She is not an investigator.

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"Even at night, in the early morning, for most of the time, there are pedestrians on the streets of this city, and even near the museum."

“If we really want to capture him, it’s obviously not enough for us to do it alone, but we can distribute this task among everyone to help.”

No one is really going to specifically look after this museum from morning till night.

But there will always be people who want to try their luck and see if the museum has been robbed or is being stolen.

"This kind of thing... is unimaginable!"

William didn't think those people would help him, and of course, they didn't.

But if he's willing to pay a small price for it, then everyone would be happy to take a look.

Even, would you actively help catch the thief?

"In short, Mr. William, the rest is quite simple. Cancel all museum maintenance staff, keep only the guards on the perimeter, and prohibit anyone from entering the museum. I will only enter daily to check on the specific situation inside. What do you think?"

As for why it was Igris, it's because she doesn't trust others much, and she believes that with her observational skills, if anything unusual happens in the building, she can discover it immediately and take action.

Even if she were to actually run into that phantom thief, Igris could easily subdue him without fear of danger.

William remained skeptical of Igris's suggestion, but for Olivia's sake, he nodded in agreement.

"Then let's do it this way... I'll have everything ready by tomorrow, and I'll need your help to look after things then."

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. William."

William waved and left the police station, looking hurried, probably genuinely worried about his precious belongings.

After watching her uncle leave, Olivia turned to look at Igris.

“There’s a lot of risk in doing this. I know it’s not good to say this, but your uncle really values ​​those things. He has a good impression of you… I hope you won’t let him down.”

Actually, Olivia also had her own little selfish motives. If Igris could really be of great help in this matter, even if she was nominally her assistant, Olivia could spread her reputation and also gain higher regard for Igris among her family.

If possible, she really hoped that Igris could gain the approval of her family, at least in some special situations, it would be easier to do things that way.

"Of course not, I am confident in the decisions I have made."

Igris stretched nonchalantly, but then turned her head and secretly glanced at Olivia.

Olivia noticed her gaze and tilted her head in curiosity as well.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I was just thinking that you probably don't need to go along with what I'm saying. That way, if something unexpected happens, at least you can blame me, or simply stop Mr. William from choosing my obviously unreliable plan."

But Olivia chose to support Iglesias, which is one of the reasons why he agreed to the plan.

"But why should I do that?"

"To... avoid getting into any trouble?"

What are you talking about?

Olivia gave Igris a reproachful look, her brows furrowing slightly.

"The trouble you get into is the same trouble I get into. Remember? You're mine."

Igris shrugged and said nothing more.

Having such a boss who values ​​her, Iglesias didn't even know whether to call it a good thing or a bad thing.

"So, would it be convenient for us to take a walk together now? Considering I helped you?"

"...With pleasure, Miss Detective."

Igris tugged at her collar and smiled shyly.

The Gods' Folly - Regret: Chapter Fourteen, Here It's Just You and Me

Strolling along the streets in the afternoon, Igris walked slowly with her hands behind her back, following Olivia's footsteps.

She walked aimlessly forward, bathed in the bright sunlight, occasionally glancing sideways to steal a look at Igris behind her.

She never noticed, and naturally could not know, how dazzling and radiant she appeared in the sunlight in Olivia's eyes.

She reluctantly looked away, afraid that Igris would notice her prying gaze, afraid that she would see the unease in her expression and the panic in her heart.

Slowly, she stopped walking, stopped on the side of the street, and stopped in front of a shop.

Igris's steps also slowed down, and she raised her head slightly to look at the shop in front of Olivia.

There is no name, no guests, and not even any sign that it is in operation.

But Olivia slowly turned her head and waved to Igris.

"Come on, let me treat you to something delicious."

Her cheeks were hidden in the shadows of the shop, but Igris could see them clearly, the faint blush on them.

She was trying her best to cover up her lapse in composure, and Igris, in turn, didn't want to expose her.

Everyone has their own worries, and this delicate balance probably doesn't need to be broken by anyone.

