She is not an investigator.

Soon, the quiet atmosphere was broken by a slight sound, causing both of them to hold their breath.

The clearly audible footsteps approached rapidly, seemingly running, but at a noticeably slower pace.

Perhaps due to some reason, he was slowed down and was unable to keep up with Igris and the other person's escape route.

However, perhaps still somewhat unwilling, he continued to venture deeper into the alley.

Furthermore, they were getting closer and closer to the corner where Igris and Olivia were hiding.

"..."

As the footsteps approached almost in front of them, Igris tensed up instantly.

Soon, a figure dressed in a black robe passed straight past the two of them. Because the hood obscured most of his vision, he didn't seem to see the two people around the corner, nor did he seem to have any intention of turning around to look around. He just kept moving forward foolishly.

But Igris wouldn't give him that chance again.

"Don't move."

Igris rushed out almost instantly, expertly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her pistol against his waist, and whispered in a low voice close to his hood.

Why are you following us?

"..."

Seeing that he didn't move, Olivia stepped out and, at Igris's nod, removed the hood from his head.

In an instant, long green hair cascaded down, and a stunningly beautiful face appeared before Olivia, causing her to involuntarily furrow her brow.

Beautiful people are common, but in a city like this, it's rare to find someone as beautiful as Igris.

"Are you a witch?"

"A witch?"

Igris didn't know why she was being targeted by a witch, but she didn't hesitate to turn around and slam her against the wall, pressing the pistol in her hand against the witch's head.

"Olivia, move a little further away from here."

After giving Olivia a casual instruction, Igris looked up at the witch in front of her and her exquisite face.

“Miss Witch, I probably need you to answer some of my questions seriously and prove your harmlessness, otherwise I won’t hesitate to put this bullet in your head before any resistance you might have, understand?”

Faced with Igris's questioning and threats, her eyes flickered, carrying a hint of indescribable emotion, and she nodded with a slight tremor.

"Of course...of course, miss...I mean no harm..."

Igris wouldn't believe her claim that she meant no harm. Why would someone with no ill intentions chase them all the way to this alley?

Iglesias felt that Olivia would need to bring a few bodyguards when she went out in the future, otherwise she wouldn't know how to deal with such dangerous situations.

"First, what are you planning to do by following us? To be honest, I don't want to hear lies."

The witch swallowed hard and said hesitantly in a low voice.

“I…I am, um…I am a fan of Miss Olivia.”

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Igris's attempt to feign a fierce expression stiffened slightly. She glanced sideways at Olivia, who was hiding behind her. Olivia shook her head, looking somewhat bewildered, clearly unaware of the situation.

"Yes, I'm a fan of Miss Olivia. She's always been my idol detective, not only beautiful but also talented... I happened to see her from behind on the street, but I'm not sure if it was her... so..."

She pursed her lips and pleaded with Igris in a pitiful manner.

"I'm sorry... I might have startled you, but I really didn't mean any harm..."

"..."

Iglesias still found it hard to believe, after all, she never imagined that Olivia would actually have fans.

Rather... Olivia's agency isn't even in Biyanka, yet she has fans here?

It's unbelievable.

"What's your name?"

"Your name... are you going to tell the police? I've already graduated. I'm not a student at that college, and I didn't skip class. If you call the police, I'll be in big trouble... Please, I beg you..."

"May I have your name!"

Igris pressed the pistol against her head again, causing her to close her eyes and tremble with fear.

Igris felt that the witches all seemed to have something wrong with their brains, including that little mushroom and the guy in front of her. Couldn't they understand what others were saying?

"I...I am called..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and just when Igris wondered if she had spoken but I hadn't heard it, her voice came through clearly.

"My name is Tina."

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“Okay, Tina.”

Igris took a deep breath and turned to look at Olivia.

"These are your fans, you decide how to handle this."

"..."

Olivia walked over somewhat hesitantly, touching her chin and sizing up the witch in front of her. The witch looked at Olivia very sincerely, not at all like she was lying.

Indeed, Olivia didn't expect to have fans, especially in a place like this.

"...Let her go, she didn't mean any harm, did she?"

The most important point is that even though she is a witch, she is still protected by law in this city, so Igris can't really do anything too outrageous to her.

This isn't Morgans. If Igris really killed someone in the street, no police officer would pretend they had sand in their eye and pretend they didn't see it.

"You can leave now, for Olivia's sake."

Igris released the witch in front of her and put away her pistol as well.

But the witch didn't seem to want to leave like that.

"Um... I know this is presumptuous, but could I... walk with you for a little while? I won't bother you! I just... just want to spend a little more time with my idol..."

Tina clasped her hands together and looked at Igris with reverence.

Although Igris didn't know why she was looking at her and asking this question, or why she was asking it even though she knew it was presumptuous, she still turned to look at Olivia.

"No."

Olivia shook her head decisively. She would never agree to such a thing. Even if she was a fan, she would never disturb her and Igris's private space.

Faced with Olivia's decisive answer, Iglesias could only shrug helplessly.

"It looks like it won't work."

"...It's okay, I'll secretly follow you."

Tina nodded, and said with a determined look what made Igris want to shove his pistol into her mouth.

Olivia suddenly realized that this guy was indeed acting strangely and began to consider whether she should call the police.

However, she didn't want to cause any trouble, so she could only nod helplessly.

"Then... let's go together. Anyway, there are plenty of witches in the place we're going to next, aren't there?"

"Of course I don't care, they're not my fans."

Igris had her hands in her pockets, her face practically screaming schadenfreude, which made Olivia glare at her.

Watching the two interact intimately, Tina couldn't help but show a somewhat envious expression.

"So where do we go next?"

"Come to my house."

Igris looked around at the quiet alley and added.

"But before that, it would be better if we left here first."

At least this alley doesn't lead directly to the house that Igris rented.

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The sun was setting, and it was getting late.

The team that originally consisted of two people has unknowingly grown into a team of three.

Tina is a very talkative witch who doesn't seem to particularly reject humans and is even quite willing to communicate with Igris.

Furthermore, she seemed to have a particular fondness for growing flowers, which reminded Igris of quite a few people.

Needless to say, there's Krisuna, the former florist, and Igris's sister even died clutching her own flowers. If we're really going to count, there's also the witch Igris encountered hundreds of years ago who could conjure flowers with her bare hands.

As the dawn and dusk began to glow red, the sounds of their conversation slowly drifted across the perhaps quiet street.

"Witches... always give me a bad feeling. Maybe the name itself has a negative connotation? Who knows? But most of the witches I've met don't seem to be bad."

"Most of them? Did Igris encounter many other witches as well?"

In response to Tina's curious question, Igris gave a soft "hmm" and looked up at the sky above.

The sky at this time of day always reminded her of everything she had experienced on that clock tower.

"Actually, there aren't many, just two. One is still in school. I found her when she secretly ran away. She's childish... but also quite cute. Her name is Sharti."

"And the other one?"

"another…"

Igris's steps slowly came to a stop, and the smile on her face suddenly faded considerably.

Olivia and Tina both stopped and turned to look at Igris, who had suddenly stopped.

Slowly, Igris rubbed her eyes, and the strands of hair at her temples began to sway in the breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Sorry... I got some sand in my eyes."

She forced a smile, quickly caught up with the two of them again, and began to speak casually.

"The other one, her name is Nolan, is a... really stupid girl."

As the sound faded into the distance, the three figures slowly disappeared at the end of the street, their shadows stretching long as the setting sun cast its rays.