She is not an investigator.

As a witch, she was still capable of doing some unimaginable things.

"well enough?"

Igris stroked her chin, looked around at the not-so-large castle, and then fixed her gaze on Clendia.

"Although there are indeed fewer entertainment options and fewer people to interact with here, living here might be a unique and novel experience."

A castle in this kind of environment is not something that ordinary people can easily stay in.

"Besides, you're here too, aren't you?"

Krentia paused, a hint of...doubt flickering in her pale purple pupils.

She didn't understand what Igris meant, nor did she understand why she was being mentioned.

Is she simply a form of entertainment for Igris?

"..."

Krentia seemed to be thinking about something, and her gaze towards Igris began to flicker.

If that's really the case, then in this month...

She closed her eyes, stopping the unrealistic speculations in her mind.

Perhaps it's unrealistic?

The bizarre stage play – The Arrogant Witch and the Kingdom of Wonders: Chapter Nine, So That's How It Is

At noon, after a simple meal, Igris returned to her room to rest.

Although she wasn't exactly exhausted, it was difficult for her to find anything else to do in such an ancient castle.

Furthermore, it seems that Krentia did not intend to let Igris know too much about her, so Igris really just lived an ordinary daily life here, and even had few opportunities to meet with Krentia on her own initiative.

However, Igris did have a lot of free time because of this, but the thought of it continuing for a whole month made her a little homesick.

Or rather, I'm a little itchy to do it.

After all, in her daily life, all sorts of unsettling dangers would always line up and come knocking on her door. She was finding it rather difficult to adjust to such a peaceful routine.

Humans are truly complex creatures.

"I really don't know how she has managed to live here alone for so long."

Igris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling above her head, muttering to herself.

Perhaps witches don't always stay in the castle; they might still wander into the forest.

If that's the case, Iglesias hopes she can take her along next time.

"For people with long lifespans, a monotonous life is not necessarily boring and tedious. Just as you are used to fighting, she is used to this kind of life."

The caregiver sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the scenery outside the window, lost in thought.

Perhaps in a sense, she could be considered a creature with a long lifespan?

Although her memory is not actually complete.

"It's rare to see you so quiet."

Igris tilted her head and looked at the caregiver sitting on the bed.

Because of some subtle differences, even though the two of them look almost identical, Igris still can't see her as another version of herself.

At most, they look like twins?

"In your eyes, am I the kind of person who is mean-spirited?"

The female administrator also turned her head, her indifferent eyes meeting Igris's gaze, her expression completely blank.

“If you didn’t often do stupid things, I probably wouldn’t have said those things.”

At least the administrator was indeed thinking about Igris' safety and well-being, and naturally, she didn't want any crisis to happen to Igris.

"Of course I understand, I'm not saying this to blame you."

Igris sat up and slowly walked to the side of the caretaker, watching her as she also tilted her head slightly to look at her.

Her exquisitely beautiful face, her long, bright silver hair, and the aloofness emanating from within all gave her an unprecedented sense of asceticism.

Although it's not nice to say this, Igris is probably not the first person to be concerned about their appearance.

“In any case, we still have a lot more time to spend together, so I’ve always considered you my friend.”

Igris was speaking from the heart, not flattering; she genuinely intended to get along well with the administrator.

Always.

"Ah, my friend. How many people have you said this to?"

The female administrator looked away, but a smile unconsciously crept onto her face.

A mocking smile.

"...You should know that I am sincere."

Igris withdrew her head, also thinking of some unpleasant things.

But she wasn't lying; at least she always longed to have more and better friends.

Although the result seems to be biased.

"Of course I know, but so what?"

The administrator suddenly turned her head and stared at Igris without moving.

Look into her eyes, look into her brows, look into her gaze that she instinctively avoids.

She reached out her hand, her slender fingers slowly probing into Igris's golden hair, gently caressing it.

“Many people know you’re sincere, but they never care about your thoughts; they only pursue what they want, just like me.”

Silence is a silent language, and retreat is a heartless rejection.

Igris moved away, but what met her was the administrator's cold body and her gaze that slowly turned warm.

"You know what I want to do, right?"

She wouldn't wait for Igris's answer before making her move; she was a smart woman, and the moment she asked the question, she had already touched the back of Igris's neck.

Igris's body went limp, and she uncontrollably lay down on the bed, blinking gently as she looked at the caretaker who was also lying down.

The caretaker's fingers slowly traced her neck and collarbone, finally stopping at the seam of her collar.

"Now that things have come to this, aren't you going to refuse?"

As the administrator spoke, she stopped what she was doing.

She was waiting, waiting for Igris to reject her, waiting to see her blush and become too shy to speak.

"..."

This level still seems far from enough.

Without further hesitation, the female administrator pressed Igris down beneath her.

Silver strands of hair slowly fell down, landing on Igris's face, causing a slight tickling sensation.

The two of them were now facing each other very close, gazing into each other's eyes.

"..."

Indifferent.

The administrator saw no shyness or fear, no unease or confusion on Igris's face.

Even at this point, she didn't blush at all.

This is very abnormal; she shouldn't be doing this.

Unless she knows.

She knew the caretaker wouldn't do anything to her, and she also knew the caretaker's real purpose was simply to amuse herself by taking advantage of her shyness.

She also knew that everything the administrator was doing was actually not dangerous at all.

That's why, even at this distance, in this environment, and in this position, she didn't have any other reaction.

"Boring."

A feeling of frustration welled up in the administrator's chest. She frowned and slowly released Igris.

If even her last bit of joy is to be taken away, then her future life will be incredibly boring.

However, just as she was about to get up, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist.

"Aren't you going to continue?"

The female administrator was stunned for a moment, and tried to break free from the restraints around her waist, but Igris showed no intention of letting go. Instead, she grabbed her collar and pulled her back forcefully.

The distance between them closed again, and Igris's breath even landed on her face, causing her to feel a slight sense of panic.

This was different from what she had expected; it was completely different.

She saw Igris's expression, the teasing in her eyes, and the hand slowly sliding down her waist.

"…stop."

Overwhelmed, the caregiver tried to stop the farce, but was met with a feigned look of confusion from Igris.

"What are you saying? I don't understand."

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Prideful Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter Ten, The Punishment for a Prank

dong dong dong-

A knock sounded at the door, and Krentia's voice came from outside.

"Igris, dinner is ready."

Igris responded and turned to look at the female administrator beside her.

“Pranks will be punished.”

The caretaker didn't answer; she simply closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but her heavy breathing and the constant rise and fall of her body ruthlessly exposed her acting skills.

"Are you ignoring me? Or are you too afraid to talk to me anymore?"