She is not an investigator.

"Miss...? Are you angry?"

Olivia then realized that while her tone might not mean much to herself, it could greatly influence the future of these servants.

"No...it's nothing. I just woke up and I'm still a little dazed. It's okay, you go and do your own thing, don't worry about me."

"Yes, miss..."

The maid left anyway. Although Olivia didn't know what her mindset was when she left, she felt that what she had said probably didn't reassure her.

"Ugh…"

This is her home environment. Even though she can relax enough and enjoy her incredibly soft and comfortable bed, she still can't adapt to the atmosphere at home.

Especially when her father was home, Olivia would do almost everything she could to avoid him and avoid communicating with him.

As she pondered this, Olivia walked to her wardrobe.

Although she had missed the best time to find Igris, that didn't mean she would give up on the plan today.

Or rather, this is probably the rarest opportunity she has ever had.

This is Byanka, a city almost entirely unfamiliar to Igris. There are no familiar friends, and no one else who thinks about Igris every day.

This place could definitely be considered the best date spot for the two of them, and they wouldn't even have to worry about being disturbed by others.

However, when this was mentioned, Olivia couldn't help but think of the witch she had met yesterday who claimed to be her fan.

She was certain that she had never seen that guy before, even though it wasn't the first time Olivia had passed through that area, but at least she had never been approached by someone like that.

Although she knew this might be a bit of paranoia, Olivia still had a strange feeling that the guy might not have come for her at all.

At least from her eyes and small gestures, it's clear that she's not as familiar with Olivia as one might think, but rather has some inexplicable feelings for Igris.

And her subsequent actions almost certainly proved this conjecture. In the course of their journey, she almost never spoke a word to Olivia. Instead, she kept chatting with Igris about topics that she didn't even know how to join in on.

This meant their time together yesterday wasn't as pleasant as they'd hoped, but they don't have to worry about that today. Today is a day just for the two of them.

"…come on."

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror, gently pinched her cheek, and nodded vigorously.

In fact, Olivia has always been very confident in her appearance, both in terms of temperament and looks. Although her figure is not particularly stunning, it is still quite well-proportioned. In addition, her family is very wealthy. Olivia believes that with her qualities, no one would be able to refuse her.

Until she met Igris.

Olivia found it hard to describe the feeling she had when she first met Igris. If Ling hadn't introduced her, she would have thought Igris was some kind of angel who had fallen from heaven... Her almost perfect and exquisite appearance even made her lose some of her confidence.

Her quick wit and irresistible charm made Olivia increasingly infatuated, to the point that she could hardly see anything else.

Is this situation good or bad? Olivia had thought about it, or rather, she had been thinking about it all along.

She imagined what it would be like to lose Igris, and what it would be like to truly have her.

After that, she became even more convinced of her idea.

Even if Igris really is some kind of mind-eating demon, Olivia would most likely just want her to eat slowly so she can enjoy the feeling of being eaten a little longer.

Although it feels embarrassing, it really is.

Unfortunately, Igris didn't seem to have any romantic feelings for her. Perhaps because they were the same gender, Igris always preferred to treat her as a friend rather than anything else.

But isn't there an old saying in the East, "Those who are near the water get the moon first"?

Olivia always believed that as long as she could maintain this relationship, she would eventually win Igris's heart.

At least I can keep an eye on her so she doesn't get stolen away by someone else.

The Gods' Fool - Regret: Chapter Twenty-Two, What I Wanted to Steal...

"She seemed to have said she liked this outfit of mine better..."

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror and at the well-fitting black clothes she was wearing, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although it wasn't particularly fancy, it was certainly practical enough, and it was something she often wore when she was a detective, as well as the one she wore when she first met Igris.

Perhaps because Igris was also somewhat nostalgic, she particularly liked Olivia's outfit, or rather... the feeling of wearing it.

Whatever the reason, Olivia felt that Igris deserved to wear this outfit, even though the weather was no longer suitable for her.

But for Igris, she wouldn't be afraid of the cold, and she wouldn't care even if she got sick.

However, the thought of Igris coming back to visit her and take care of her whenever she had the chance after learning about her illness suddenly made Olivia feel a little hopeful.

However, it's better to talk about that later. Right now, the most important thing is to find Igris as soon as possible and ask her to go out with us more often.

