She is not an investigator.

"Um, Ms. Momokawa?"

"Well, what happened?"

Sharti, unusually, took the initiative to speak, blinking curiously as she asked.

"Are you... a witch?"

"No, I am just an ordinary human being."

Momokawa shook his head and said with some regret.

"If I could, I would also like to have my own witchcraft, just like you."

"Oh, I see..."

Sharti quieted down. The reason she asked the question was actually quite simple, just as she had thought countless times that Igris was also a witch.

They were all so beautiful it was almost unreal.

So, have you found what you need?

Igris pulled Momokawa to sit on the sofa, while Isabella tactfully made way for her and sat down on a chair nearby with a somewhat resentful expression.

“I went to the place you mentioned. The people there were very friendly and willing to help me find the answers. Unfortunately, although I learned more information, it was very limited.”

As she spoke, she took out her own notebook and handed the delicate handwriting on it to Igris.

"The Church of Pain is a primitive belief that can be traced back a thousand years. It symbolizes the spread of pain and disaster and is a veritable cult that has had a profound impact on humanity."

"A thousand years ago...?"

This continent a thousand years ago was probably millions of times more chaotic than it is now, and yet, in that era, it already possessed such destructive organizations.

"Also... the Church of Pain last appeared 600 years ago. For some special reasons, their organization and beliefs seem to have been completely destroyed, with not many relics left."

At this point, Momokawa looked around and finally whispered in Igris's ear.

"The professor told me that although the records did not contain any information and were not allowed to be recorded, the entity that led the Church of Suffering to its destruction called itself the Time Administration Bureau."

"...I see."

Igris rubbed her ears, trying to appear calm, and continued reading the rest of the notes.

Momokawa continued reading as well.

"After the witch hunt ended, the investigation into the source of the plague was eventually focused on the Church of Pain. Since then, the Church of Pain has become an evil organization that everyone hates, making it difficult for the name to appear in the public eye."

Snapped--

Momokawa closed his notebook and said with a serious expression.

"It was a group of guys who were almost all dead, but I still managed to run into them."

"...I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky."

A bizarre stage play – The Book of Secrets: Chapter Thirteen, The Mysterious Ancient Tome

"Of course, I gained more than just these things from this trip. The professor also told me that because of the problem of faith discontinuity, the Church of Suffering has no chance of being reorganized at present. In other words, the person in the world who is most likely to reorganize this church is actually me."

Momokawa crossed his arms, shook his head, and continued speaking.

"So, this church probably won't exist anymore, and no one can restore what they believe in... It's just a pity that my problems are still unresolved, and those things still can't help but approach me."

This is actually why she has been seeking answers all along: she wants to live a relatively normal and peaceful life, instead of always inexplicably attracting all sorts of dangerous hostility no matter where she goes.

She even felt that being tied up by Isabella was caused by this.

"However, since the trail has gone cold, there's nothing I can do about it anymore. I can only let things take their course... That's why I came to find you."

"so…?"

Igris didn't understand the connection, after all, Igris couldn't help deal with the abnormalities in her body, and it wouldn't make a difference if she came to her.

“Igris, you are my best friend, and my only friend.”

Momokawa suddenly grabbed her shoulder and said seriously. Igris subconsciously moved back and could only nod in agreement.

"So...can you adopt me?"

"?"

"what?"

Compared to Igris's confusion, Isabella's reaction was much stronger.

It probably started when they began to touch each other inappropriately, and Isabella, upon hearing this, finally couldn't hold back and pulled the two apart.

"Wait a minute, don't you think you're going a bit too far? You're just friends, she doesn't have to be responsible for your life, does she? As an adult, can't you even live on your own?"

Momokawa frowned, looking at Igris with some displeasure.

In her mind, the discussion should be between Igris and herself, and had nothing to do with Isabella, so she shouldn't interrupt their conversation.

But as Igris's friend, Momokawa didn't want to say anything too harsh to Isabella.

"Alright, Isabella... It's okay, you just can't understand what she's saying."

Igris pushed Isabella aside and then took Momokawa's hand.

"Are you saying that you're running out of money and have to stay with me for a while, is that right?"

"Yes."

She nodded and took out her empty wallet.

Just like when she left, her life was always quite frugal, because she was always traveling to different cities and had much less time to work, so it was almost impossible for her to save any money.

After all, not everyone is like Igris, with countless wealthy women waiting to support her.

"Of course you can stay here. You can stay as long as you want. There are plenty of empty rooms until you have your own goals."

"Thanks…"

After dealing with her matter, Igris looked at Isabella, who was standing to the side, and pulled her out of the office with a sense of helplessness.

"Isabella..."

"You're going to blame me, aren't you? Because I was meddling in other people's business."

Isabella is always stubborn, but she's also terrible at hiding her true feelings.

For example, the worry and grievances were almost clearly visible in her eyes.

She felt wronged because she felt she was doing it for Igries's own good, and that she had always been thinking of Igries's best interests.

She was worried because she had done something wrong again, and she feared that Igris would blame her, or even worse.

But Igris wouldn't do that; she's a reasonable person.

"Isabella, you need to understand that you and she are both my friends. I won't blame you for anything because of her, but I hope you can get along well."

"Oh…"

Isabella nodded sullenly, but didn't say anything more.

"Hmm...and one more."

Igris hesitated for a moment, but then opened her arms.

I guess you need comforting.

"..."

Isabella threw herself into Igris's arms without hesitation, and even rubbed against him contentedly.

However, she soon noticed the rose tucked into Igris's bosom and frowned deeply.

Who gave it to you?

"Hmm? This is a gift from Nolan. She said I lost the flower she gave me last time, so she gave me another one."

Igris took the rose from her breast pocket and waved it in front of Isabella.

"However, as expected of witchcraft, this flower shows no signs of withering at all."

"Well--"

Isabella wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, she finally snuggled into Igris's arms and rubbed against her again.

This is more comforting than any words of consolation.

"Alright, alright... let's go back."

"Ok."

Isabella reluctantly let go of Igris and returned to the agency.

At this moment, in the office, Momokawa was sitting quietly on the sofa, his posture very standard and exquisite, like a large doll.

Xia Erti, on the other hand, seemed much more uninhibited. Even though she was sitting in a chair, she couldn't help but steal glances at Momokawa behind her. However, she seemed afraid of being discovered, so she could only lean on the table and look at her out of the corner of her eye.

It seems she is indeed very curious about Momokawa.

"Oh right, speaking of which, I actually have something important to discuss this time."

It wasn't until she entered the office and saw the layout that Isabella suddenly remembered that she hadn't come here to have a tryst with Igris.

She did have a request.

"What is it?"

Sharti turned his head and looked at the thief with some curiosity.

She couldn't think of anything that would make this world-famous thief specifically seek out a detective.

Although this detective is more capable than I imagined.

“I stole… ah, no, I found something. My gut feeling tells me it’s not a good thing, but I can’t return it, so I wanted to ask you guys for advice on what to do with it.”

As she spoke, Isabella pulled an old, worn-out book from her pocket.

Almost the instant she saw the thing, Igris's eye twitched violently, and the joyful smile on her face vanished instantly.

"Isabella... promise me you won't steal things like this again, okay?"

"I already said it wasn't stolen... I found it."

On this particular point, the habitual offender unexpectedly emphasized it again.