She is not an investigator.

The pigeon with a small white cloth strip on its wing hopped around a few times and tried flapping its wings. Then, something amazing happened. The little pigeon, which had been unable to fly due to its injury, was now able to fly, although its flight posture was a bit strange because its wings were a little awkward.

But it still landed on Igris's shoulder, hopping around, most likely to thank Igris for its help.

It must be said that Igris is indeed very popular with small animals. Perhaps it is because of her innate friendliness that most small animals do not feel that she is dangerous, so they naturally get close to her.

However, this kind of talk can probably only spread among the less bright little ones, since only those who truly understand her will know what kind of danger lies beneath that gentle and tender body.

"Little one, would you mind showing me the letter you delivered? After all, I cured you."

Peeking at other people's letters is not a good thing, and good children should never learn from it. However, it's clear that Igris is not exactly a good child.

In addition, she really only intended to take a quick look and didn't plan to do anything more. She considered it as payment for saving the pigeon and to satisfy her curiosity.

"Cuckoo?"

However, the little pigeon couldn't understand what Igris was saying or what she was trying to say, so Igris simply stopped being polite and opened the mailbox, taking out the small envelope inside.

The envelopes delivered by pigeons are not very large, so naturally there isn't much writing on them. They look very small overall, almost the same size as Isabella's pamphlet.

The letter was simple, seemingly a reply to the pigeon's owner. It said that the item she needed was currently out of stock and could not be purchased, and it would be difficult to obtain it in the future. It also subtly expressed the hope to reduce contact in the future to avoid trouble and accidents.

The names of the things mentioned above were also quite unusual; at least Igris had never heard of any similar names, to the point that she couldn't even deduce their true appearance, origin, or purpose from their names.

However, it is indeed impolite to peek at someone else's mail, so Igris quickly stuffed the envelope back in and patted the pigeon's head.

"Alright, you're free now, little guy. You can go back to your master."

Igris enjoyed the process of releasing the pigeons; it gave her a genuine sense of self-satisfaction, perhaps also related to the symbolism of the white dove itself.

However, the pigeon landed again after flying for less than two seconds.

Its injuries are definitely healed, so what caused it to land?

Because it was tired, because it got lost, because it couldn't bear to leave Igris?

It could also be due to another possibility.

"—Who gave you permission to peek at other people's letters?"

For example, it has already arrived at its destination.

A figure slowly emerged from the bushes ahead.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Prideful Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter Three, Flight and the Witch

"sorry."

When the person in question came to her door, Igris didn't hesitate and didn't try to be stubborn. She lowered her head and expressed her deep apology.

After all, it was indeed wrong of her to peek at other people's letters.

"Tsk..."

The man clicked his tongue, seemingly displeased that Igris had immediately backed down and apologized, but he didn't dare to make a scene any further.

Especially considering that she had also rescued her own pet.

Even if Igris can't be saved, she can still come over herself.

"Alright, it's nothing serious. This is private property. Why are you here?"

She didn't seem to want to pursue the matter anymore, so Igris finally raised her head and glanced at the figure in front of her.

She was a witch, probably in her early twenties... Like the witches in the academy, she wore a wide-brimmed hat, with long, pale purple hair underneath, and a dark purple robe. Although it didn't look fancy, it suited the mysterious aura of witches.

However, unlike most college witches, the uniform she wore under her robes was not casual wear at all. Instead, it was a more ancient and inconvenient gorgeous dress. The retro style could be traced back to one or two hundred years ago. If she didn't really like this retro style, then this witch probably hadn't appeared in human society for the past one or two hundred years.

Could the legendary witch be the same witch standing before me?

"Hey, answer my question."

She raised her arm impatiently, and only then did Igris notice the long wooden staff she was holding.

A witch's staff? But in reality, witches don't need such a thing.

However, now doesn't seem to be the time to consider such issues.

"I'm here to look for something; I left something around here."

Igris was honest. Although that thing couldn't strictly be considered hers, she was the only one who would actively seek it out, so it could be said to be hers.

"Did you lose something in someone else's house?"

She shook her head dismissively, but then seemed to remember something and looked at Igris with renewed scrutiny.

Igris had no idea what she was looking at, so she could only stand quietly and let her scrutinize her.

"Looking blank... Would you like to come to my house as a thank you for saving my pigeons?"

As she spoke, she poked the little white dove perched on the brim of her hat with her finger.

"As for what you lost... this forest belongs to me. If there is anything around here, I can help you find it."

The change in attitude was so rapid that even Igris was caught off guard.

Although it sounded suspicious, Igris was still quite willing to go with her to see what was going on. After all, if she could really help, Igris wouldn't need to search so hard in the forest.

“I am honored, Miss Witch.”