It's much bigger than Yanka, at least Olivia thinks, and in the remaining four days, she won't even be able to take Igris to every worthwhile place in the city.

"And so... let's go!"

Olivia wrapped a scarf around her neck and walked out of the room with great interest.

The scarf did seem a bit out of place with her outfit, but it was definitely perfect for this kind of weather.

And the combination of a scarf and a short skirt... is indeed a bit awkward.

But it doesn't matter; between Igris and temperature, one has to be sacrificed.

As for how to choose, Olivia never hesitates.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Tch...that guy can really be ruthless when he gets going."

On a rooftop, Isabella grumbled as she wrapped bandages around her hand.

She did come to the city with Igris, but a little later. After all, she missed Igris's train and couldn't possibly ride on the roof and run with her all the way here, so she could only wait for the next one.

As she stopped moving, Isabella forcefully tore the bandage off her hand with her teeth, tied it into a not-too-obstructive knot, and then slowly stood up from the roof.

Byanka was no longer a stranger to her; in fact, it was far more welcoming than Molkens.

“Wealthy merchants…nobles, and witches.”

The majority of people in this city are not the poor, but these three groups.

Isabella had almost forgotten how many things she had stolen here. The worst time was when the whole city was under martial law and wanted by the police. The local police and some private agencies were all trying to catch her, and the army, which was supposed to be passing by, even joined in after they found out.

Of course, she wasn't caught; very few people have actually caught her since she started this line of work.

If I had to name one, Alex would probably be one, but she turned herself in voluntarily, even though she ran away after learning that Igris was still alive.

But at least it counts as one.

"call…"

The thought of this made Isabella want to laugh.

A dagger flew up and down with the movement of her hand, while her gaze was fixed on a particularly conspicuous, ancient and magnificent building in the distance.

That was a witch's academy. Isabella had never been inside, but Igris lived nearby and knew about it.

When she first learned that Igris was dead, she didn't know how to describe her feelings.

After all, she had long regarded Igris as her nemesis, and that feeling of being destined rivals was indeed fascinating to her.

A phantom thief and a detective? A perfect combination.

So much so that she didn't even dare to look at the wreckage on the battlefield.

Igris was eaten; half of her body was gone.

That's what she heard, but she didn't see it because she dared not look.

She could perhaps argue that Igris had no reason to play the hero, and that even if she died, it was her own fault.

But she didn't, she didn't even say a word.

She acted as if she didn't know Igris was dead, continuing to do her own thing, talking her own thing, and thinking about where to steal next.

But she knew it in the end, and she couldn't help but think about it.

Perhaps others feel the same way? Isabella didn't understand, but she knew that, to her, Igris was clearly more than just a nemesis.

Igris entered her world, and then left, and her departure was sudden and cruel.

she cried.

That was the first time she had shed tears for someone else, and she thought it would be the last time.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she couldn't help but climb the clock tower, appear beside Alex, and say the words she thought she would never say in her life.

"I want to turn myself in."

She didn't know what it meant; perhaps it was the emptiness caused by the sudden disappearance of what she wanted to strive for that swallowed up the rest of her life.

But she did it anyway.

But she is still alive.

She appeared in front of her office with a smile on her face, greeting the flies buzzing around her.

…Sorry, I shouldn't have said flies, but Isabella really felt that way. Their noise was annoying, and talking to Igris was irritating.

In short, she didn't die.

So, Isabella is still alive.

Her sun has risen again, and under such light, the shadows that follow her should not simply vanish.

Isabella had already said that she would follow Igris forever, stealing everything she cherished, until Igris begged for mercy.

But now, it's probably no use for her to beg for mercy.

She had made up her mind to steal what was most important to Igris.

"...That is, your life."

She slowly stood up, headed towards the academy, towards Igris's residence, and leaped off the roof, disappearing into the quiet alley without a trace.

At the same time, a deep, muffled bell rang out.

That's the bell in the academy. When the bell rings, it means that most of the little witches' classes for the month have come to an end.

The rest of the time is their free time. The witch academy will also open its gates during this time, allowing the little witches to go to the city to do what they want and buy what they need.

Of course, naturally, during this time, the police officers maintaining order will likely be busy resolving and preventing any potential conflicts between humans and witches, in order to ensure everyone is happy.

Except for a little witch who was punished for skipping school and was forced to continue attending classes without a holiday.