She is not an investigator.

After hesitating for a moment, Isabella picked up the vase that was placed to the side, intending to smash it if she found anything wrong when she opened the door, and then run away.

Although it sounds a bit hasty, if she really wants to escape, there probably isn't much that can stop her.

"call…"

She took a deep breath, gently pressed her fingers on the doorknob, and slowly pushed it down.

Then he suddenly yanked it away!

"Waaah...!"

With a strange gasp, a figure suddenly collapsed into her room and lay on the floor.

Her blonde hair was disheveled, her skin was pale as if it had lost all color, and she was soaking wet, probably because she had just been pulled out of the water.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Isabella put down the vase in her hand and exclaimed in surprise.

"Igris...?"

Yes, it's Igris.

She traveled hundreds of kilometers from the far Arctic and somehow arrived in the western city of Byanka.

She was very weak, so weak that she couldn't even move her body. She was conscious, but seemed confused.

No one knows how she got here, why she came here, or what happened to her.

But right now, she looks really bad.

"Waaah... Isabella..."

"...?! You, how did you know I lived here...? No, what's wrong with you...?"

panic.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Isabella never thought she would see Igris again.

After all, according to her plan, Isabella would leave forever and never look for Igris again, so that Igris would not be able to find her, and they would eventually never see each other again.

This was her plan; she had even made up her mind and was ready to start implementing it tomorrow.

However, that very evening, Igris appeared at her doorstep, completely incoherent and soaking wet.

Who played this prank? It's outrageous!

"I...I'm sorry..."

"What...what apology...I don't remember any of those things, and they don't matter anymore. Are you alright...?"

"Ugh..."

"No, don't cry!"

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"...I'm sorry...besides you, I don't know who else to turn to..."

"..."

heart.

Whether it was because of her frail appearance or her statement that she didn't know who to turn to.

She rarely saw Igris like this; after all, in her memory, Igris was either frighteningly fierce or like a little devil who always liked to make sarcastic remarks.

What's with this pet-like visual effect?

heart.

"Ahem... Well, even if you say that, we still have conflicts, remember? You shouldn't have come to me."

Even if she was tempted, she couldn't just forget what she had just said at this moment.

For example, 〦j〧iu@?铃溜? is Nierba bravely saying no.

"...Did I... bother you? I'm sorry... I'll be leaving now..."

Igris struggled to her feet, her body weak, but her legs gave way. She could only crawl outside, supporting herself with her hands and without looking back.

“Igris…”

"I was planning to find an opportunity to apologize to you properly... I'm so sorry to bother you so abruptly."

Finally, she crawled to the door, turned her head, and gave a weak, apologetic smile.

Then, he took the initiative to close the door.

"and many more--!"

Snapped--!

The door, which was about to close, was suddenly stopped, and Igris froze in place, looking helplessly at the silent Isabella.

"Ahhh! It really is! My life is ruined because of you! Don't move!"

Isabella quickly came to her, forcefully picked her up, and swiftly walked into the room, not forgetting to close the door behind her with her foot.

Igris didn't move around, but the main reason was that she couldn't move around now.

She finally stopped moving when Isabella threw her onto the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed with a frustrated look on her face.

Her plans were completely ruined, and she was destined to never be able to break free from this blond-haired man.

"Thanks…"

"Don't thank me, I don't need your thanks... I just felt sorry for you, don't misunderstand."

What a perfect example of an arrogant and haughty person.

It was so perfect that even Igris couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop laughing! And why are you here? Didn't you leave this city? I even made a special inquiry."

Isabella had already received the news the day Igris left, which is one of the reasons why she wasn't in a hurry to leave.

After all, she's gone, so it wouldn't be a big deal if Isabella stayed here.

“I…did leave…I went to the Arctic.”

"Ha, the Arctic, you really have the mood. I remember you were very afraid of the cold. Why go to a place like that to torture yourself?"

"..."

Igris remained silent, simply bowing her head.

Isabella suddenly felt something was wrong. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or because of Igris's disheveled appearance, but Isabella couldn't help feeling... a little sorry for her.

Add to that her fragility.

"...I, I didn't mean that. What I meant was, why do you want to go to the Arctic? You're obviously very afraid of the cold."

Her attitude improved a lot. I don't know if it was because she couldn't bear to see her looking so wronged, or simply because she was afraid she would cry in her bed.

“I was sick…very sick. Constantine told me that I could be cured there, so I went, and then…”

"You're always like this! You blindly believe the lies of strangers, and now you've gotten yourself into this state, you..."

Isabella interrupted Igris, and Igris, amidst Isabella's reproach, silently raised her head and looked into Isabella's eyes.

"...Sorry, please continue."

"...We did encounter danger there, and afterwards...I was transformed into what I am now by some strange beings...and sent back here. As for why here, I have no idea."

Isabella nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Your experience is truly bizarre and unbelievable... So, what are you going to do now?"

"I want to go back."

"go back…?"

“Go back to Frostville, go back there.”

After saying that, she looked at Isabella and waited quietly for her reply.

Looking into Igris's eyes, Isabella understood something and suddenly stood up from the bed.

"Wait, you don't mean you want me to take you back, do you?"

Please…

"It's no use begging me. I can't agree to this. Frostville is too far from here, and I can't take you there either. The route there has been completely blocked due to the blizzard."

Finally, she said no to Igris. It was a small step for her, but a giant leap for her to realize her dream.

"And why did you go back? Your illness... isn't cured yet?"

“I no longer need treatment, but… my friends are still there, and they might be in danger now…”

"Hmph—friend."

Isabella couldn't help but let out a long, nasal sound as she asked, feigning nonchalance.

How many people?

"Hmm... five, I guess."

As for why there were five, it was probably because she wasn't entirely certain about the complexities involved. The only thing she was certain of was that these five people definitely existed.

"...Forget it, besides, there's no point in telling me all this. I'm not Superman, there's no way I can take you to a city thousands of miles away where even the roads are blocked."

In this situation, it was truly a case of being willing but unable to do anything, especially since Isabella hadn't originally intended to get involved in the matter.

She just felt sorry for Igris and didn't want to see her crawling on the ground like that.

"But…"

"No buts. What, if you really have the energy, get out of bed now and figure out how to get back yourself."

Igris remained silent for a moment, then quietly shifted her body, seemingly preparing to get out of bed.

The result was undoubtedly that she would be thrown very badly, so Isabella simply threw her back silently and neatly wrapped her in a blanket.

"Alright, get some rest. We'll talk about it when you're fully recovered. As for going back, don't even think about it. It's impossible."

"Ugh..."

"Tears won't work on me. And so, I'm leaving."