She is not an investigator.

After confirming that he had left, Olivia, disregarding her own wounds, tried to break down Igris's door to check on her condition.

And so... she was caught by Isabella, who fell from the sky.

The Gods' Fool's Play - Regret: Chapter Twenty-Seven, An Alternative Clash

"So you mean you only chose to break down her door to protect her?"

"Of course...and what about you?"

Isabella shrugged and said matter-of-factly.

“I was just wandering around nearby when I noticed that there seemed to be fewer police officers in the area. I was wondering what was going on when I heard your gunshot and rushed over.”

In other words…

Olivia frowned, looked at Isabella in front of her, and asked somewhat uncertainly.

"You are…"

"hero."

Isabella shamelessly uttered such words, but Olivia was not joking at the moment.

"So why did you bring me here? Igris might need help, and I have to go find her."

"Listen to me... don't go. In this situation, we just need to stay at her door and prevent that crazy guy from suddenly breaking into her house. She can't take any more shocks anymore, understand?"

This is what Isabella is really worried about. Indeed, danger is spreading and roaming in this neighborhood, but that's not something Igris should be thinking about. The real responsibility for the deaths of those police officers lies with the Special Investigations Unit, the officers' superiors, and the murderer, not Igris.

All she had to do was lie peacefully at home, enjoy the night, and read the headlines in the newspapers about the murderer being caught.

"...You, you seem to care about Igris a lot too."

Olivia spoke hesitantly, while Isabella made no attempt to hide anything.

Or rather, she never intended to hide it.

"To be honest, I know you, Igris's boss, the owner of that firm... How much do you pay her? Never mind, that's not important. What's important is..."

Isabella suddenly pressed her dagger against Olivia's neck, looking down at her.

“She is now my prey. No matter who you are or what you think, you are getting too close. This is a threat, yes, a threat. If you don’t try to stay away from her, I won’t mind letting some dear young lady die in the street by accident.”

Her expression said it all; she wasn't joking, nor was she discussing it.

That's just the kind of person she is. If someone sets their sights on her things, that person will become her enemy, and she will never show mercy to her enemies.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not joking."

Olivia looked at the dagger pressed against her neck and answered calmly.

"Of course you can do that, use your violence to wipe out all the relationships around her, make her lonely, make her alienated by everyone, and only you become her sole source of emotional support."

Isabella looked at Olivia with a strange gaze. She hadn't really thought that much about it; she just simply didn't like Olivia. But since Olivia had said that, Isabella would seem inferior to her if she didn't do the same.

"But I won't do that."

"?"

“Igris is free, and I will not restrict her from doing anything. Even if she really chooses to entrust the rest of her life to someone who is completely incompatible with me, I will only wish them well.”

She glanced at Isabella in front of her, the implication being obvious.

Isabella didn't know how to answer, or whether she should refute, but the grip on the dagger relaxed considerably.

"So, do you think you can do it? Or are you determined to rely on these despicable methods to gain her trust?"

"What? I don't need that. I mean... I don't actually have those kinds of feelings for her."

Well, Isabella couldn't explain it either, but in this situation, it seems pointless to explain it or not.

Now, more importantly, she cannot afford to lose, at least when facing Olivia.

So she put down the dagger in her hand and released Olivia.

"You detectives always have a sharp tongue."

"I would much rather it was Igris who said such ambiguous things to me..."

Olivia sighed, and they both exchanged a glance with Isabella in front of them.

"What do we do next? Call the police, or go back and stay there?"

Olivia thought for a moment and then made her decision.

"You stay here and keep watch, I'll go call the police."

It wouldn't really matter who went, but Olivia felt that Isabella was probably better than her, so having her guard Igris would give her some peace of mind.

Isabella also agreed with this idea.

After all, if she were to report it to the police, she would be the first person they arrest, and her arrest warrant hasn't been issued yet.

After the two of them agreed and walked out of the alley, the slightly ajar door in front of them made their hearts sink again.

The door opened.

Moreover, the door wasn't locked.

Iglesias has a good habit of locking the door when she leaves, and Olivia, as her boss, obviously knows this.

Isabella didn't hesitate and rushed into the room. Looking at the darkness in front of her, she visibly panicked.

