She is not an investigator.

Igris looked helplessly at the little witch at the door with a resentful look in her eyes, while the latter looked at the raven that was still clinging to Igris's arms and scolded her angrily.

"Come back now! Or I'll tell Mom!"

"Gah!"

The fat bird in Igris's arms suddenly raised its head and let out a strange cry.

Then she nestled back into Igris's arms.

It seems that contacting the pet's parents is not enough to threaten the pet.

But this guy is really a child... when he's wronged, the first thing he does is go to his mom.

However, before Igris could even think of how to shoo the crow away, her pocket suddenly bulged, and a dark, round head popped out.

Before it could react, it suddenly darted out, took flight, and crashed headfirst into the fat bird in Igris's arms.

The fat bird in Igris's arms was startled and almost without hesitation flew up, crossed the gate, and landed on the expectant little witch.

Igris then looked at the other raven that had taken her place in her arms.

"..."

Is this a mirror demon?

"So you have a raven too?"

The little witch looked at the pet nestled in Igris's arms, which looked almost exactly like her own fat bird, and suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It's hard to explain Igris, after all, the Mirror Demon is much more powerful than the raven that can talk all the time.

"Probably... Since it's already gone back, you should go back soon. Don't wander around so late, or the crow will fly away again and you won't be able to find it."

"It's a raven!"

The little witch pouted and retorted again, somewhat unhappy.

However, she then looked at Igris and asked in a low voice with some curiosity.

"But at least you don't seem to have heard me finish what I was saying... So, do you know my name?"

Igris shook her head slightly, but she didn't intend to ask. After all, the titles "Little Witch" and "Little Mushroom" were already quite conspicuous, so Igris didn't need to ask a witch's name anymore.

Just as she once said, less communication, less interaction, less contact.

"My name is Sharti Nolan! Remember that!"

But the little witch didn't seem to like being called "little witch," probably preferring that Igris would call her by her real name.

After all, although Igris had never told her her name, she still knew Igris's name.

"Nolan..."

Igris smiled gently and waved to the little witch in front of her.

“I will remember it; this name…it is certainly memorable enough.”

"...Then, I'll be going now?"

The little witch held the chubby bird in her arms, and although she said that, she was still a little hesitant.

Perhaps because she had no reason to stay there any longer, but still wanted to talk to Igris about something, her expression turned somewhat gloomy, yet she refused to take a step.

"and many more."

"Is there anything else?"

The little witch looked at Igris with a hint of expectation in her eyes, even though she couldn't get anything from Igris.

"Don't forget to pick up your hat."

Igris pointed to the little witch's hat that had fallen to her feet.

"Let's meet again sometime, though I don't know if such a coincidence will happen again."

"Oh…"

Igris really left without looking back, heading towards the house she had rented.

The little witch silently picked up the hat from the ground, dusted it off, and sighed softly.

"Are witches... really that unpopular?"

"quack!"

The raven couldn't answer her question, but the little witch already had some answers in her heart.

……

"Mirror Demon, you can't just run out like that anymore."

"quack!"

Don't play dumb.

"Ahem... But I did help you, so Igris, you can praise me or give me a reward."

Igris looked at the fat bird perched on her shoulder and gently stroked its feathers.

"So what reward do you want?"

How about we sleep together tonight, holding each other?

This is a reward from the pet, a normal reward that Igris should give it.

"As long as you don't turn into me in the middle of the night, it's fine."

Of course not!

The Gods' Fool - Regret: Chapter Ten, An Opportunity

The next morning, Igris went to the museum early.

Just like yesterday, there were still many people guarding the entrance, and the area was cordoned off and not open to the public.

Igris had just approached the door and hadn't even had a chance to say anything to those people when Olivia's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Igris? Good morning."

Olivia waved to Igris from afar and walked over quickly.

She was still wearing the same smart and familiar outfit from yesterday, instead of the overly glamorous gown, even though her status made the latter more suitable. It was clear that Igris preferred how she looked in this outfit.

"Good morning, your uncle is back?"

Iglesias nodded to Olivia as a greeting, and asked with some curiosity.

Olivia looked at the museum in front of her with some uncertainty.

"Probably... I don't know if he's even here, but if he really cares about the safety of the collection, then he's probably already back. Let's go in and check it out, there's no point in just standing here, is there?"

Olivia reached out and took Igris's hand very naturally, but Igris seemed unaware and took a step forward, avoiding Olivia's touch.

Olivia froze on the spot, while Igris, who had already taken a step, noticed Olivia standing there in a daze and tilted her head in confusion.

"what happened?"

"No...it's nothing."

Olivia forced a smile and silently followed behind Igris.

Perhaps Igris didn't notice her.

As the two entered the museum one after the other, their clear conversation could be heard.

"It's alright, it's alright, let him steal. What could he possibly steal? A painting? What painting? Oh... I remember now, you mean that one."

Igris looked over with some curiosity and saw the strange man talking to Detective Byron.

Igris had never met him, but judging from the exceptionally luxurious and high-end clothes he was wearing, he was most likely Olivia's uncle.

When he turned his head, he also saw Igris walking towards him, and Olivia behind her.

"Olivia? What are you doing here?"

He looked to be in his forties, with some graying hair, but he was remarkably robust and well-maintained, a very refined gentleman.

At that moment, Detective Byron also saw Igris approaching and greeted her politely.

“We meet again, Ms. Igris.”

Igris simply smiled politely and said nothing more before meeting the gentleman's scrutinizing gaze.

"Olivia?"

"Uncle...this is my assistant. I'm a detective, remember?"

“Detective…Detective, I thought you had given up long ago.”

His brows furrowed deeply, and he made no attempt to hide his somewhat impolite gaze as he looked at Igris.

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Olivia's decision, and probably everyone in her family was unhappy with it, so naturally there was no possibility that they would have a good impression of Igris.

“But Olivia, there is already a professional detective here. I don’t want you to get involved in this anymore. This is a criminal case, and you might encounter some danger if you continue to move around here.”

The gentleman tapped his cane, shook his head, and earnestly advised Olivia.

Olivia was about to say something in response, but he spoke first again before she could.

"Besides, what was that thief planning to steal? The most valuable thing here?"

He suddenly smiled, stroked his neatly trimmed mustache, and said.

"I've already moved all the truly priceless artifacts here. He can't take anything. Preview 3"@霖十「四韭翅$」俬栎怡信? How could such child-scare tactics possibly work on me?"

It seems that this gentleman really cares about his collection, so he never placed his hopes on the staff and guards here, or even the detectives.

But he couldn't move everything away, so there are still many valuable things here.

At least that's how it seems to Igris.

"Alright, Olivia, if there's nothing else, you can leave now. I don't want you to continue investigating this matter. There are more professional detectives here. As for you, my young lady, you should stay quietly in your room and wait for the next banquet to resume."

He tapped his cane again, his tone almost suffocatingly rigid.

Even though he was just Olivia's uncle, not her father, Iglesias couldn't imagine how suffocated she would feel if she lived in such a family.

This feeling is something that money can't buy, probably.