“I hope… you’re not the one cooking here.”

Igris looked at the shop, which didn't look like a restaurant at all, especially since there wasn't a single customer, and felt extremely suspicious.

Although what Igris said was indeed a bit hurtful at first glance, once Olivia knew what her true level was, she could only think that Igris was quite afraid of dying.

After all, her cooking skills have recently made new breakthroughs, to the point that she's now hesitant to eat the food she makes herself.

"...This is my family's shop, but it hasn't officially opened yet. It will probably open in about seven days? The food is very good. I brought you here to try it in advance."

This is typical of young ladies. While others go to restaurants based on their taste and affordability, she always considers whether she knows any chefs in the city.

After all, someone she can remember is probably not an ordinary person.

"Do you have meat?"

Igris never forgot her greatest hobby.

I used to have two hobbies, but now I only have this one.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

Olivia is the kind of person who even thinks about whether Igris will like it when cutting steak at a banquet, so how could she possibly forget her preferences?

As Olivia pushed open the shop door, a faint, melodious piano melody drifted out, and Igris followed her into the seemingly ordinary shop.

As the door closed, in the dim light, a waiter in a black and white uniform walked towards her, bowed to Igris with practiced ease, and pulled out a chair, gesturing for her to sit down.

Igris had just sat down and hadn't even realized what was happening when a menu that looked very expensive was placed in front of her. The waiter then stood beside her, holding a pen and a booklet, and politely asked in a low voice.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?"

His voice was low, but clear enough to be heard clearly, not drowned out by the faint background piano music. It was not only exceptionally gentle, but it even gave Igris goosebumps.

She looked at the menu somewhat bewildered, and finally simply tossed it to Olivia, who was sitting opposite her.

"You order... I don't understand."

It wasn't that she couldn't understand what was written on it, but she had some difficulty understanding the special terms used for some of the dishes.

So it's better to just leave this matter to Olivia. Anyway, she knows Igris's tastes and won't order anything she doesn't like.

Seeing this, Olivia took the menu, pointed to a few names, and waved to signal the waiter to prepare it.

He nodded and quickly left, choosing not to disturb Igris and Olivia any further.

Only after watching him leave did Olivia lift her chin and look with interest at the uncomfortable Igris.

"How was it? I brought you here not only to let you experience the taste of this place, but also to let you feel the level of service and see if there are any problems."

The shop is about to open to the public, and Igor is the first customer here, so her reaction is especially important.

"I don't think you should have brought me to the test."

Igris shook her head and adjusted her posture uncomfortably.

"I'm not really comfortable in this kind of setting... You know, my favorite place is a fast food restaurant."

"So you mean?"

"Everything is fine... but this kind of store is definitely not something an ordinary person like me can afford, so my opinion isn't that important, is it?"

Igris sighed and rested her chin on the table, feeling somewhat helpless.

"I just want to eat... I would feel so awkward eating in a place like this."

"No one will be watching you. They will leave after providing the food. Just ring the bell again if you need anything else."

Olivia tapped a button on the table with her finger, and raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at Igris sprawled on the table.

"In other words, it's just you and me here."

"…oh."

Igris unconsciously sat up straight, silently placing her hands on her knees, becoming much more obedient.

Igris didn't know why she was being so timid, but she had a feeling that she smelled something strange.

A sense of danger.

"Besides, you are my assistant."

Olivia placed both hands on the table at the same time, her fingers intertwined to support her chin.

"You've realized long ago that I'm no ordinary person, haven't you? In that case, you should have been prepared to move up to the upper echelons of society. I don't want my assistant to embarrass me, understand?"

"…it is good."

Igris smoothed her hair and silently looked down at her legs.

For some reason, she felt that Olivia looked a little scary today.

Perhaps she hasn't fully recovered from the aftereffects? Or has it recurred?

I wonder if there are any good psychologists in this city.

Just then, the waiter pushed a food cart slowly over and placed the metal plates on the table.

Please enjoy your meal.

"Thank you."