"She's not here! She's not here! Something might have happened to her, or she might have gone somewhere!"

This was the first time Isabella had ever felt so panicked. The last time she felt this way was probably when she mistakenly thought Igris was dead.

"I'll go call the police... You, you search the neighborhood first, whatever you do, she can't be in any danger!"

Without hesitation, Olivia turned and headed toward the nearest police station.

Isabella never needed reminders. She scrambled onto the roof and quickly scanned every lit street corner with her limited vision, searching for any trace of Igris. But she found nothing.

"Damn it... why is that guy running around like that...! Doesn't he know his own condition...!"

Isabella was furious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only continue searching through the rooftops, trying to find the silly golden retriever that had disappeared somewhere.

At this moment, Igris, who had been following the scent of blood, slowly stopped and looked in the direction in front of her.

"..."

She stopped walking, but the growing hunger and unease made her take another step.

Before her stood the Witch Academy, but the gates were open, not locked as usual.

However, just as Igris took a step and stepped onto the ground inside the academy, a strong sensation made her subconsciously stop.

And in the next moment, a vine quickly appeared where she had just appeared, piling up in a heap.

"Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Just because the door is open doesn't mean you can come in, understand?"

A figure slowly walked over, her distinctive witch's uniform indicating her identity, but she looked different from most of the students.

"I'm the gatekeeper here. What do you need?"

"...I'm hungry."

She raised an eyebrow and waved her hand impatiently.

"This is a witch's academy, not a dining hall. Go beg for food elsewhere..."

Before she could finish speaking, Igris suddenly raised her pistol and pulled the trigger.

The sound of gears turning echoed in the night, accompanied by the whirring of bullets, and swiftly shot towards the witch in front of her.

The Gods' Folly - Regret: Chapter Twenty-Eight, Yearning

Inside the police station, even though it was evening, a considerable number of people had gathered.

Located near the academy, this police station focuses on maintaining order between witches and humans, so its personnel and weaponry are significantly better than those in other areas.

Although there are still no real witches among the staff, this area is considered a key area they guard in order to prepare for special situations, such as witch riots.

Olivia had barely walked in for two seconds when the crowd surrounding her dispersed and turned to look at her.

Perhaps those people weren't in a hurry, or perhaps Olivia's condition seemed serious enough.

Olivia noticed that all of these people were women, and very beautiful. Although they were not wearing witch academy uniforms, they were most likely all witches.

Why are so many witches gathered here? At this time of day, even though the school lockdown has ended, they should logically be back in their residences preparing to rest.

While Olivia was slightly stunned, a police officer also came over and frowned deeply when he saw Olivia's injured arm.

"Miss Olivia, are you injured?"

Yes, even in such an area, an ordinary police officer would still recognize Olivia and know her background.

But that wasn't something Olivia needed to worry about; she simply put her arms behind her back, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes.

"Are you all alone here? Listen... I don't know what happened, but I've been caught in a terrorist attack. He killed many people in this area, and my friends are missing. I need your help."

"Terrorist attack... Don't panic, our people are already on the move."

The officer didn't seem as anxious as one might expect. As he said, they always detect threats before the general public, regardless of the situation.

The witches here are the best proof.

"Sir...! When can we go back?"

A young witch who looked visibly nervous raised her hand and timidly glanced at the only police officer present.

She was supposed to return to the academy, but she forgot the time and it was already quite late when she got back. After passing through a street, she was brought here directly by the police officers.

"Don't be afraid, it won't be long."

They haven't caught the guy yet, but they clearly know of his existence and are trying to minimize any harm to the little witches on their way back by gathering them here.

To be honest, Olivia saw no hope at all. She had always had a lot of complaints about this ridiculous level of security management. After all, if she hadn't been carrying a weapon and if there hadn't been other people around, Olivia might have become one of the victims.

This is probably why her uncle, even in a big city like Byanca, was still reluctant to let her leave the bustling city center and go to such a relatively remote place.

It's the same city, but the security and handling methods are completely different. Olivia believes that if such a heinous crime had occurred on Central Avenue, she wouldn't even have seen a face of the murderer.

Otherwise, those responsible for local security will face accountability from various powerful families.

It's okay, I will now, after all, Olivia is no ordinary person.