She is not an investigator.

Igris fell silent, and Constantine didn't continue speaking either, simply standing quietly and looking at Igris.

After a long pause, Igris took a deep breath and forced herself to stay alert.

Constantine is right. She has to find a solution, otherwise she will eventually die from the suffocation caused by her health.

If that's the case, then Igris might as well go back to the sea now, find someone to fight, and then die in the sea.

"I will go after I have taken care of everything."

"They are in the north, in a place even further north than the north."

Constantine nodded and continued earnestly.

"If you've made up your mind, I'll show you the way."

"unnecessary."

Igris cannot travel with anyone; she needs to isolate herself and avoid hurting anyone as much as possible.

But Constantine didn't think so, or rather, his plan never actually included Igris from the beginning.

“I know how uncertain your situation is. You may need my help, but my help cannot last long. We will eventually part ways before the final destination, but before that, allow me to do my last bit of help.”

"..."

"Now, please allow me to walk with you."

Igris looked at Constantine and took a deep breath.

"...So who are the people I'm looking for?"

"They are...the people closest to the truth of this world."

The Gods' Fool - Regret: Chapter Thirty-Seven, A Hasty Ending

The next day at the museum, the second-floor exhibition hall, which should have been nearly empty, was unexpectedly crowded with a large group of people.

William, Olivia's uncle, was also standing in the second-floor exhibition hall, in front of his collection.

“I swear, I was just worried, so I was going to have my men go in and switch the bone flutes inside. That way, even if everything else was lost, I would at least keep one… The rest really had nothing to do with me.”

At this point, a special investigation officer next to him shook his head, interrupting him before he could finish speaking.

“We need to take these things away for a while to investigate. As for their safety, you don’t need to worry. No one can steal these things from us. I heard about the phantom thief’s advance notice. In two days, they will be returned to you intact.”

"Well... okay then."

William was reluctant to agree, but he also didn't want to confront the Special Investigations officers directly. To put it bluntly, no matter how important the collection was, it wasn't as important as him. If he were taken away for obstructing the investigation, the real loss would be far greater than a few antiques.

"Don't worry, Uncle, they can protect these things... but there are still some things I don't understand."

Olivia moved closer to William and asked in a low voice.

"If you're really not comfortable with this plan, then why choose to replace this bone flute instead of other artifacts? As far as I know, the most valuable item here doesn't seem to be it."

"It doesn't matter. These things are all the same to me. They are my most precious treasures. I would be heartbroken if I lost any of them."

William stroked his beard, then continued to ask Olivia.

"And... what about your assistant? Or have you finally given up on being a detective? It's not that I don't support you, but you can't treat it as your job, and besides, your skills..."

"Hey hey hey! What's wrong with my skill level! Uncle, you're being a bit hurtful."

William chuckled and shook his head, saying nothing more, watching the Special Investigations team take the three collectibles away.

"Alright, now that the collection has been taken away, we don't need to guard this place anymore. No matter how skilled that phantom thief is, he wouldn't dare to steal their things. It seems that the notice letter is now completely useless."

William seemed relaxed, perhaps because he had solved a major problem, and even stretched, looking almost ten years younger.

But at that moment, Igris slowly walked into the museum and stood beside Olivia.

"Oh, assistant, I thought you had already resigned. We no longer need your help here. The collection has been taken away and is being properly protected."

William even had the mood to joke with Igris, but Igris wasn't in the mood for that.

She came here, of course, because she had her own things to do.

"Uncle, what do you think will happen if the Special Investigations Unit discovers that someone has deceived them?"

Olivia slowly stepped forward, gracefully placing her hands behind her back, and walked around William.

William's smile suddenly froze. He looked at Olivia walking around, and his eyes twitched involuntarily.

"…What do you mean."

"I mean... what if they knew that what you gave them was actually a fake..."

Olivia snapped her fingers, and Igris, who had been by her side, tossed a black card to William.

William stared blankly at the card that Igris had thrown at him, on which only a few words were clearly written.

[Countdown: Two days.]

