She is not an investigator.

Igris had never experienced true wealth; she was just guessing, especially since Olivia didn't seem very happy.

"But Uncle...you know me, you know I can't be content with just this kind of life. Didn't you support me back then?"

"But you disappointed me, didn't you?"

He glanced at Olivia, then at Igris beside her, and sighed softly.

"Why do you have to resist your life? What's wrong with it? You can enjoy the wealth and luxury that most people can't enjoy. No one will force you to do things you don't like. You just need to inherit the family business and find someone you like. Anyone is fine."

"but!"

Olivia remained unyielding, and said somewhat sadly.

"Aren't you just forcing me to do things I don't like...?"

He shook his head, not wanting to say anything more, and prepared to walk around Olivia and leave, but Igris stepped forward again, standing in front of him and blocking his way.

"...Is there something you need?"

He wasn't nice to Igris, but Igris didn't care because there were plenty of people who treated her even worse.

"Sir, do you know what's most important for a detective?"

This question had been asked of Igris before, but for him, it was indeed the first time he had ever heard of it.

He pondered for a moment, then asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Quick-witted, talented, with captivating observation skills, and meticulous logic?"

"She is an assistant."

Although Igris initially felt that what he said was the correct answer, what Igris wanted to say had nothing to do with those.

“If you were willing to give Olivia a chance once, why not give her another chance? This time, she is not alone.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his beard, and looked somewhat surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be so confident."

"Do not."

Igris smiled politely and looked at Olivia, who was also stunned beside her.

"I just have faith in my boss."

The Gods' Fool's Play - Regret: Chapter Eleven, Please Don't Doubt Yourself

"Although I feel I shouldn't interrupt in this matter, I still want to say one more thing... Indeed, everyone has witnessed Olivia's abilities."

Faced with the stalemate, Detective Byron spoke up at this moment, doing something that no one expected.

After all, their meeting was not pleasant, and to some extent, what Olivia is doing now is preparing to take away his job.

But he was still generous enough to speak up for Olivia.

This won't do him any good, but that's probably how detectives are—unconventional guys.

"...Since we've come this far..."

He sighed, looked at Olivia's expectant face, and couldn't help but answer.

"That's settled then. This is the last time. If you actually find something and catch that guy, I'd probably be happy to put in a good word for you with your father."

The premise is that she can actually do it.

"Thanks…"

Olivia didn't know who she should thank: her uncle, Igris, or Byron, the detective with whom they were sworn enemies.

Perhaps they are all of those.

"as well as…"

He looked at Igris again and gave her a polite, fairly good smile.

"Miss Assistant, aren't you going to introduce yourself to me?"

The change in attitude was so rapid that Igris didn't even have time to react, but recalling the difficulties Olivia had told her about recruiting assistants, Igris suddenly understood.

He probably mistook Igris for one of those people who were just there to get a high salary and fill a vacancy.

However, judging from her words and actions, as well as her willingness to support Olivia, she has most likely already gained his approval.

Igris should feel quite honored by this, since there probably aren't many people who can truly gain his approval.

“My name is Igris, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Igris returned the same polite smile. She was always polite, and although she didn't particularly like the elaborate etiquette of the nobles, it didn't mean she was completely ignorant of it.

She knows a little bit about everything, though not much, but she knows a little bit.

“Igris…you can call me William. As for my identity, I think you already know it.”

At least for now, he's much more satisfied with Olivia's little assistant.

"I hope you can really catch the murderer, not only for my precious collection, but also for Olivia herself."

He tapped his cane again and said in a low voice.

"Now, you can step aside, or come with me to see the painting that should have been stolen."

"With pleasure, Mr. William."

Igris stepped aside and came back to Olivia's side.

Detective Byron and his assistant followed him, slowly making their way to the exhibition hall on the first floor.

At this moment, only Olivia and Igoris remained on the second floor, and neither of them moved an inch.

Olivia seemed lost in thought, while Igris simply stood by her side, waiting for her to leave first.

It wasn't until Olivia came to her senses and realized that Igris was still beside her that she asked in surprise.

Why didn't you go with them?

"...Because I was an assistant, remember? The one who really needs to investigate the case is you, my detective."

Igris crossed her arms with a strange expression, her two-colored pupils staring at Olivia with some displeasure.

"What's wrong with you? You've been spacing out since the beginning,"

"...I was just thinking about some things."

"What is it? Don't try to fool me, you'd better explain yourself clearly."

Iglesias even anticipated that Olivia would try to fool her by saying nothing, and preemptively cut off what Olivia was about to say.

Olivia could only hesitate and answer in a low voice, somewhat conflicted.

"If I really disappoint you..."

"In that case, you should just go back to being a rich heiress."

Igris casually put her hands in her pockets, appearing surprisingly calm.

Olivia didn't understand, so she continued to ask.

"But won't you feel very sad if that's the case...?"

"Sad? Why?"

Igris didn't understand either. She didn't understand why she should be sad, just because she had lost a job that paid twenty-five silver dollars a week.

Although she does cherish her job, she doesn't think she can't live without it.

"If you really can't do it, then it just means that our relationship may have come to an end."

"...Wh-what?"

“Isn’t it obvious? If you can no longer be a detective, then I will no longer be your assistant. I might find a new job, a new boss, and become the assistant of another detective, instead of you, Olivia.”

Igris shrugged and looked at her expressionlessly.

"You know what I mean."

"No...! I absolutely will not allow this to happen!"

Olivia lunged at Igris's arm, but Igris deftly dodged and wagged her finger at her.

"Remember? Please don't try to touch my body, and you should try harder, Miss Detective."

Igris glanced at the few figures on the first floor that were almost out of sight, then casually walked past Olivia. As she passed Olivia, she turned her head slightly and whispered in her ear.

"If you don't want to lose me."

"...!"

By the time Olivia came to her senses, Igris had already started walking down the stairs and was getting further and further away.

An indescribable sadness and frustration suddenly welled up in Olivia's heart, but she also knew that she would never have time to stop.

Just as Igris said, if she were to keep stopping because of these things, she would never be able to catch up with Igris again.

He could never keep her by his side.

"..."

Yes, what's wrong with her? She's so hesitant and dawdling.

How did she, who used to be decisive and capable, become like this?

She recalled the first time she met Igris, and the disdainful look Igris gave her.

Even so, she never questioned whether she truly possessed the ability; she simply said those words to Igris.

"If you think I can't do it, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

If even she herself is questioning herself, then who can choose to believe her?

We need to put in a lot of effort to keep this valuable assistant.

So, Olivia.

"...Keep up the good work."

She started walking and chased after Igris again, following behind her.

And he stood beside her.