She suddenly stopped what she was doing, looked up at Igris, and frowned deeply.

"Don't call me a witch. I'm a sorceress, but I'm not like other witches."

Is this any new knowledge? At least Igris had only heard of the race of witches, not the race of sorceresses.

Before this, she thought that witch was just another way of calling witches, and it seems that the relationship between the two is not as deep as she imagined.

It's also possible that she simply disliked the title of witch, so she gave herself the name "witch."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Witch."

Upon hearing the change in how Igris addressed her, she turned around and walked back the way she had come, saying in a low voice.

"Keep up with me, stay close, don't get lost."

Perhaps this forest itself has the ability to easily disorient people, so the witch, as its master, also knows this. Therefore, she walks very slowly and takes small steps, just to wait for Igris to catch up and not get lost.

Despite this, she did not urge him, but instead appeared very patient, a stark contrast to her initial arrogance.

While Igris was indeed moving forward, the reason she was moving so slowly was largely due to the constant chatter in her mind from the administrator.

"You really just went with her like that? Can't you see this guy is completely abnormal? She clearly has ulterior motives, and you still went to her yourself?"

The indignant administrator was lecturing Igris again, and Igris was almost used to it, so she could even take the time to mentally respond.

“Have we been actively heading towards trouble all this time? There may be danger, but it is indeed the fastest way to reach our goal, isn’t it, my dear Administrator?”

Constantly avoiding potential dangers would only lead to extremely slow progress, which is not what Igris wants, not to mention that there are not many people left who can really pose a threat to her.

"...But I must remind you that arrogance is the most dangerous trap. Don't blindly believe in your own strength. You should also know this well: when facing certain things, no matter how strong you are, you are still powerless."

Igris knew this better than anyone else, and it was precisely because she knew this better than anyone else that she was willing to take the risk.

"what your name."

Suddenly, the footsteps in front stopped, and the witch turned to look at the pensive Igris and asked her question.

“Igris, you can call me that.”

"Igris replied."

The witch nodded without saying anything more, simply planting her wooden staff in the ground and extending her hand to Igris.

Hold my hand.

Igris paused, looking at her serious expression. Although she hesitated, she still carefully extended her hand.

Because Igris' movements were too slow, the witch became somewhat impatient and took her hand, pulling her to her side.

Before she could react, the surrounding environment suddenly began to change, accompanied by a dizzying sensation as the world spun around her, and the strong airflow made Igris squint her eyes.

But she soon noticed a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her tightly into a hug.

"Don't move."

The witch's voice came, and Igris reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings.

"—"

In the sky.

She could see the forest beneath her feet and the birds flying around her. Beneath her was a flying wooden staff, and behind her sat a witch who was holding her tightly on the staff.

Igris wasn't actually particularly afraid of heights, but under these conditions, even if she wasn't afraid of heights, she would almost develop a fear of heights from the shock.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Prideful Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter Four, The Hanging Castle and the Banquet

After a half-minute flight, Igris finally landed at an ancient castle nestled in the middle of a cliff.

As her feet touched the ground, Igris's legs went limp instantly, and she collapsed to the ground almost without any reaction.

"I hate flying..."

The witch who leaped down from the wooden staff behind her and gripped it in the back couldn't help but glance at Igris, whose face looked terrible, but she didn't do anything more, simply floating lightly towards the castle.

"You can wander around as you like, I'll call you for dinner in half an hour."

As the witch's voice faded, her figure vanished, disappearing without a trace.

Igris, suppressing her trembling legs, steadied herself against the wall beside her, not daring to look back, and instead walked unsteadily into the depths of the castle.

The castle isn't very large, but that's to be expected, since a castle that's too big wouldn't be perched on a cliff edge.

The area wasn't as large as I had imagined. The witch led Igris down from the upper level of the castle, which was the only open-air balcony. Directly in front of them were the downward stairs, while on the left and right sides were several small rooms.

Going down the stairs, you will arrive at the main hall of the castle and see its main entrance.

However, the main entrance seems to be blocked, which explains why they would specifically fly in from above.

Next came the kitchen and dining room. The dining room was spacious, with a long table and twelve chairs. Although I didn't see anyone, it was quite clean.

There was only the witch in the kitchen, and if you had to name a few, there was a pigeon, but the pigeon was hardly of any help, so it couldn't really be counted.

When Igris walked in, the witch didn't even turn her head and said to her, "Go somewhere else, I'm busy."

Although she said that, Igris still saw her using her magical abilities to process food. Various ingredients flew around in the air, a cleaver was chopping vegetables, a soup spoon was stirring the soup, and she was focused on reading a book, occasionally reaching into a pile of items that looked like seasonings to pick them up and taste them.

Ah, his expression has turned sour; he must have eaten something really amazing.