She is not an investigator.

Or perhaps his willingness to greet her was itself a gesture of respect for Olivia?

"Ladies, I'm sorry, but we're preparing to conduct some real investigation here. We hope you can cooperate and leave temporarily... How about that?"

She was sharp-tongued and mean, and even clearly looked down on Olivia and Iglesias, believing that they were not professional detectives at all.

This was the strongest feeling that all the lines spoken by this man brought to Igris.

Olivia's brows furrowed deeply, her displeasure almost palpable, but before she could say anything, Igris gently pulled her hand.

"I'm a little hungry, can you come out with me to get something to eat?"

Igris tilted her head slightly, her heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes reflecting Olivia's surprised expression, but revealing nothing of her emotions.

"…it is good."

"Thank you."

Igris smiled gently, pursed her lips, and looked at the detective who was also looking at the two of them.

"And... Detective, could you tell me your name? It's just a little curiosity from a detective enthusiast like myself."

"Of course, of course."

The man seemed quite pleased with Igris's behavior and choices, and even couldn't help but feel a little fondness for this woman he had never paid any attention to before.

“My name is Byron, and this is my assistant, Tros.”

The man he had made his assistant gently removed his hat and gave Igris a polite bow.

"Thank you, Mr. Byron and Mr. Tros. See you tomorrow."

Iglesias pulled Olivia away from there without hesitation or saying anything more.

Byron watched the two figures disappear, and unconsciously touched his pocket, seemingly preparing to take out a cigarette, but smoking was prohibited here.

“You know what, Tros?”

Byron looked at the no-smoking sign and wiped his mouth with some regret.

"I shouldn't have talked to them like that."

"You should have changed your habit of using foul language a long time ago. You should be glad that kind lady didn't scold you."

“You’re right, Tros.”

He looked at the place where the lost paintings were displayed, gently touched the wall behind them, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"you're right."

The Gods' Folly - Regret: Chapter Four, You Are the Wind You Cannot Hold

"You shouldn't have stopped me."

As they left the museum, Iglesias released Olivia's hand, and Olivia whispered something.

Igris didn't turn around or answer; she just stared at the bustling street in front of her, lost in thought.

"Igris?"

"...Hmm? Sorry, I was daydreaming."

Igris turned her head and looked at Olivia, who was somewhat dissatisfied, with a light laugh.

“It’s okay, we don’t need to get into any conflict with them, and I don’t want to see you arguing with others.”

"But they clearly don't respect you."

“It’s okay, Olivia, you’re being a little too sensitive.”

Igris didn't care about those things; people always have to learn to control their emotions, especially when it comes to things that aren't really important.

"And aren't you going to take me to get something to eat? I'm hungry, I already told you."

Olivia was taken aback; she thought Igris was just looking for an excuse to take her away.

"Okay...okay! What would you like to eat?"

"Um…"

Igris raised her head and looked at a magnificent and enormous building not far away.

That was the witches' academy, and one of the landmarks of Byanka; it looked spectacular from any angle.

Although people try to avoid getting close to it as much as possible, it is still spectacular and eye-catching enough.

"I want to eat mushrooms."

"mushroom…?"

……

As evening approached and the sun began to set, two figures leaned against each other on the street near the sea.

They strolled hand in hand down this romantic street, listening to the waves and watching the sunset.

The fading light of twilight began to shine brightly, illuminating their faces as if silently conveying their mutual longing.

"Ugh…"

But on the same street, on a bench facing the sea, sat two figures quietly.

Olivia sat on the right, watching the couple gradually disappear into the distance, and then turned her gaze away with a hint of envy.

Igris sat on the left, listening to the distant waves, trying to overcome her fear of the ocean in this way.

The two were very close, yet seemed very far apart.

Olivia turned her head slightly and looked at Igris, who seemed to be deep in thought.

She's always like this; when she's quiet, it's as if time stands still around her, but when she moves, she becomes elusive and unapproachable.

This is probably why everyone prefers Igris when she's quiet; at least she still looks like she's sitting there, close enough to be within reach.

Olivia couldn't help but reach out and touch her long, flowing golden hair, which was bathed in the light of the setting sun.

The sudden movement seemed to startle her, causing her body to tremble violently. She also turned her head to look at Olivia, who had reached out to touch her.

Her expression turned slightly dissatisfied, her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze held a mixture of resentment and confusion.

It seemed as if she was blaming Olivia for interrupting her thoughts, or perhaps she was complaining that Olivia's sudden action was too impolite.

But Olivia didn't care at all and quickly closed the distance between them.

Igris sat on the far left of the bench, and Olivia's body was pressed tightly against it.

She wrapped her arm around Igris's neck and reached her other hand towards her chin, forcing her to look up at her, almost forcing her to.

Gradually, her eyes began to moisten, and her mood became irritable.

Therefore, she could no longer suppress her emotions and desires.

So she forgot all the costs and consequences and tried to savor the sweetness that was so close at hand.

And so.

Igris punched her.

"pain…"

What are you doing?

The atmosphere that had been painstakingly created was destroyed in an instant. Olivia covered her head and painfully shed tears of sorrow.

The sunset is still the same sunset, and the waves are still the same waves.

Igris is still Igris.

Unfortunately, Olivia is no longer the Olivia we knew.

She is now Olivia (the saddest version).

"Ugh…"

Olivia sighed again, silently moved away from Igris, and slumped to the other end of the chair, looking dejected.

She thought that even if Igris was an idiot, she couldn't possibly be completely oblivious in this atmosphere, but clearly, she had underestimated Igris.

Are there really people like that in the world? Olivia even had a slight urge to crack open her head to see what was inside.

They almost kissed...

"Ugh!"

"Why are you always sighing and complaining..."

Igris looked at Olivia, whose language module seemed to have been changed to only say "sigh," and couldn't help but rub her slightly feverish earlobes.

"But to be honest, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now. Is it alright for you to spend the whole day with me like this? Don't you need to take care of things at home?"

When Igris changed the subject with her question, Olivia answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Of course there is a connection, but they can't control me, so I can still go wherever I want."

This is probably why there are so many spoiled young ladies; it's not because they lack discipline, but simply because no one dares to discipline them.

Although Igris did hope that Olivia could do what she wanted without working too hard, for the sake of the agency and her weekly salary of twenty-five silver dollars, she still hoped that Olivia would pay a little more attention to solving cases.

"And compared to that..."

Olivia suddenly turned to look at Igris and said with a hint of reproach.

"Didn't you ask me to come out for a stroll with you?"

"I just wanted to give that detective some room to maneuver."

Igris stood up, straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes, and took a deep breath of the air mixed with a slight fishy smell.

"I guess they should have made some progress, and now it's our turn to step in."

Seeing Igris' confident demeanor, Olivia sighed helplessly and stood up with her.

"Although I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you and want to talk to you about... well, you're my assistant, so I should be more lenient with you."

"You've already said that once, in the castle, do you remember?"

"of course I remember."

Olivia winked at Igris and said with a light laugh.