"you…"

"I sent the announcement."

Another card appeared between Igris's fingers, which she gently waved in front of William.

“There was no phantom thief at all, it was just a show, a drama I tried to put on Olivia to give her the fame she deserved. I also put the card in the secret room, and everything was part of my plan.”

"you!"

"Shhh."

Olivia suddenly interrupted William's angry glare, stepping in front of Igris to block his view.

"Let her finish speaking."

"...However, some unexpected things happened during this process. Your collection is not so normal that it has attracted even more attention that should not be attracted. So now, the detective game is over."

Igris slowly walked to the edge of the glass curtain wall on the second floor of the museum. Under William's gaze, a package suddenly fell from the sky.

The dome, which should have been completely sealed, had an opening that appeared at some point, yet no one noticed.

Igris opened the package and presented all the items inside to William.

“You hid it very well. These things are indeed hard for ordinary people to find. I didn’t even expect that after such a big incident, you would still dare to keep the bone flute in your home without fear of getting into trouble… But now they are all here. Come and talk to me about terms.”

Having said all that, Igris closed the package again to avoid seeing anything she shouldn't and causing any further problems, then tossed it to Olivia.

Olivia took the package, waved it gently in front of William, and narrowed her eyes slightly, like a cat plotting some mischievous idea.

"Uncle, you don't want everyone to know...you're still keeping these things hidden, aren't you?"

“Olivia… what do you want to do? I… I’m your uncle… you can’t…”

"It's actually very simple."

Olivia interrupted William to avoid any strange ambiguity, shaking the object in her hand as she spoke.

“I have dirt on you. I can give it back to you and keep it to myself, not telling the Special Investigations Department what you did. But in return, you have to put in a good word for me with my father, at least… make him stop pressuring me to get married.”

"That's...that's it?"

"that's it."

Olivia glanced furtively at Igris beside her, and seeing that she didn't react, she continued to add.

"And... tell them a little something about Igris?"

William blinked, glanced at the silent Igris, then at Olivia who kept stealing glances at Igris, and suddenly understood something.

"No problem! These are minor issues. I would have supported you even if you hadn't said anything! Don't worry about your family; I'll explain to them."

That would be ideal.

Igris should have taken these things and reported them to the Special Investigations Department, but before that, she had to consider something else.

Olivia will leave this place, and those things will probably be sealed away completely. After everything is over, Olivia's agency will never be open again.

She must have her own...ability and help to fight against her family.

It was ridiculous, but it was the last thing Igris could do.

And Olivia understood this better than anyone else.

The Gods' Folly - Regret: Chapter Thirty-Eight, Has Your Raven Gone Again?

The case ended in a playful manner. There was no phantom thief in the first place; it was just a prank that Igris played on a whim, imitating the phantom thief.

The prank was a complete failure, so much so that almost no one was happy.

Perhaps? This allowed Olivia to alleviate some of the pressure from her family, but she didn't seem happy enough because of Igris' impending departure.

As for Igris… needless to say.

That flute nearly killed her and made her never want to go near any antiques again.

The performance, which was supposed to last seven days, was abruptly ended on the second day.

If she could, Igris would love to play this detective game to the very end, but it seems that she doesn't have that much time left.

If all goes well, she will probably leave here by car tomorrow morning, leaving Byanka, the city she has been in for less than a week.

If the plan is fine.

……

Nighttime, on the eaves of a rooftop in a corner of a street near the Witch Academy.

Isabella sat there, enjoying the cold wind that had nothing to do with comfort, letting her long, dark red hair fall freely in the air.

She was trying to clear her head, but the scar on her neck still made her recall that night, and she squinted slightly.

This way, she could appear not particularly sad, even though there was no one else around, but that didn't mean no one would come later.

She was gambling that some guy she had driven away would still come back to her and have one last chat with her.

Actually, she didn't know if anyone would come, but... probably they would.

If nothing unexpected happens.

……

"Sharty? Sharty—come here quickly."

"What's wrong... You've called me four times today, isn't it annoying...?"