fortune.

This is a typical case where if a detective doesn't perform well, he'll be forced to go back and inherit the family fortune.

Igris could only be envious, since she had no more inheritance to carry on.

She let her mind wander for a while, then quickly seared the steak in front of her. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the office, she decided to just grab it with her hands and eat it, but she burned herself and could only watch helplessly as the steak sat in front of her.

Only now does she realize that she is not afraid of fire, but she is still afraid of high temperatures other than fire.

Because Igris really couldn't learn how to cut steak, even when faced with a delicious meal laid out in front of her, even with sauce already poured on, she still didn't know where to start.

Perhaps she didn't control the heat properly, which is why the steak in front of her felt strange to cut.

"Mirror Demon? Come out and help me out."

Fortunately, Igris still had a little helper she carried with her.

"I can help you eat it."

"Then you'd better pray that you turn into a steak."

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Thirty-Eight, The Promise of the Clock Tower

Three days passed quickly, and just as promised, Igris walked toward the tall clock tower before the sun was about to set.

It rained again recently, but it seemed to be just ordinary rain, not the Time-Returning Rain. This made Igris a little more relaxed, no longer needing to worry too much about the large-scale impact caused by the sound of the Time-Returning Rain.

The uneven street surface was covered with a little water, and the setting red sun painted the potholes on the ground with a red hue.

Coincidentally, Igris was looking towards the clock tower, and behind the clock tower was the setting sun.

She walked toward the clock tower, as if chasing the sun, chasing away the passing of time.

Pedestrians passed by Igris, heading in completely different directions. Some kept moving forward, while others stopped and turned to look at Igris as she hurriedly brushed past them.

In the end, those who had paused for a while all continued to leave, appearing to be in a great hurry.

It wasn't until Igris reached the bottom of the clock tower and looked at the wooden door in front of her, marked by the erosion of time, and the rusty lock that had been pried open.

It silently tells the story of the clock tower's past and tells visitors that this place is not deserted.

As the door was pushed open, a decaying sound came from the hinges, somewhat jarring, yet carrying the weight of time.

The interior was dirty and covered in dust, but through a small window, the fiery red glow of the setting sun shone in and spilled onto the spiral staircase leading upwards.

It was covered in dust, but also had brand new footprints.

These are Isabella's marks, indicating that she did indeed keep her appointment on time.

Igris took a step, following the path she had left behind, and slowly climbed upwards.

The clock tower spirals upwards, and the light becomes increasingly brighter as you go higher.

Until Igris walked down the long staircase and reached the top of the tall clock tower.

No one has been here for a long time, but it remains the most famous landmark in Molkens. Even though buildings many times taller have appeared in this day and age, this place still bears the mark of art from history.

Countless people will stand here, looking down at the city, looking at each different street and building, looking at the people and things living in it, and also looking at the sunset slowly setting in the distance.

Sometimes, words and writing are insufficient to express the unprecedented feelings that a moment can bring.

Igris could probably understand why the crow liked to come here.

"You've arrived."

Isabella sat on the edge of the clock tower, even though the street was right below her and her movements could easily cause her to fall. She remained calm, probably because the phantom thieves were already used to standing at high places.

She didn't even turn her head, but on her shoulder, a black bird stood quietly, hopping and turning its head to look at Igris.

It was quiet, unlike Igris's impression that all crows liked to caw.

It must be said that, at least in this situation, it was more like Isabella's pet than the witch's.

Isabella also turned around, returned from the edge of the clock tower, and came to stand in front of Igris.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

She wasn't wearing a hood to cover her face, carelessly exposing herself to Igris's eyes. Her dark red hair was tied up, making her look exceptionally capable.

Igris simply glanced at the raven on her shoulder, and as it looked at her with the same eye, she gently extended her hand.

The next moment, the raven on Isabella's shoulder landed on Igris's arm without hesitation and shook its wings.

"Why would you steal a witch's pet? You should know how important it is to her."

Igris gently stroked the raven's feathers, and it obediently remained still, letting Igris stroke it.

Isabella chuckled, put her hands in her pockets, and said nonchalantly.

"This wasn't stealing. I just happened to become friends with it and borrowed it temporarily."

Isabella watched Igris and the raven's intimate actions and couldn't help but sigh.

“But I didn’t expect that witch would ask you for help… and I didn’t expect that you would actually help her. So, I originally only planned to leave it here for a while, but now… it’s also one of the best ways for me to bring you here.”

Igris gently raised her shoulder, and the raven cleverly flew down from her and stood on the edge of the clock tower.