She is not an investigator.

"Perhaps those stories are fictional, so people who yearn for a better life are always willing to give them a decent plot."

Perhaps, her life was just a story, the ending of which was already predetermined the moment it was written down.

Perhaps? Being inherently naive, she always tends to fantasize about inexplicable things.

"I think my life has been unfortunate. I rarely feel joy or excitement, and the delicate emotions in those stories are completely foreign to me."

She had long since distanced herself from human society; compared to most people, she was more like a legendary princess trapped in a tower.

Do you know why I chose to ask you for that elusive love?

She turned her head to look at Igris, quietly waiting for an answer.

Igris was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"Because you are the only one who found me."

In this forbidden forest, the existence of the witch is known to all.

Countless legends and historical accounts silently proclaim everything about her, but even so, no one has ever truly come to her side.

Igris was the first.

"I know you're the administrator, and you need that secret treasure. That's the main reason you found me."

She seemed to be talking to herself, making no attempt to look at Igris.

"But I don't care. I only know that even in fairy tales, countless coincidences exist, and so-called destined people mostly meet by chance. I don't want to miss this opportunity. I don't know if I can really get anything from you, but..."

She paused for a moment, then silently lowered her head.

“But my life is boring enough, I need a change, and I need this opportunity.”

Of course, there are still some more important reasons besides these.

She won't tell anyone, and Igris won't know.

She doesn't need to know.

"Don't always keep your head down."

Igris patted her on the shoulder and pointed to the starry sky above.

"Didn't you ask me to come out and look at the stars? If that's the case, then we should focus our attention on the more dazzling and beautiful things, instead of still dwelling on the past. Today is only the first day we've spent together, and we still have many more opportunities to spend time together."

That's true. If you're going to appreciate the night sky, what's the point of keeping your head down the whole time?

She should look up and see the starlight that is so close to her right now.

Look at the moonlight she had seen countless times before, yet it still felt cold to her.

The moon is still the same moon, and the stars are still the same stars.

But she no longer seemed cold.

"Will you blame me for using the secret to blackmail you and force you to do something you don't like?"

“Of course,” Igris replied.

“I hate it when anyone forces me to do things I don’t like, no matter who it is or what their purpose is. But it’s different now, Krentia. You should have understood that from the moment I made that sandwich for you.”

Igris smoothed the purple hair that fell across the witch's forehead and spoke gently.

"Everything I'm doing now is just wishful thinking on my part."

The Bizarre Stage Play – The Arrogant Witch and the Wonderland: Chapter Twelve, Once Upon a Time, There Was a Rabbit

After that, silence became the dominant theme between the two.

It wasn't until Igris started to doze off that the witch realized what was happening and quickly landed on the balcony.

It was at this moment that Krentia remembered something.

"Sorry, I forgot to change your bedding."

Her gaze toward Igris was pure and unadulterated, and her expression was calm and ordinary.

"If you don't mind, you can sleep in the same room as me."

If that's not the case, then Igris would suspect that she might have deliberately forgotten.

After all, this kind of development was all too familiar, but Igris really didn't have anything to worry about.

Besides, she definitely needed a place to spend the night.

"If you don't mind, I naturally have no objection."

The witch shook her head. Of course, she had no objections, since there was another reason why she brought it up.

One thing she had always wanted to try.

Igris followed the witch back to her room, even bringing her own pillow with her.

The witch's room wasn't that different from Igris's, except that there was a birdcage inside, where the little white dove was. When it saw Igris, it cooed, probably to greet her.

Igris also liked the little guy, so she went up to the cage and gently teased it.

Noticing Igris's behavior, the witch remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.

"Please forgive me for leaving for a while."

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Under Igris's curious gaze, she slowly left the room, leaving Igris and the little white dove staring at each other in bewilderment.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The witch didn't leave for long; less than two minutes later, she pushed open the door and came back in, holding a book in her hand.

Without a doubt, it was a fairy tale book, since there were no other books in this castle besides fairy tale books.

"I am back."

Seeing Igris still playing with the little white dove, she held the book in her hands and gently called out to Igris.

Igris then turned her head and nodded slightly.

"Although it's still early, I still want to ask...am I sleeping on the floor?"

Although this statement sounds silly, it actually is.

So much so that the witch's face showed visible confusion and bewilderment.

"...No, how could that be? This bed can certainly fit both of us, and the blanket isn't small either."

Yes, this bed can certainly accommodate both of them sleeping together, and this blanket can also allow them to sleep in the same bed without feeling too crowded. It couldn't be better.

Although Igris is still teasing the pigeons.

"And... I also took a fairy tale book."

The witch slowly raised the fairy tale book in her hand, covering half of her face, and secretly looked at Igris.

Unfortunately, Igris didn't pay attention to her, only grunted in response, and continued to tease the happily cooing pigeon with her finger.

"..."

Why do I suddenly feel a sense of resentment in my heart?

"I'd like to... try telling you a bedtime story, is that alright?"

This is probably why she made a special trip to the library to get a fairy tale book.

Upon hearing this, Igris turned her head sharply to look at the anxious Krentia.

A feeling of emotion welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"Of course...of course, that would be perfect."

As we all know, childhood regrets can easily become a painful memory that a person can never forget. This was also true for Igris. Her childhood was quite unfortunate, and naturally, she never had the luxury of experiencing the legendary bedtime story session.

Now, she can finally put a perfect end to the regrets of her childhood.

Just thinking about it made her so moved she almost cried.

"Then... please, get into bed?"

She looked at Igris, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said with some hesitation.

"Should I go out first? If you need to take off your clothes..."

Igris did have a habit of sleeping naked, she used to. But it was impossible for her to do so now, because she was about to sleep in the same bed as the witch in front of her, and if she were to continue sleeping naked, then clearly, she would be the one who caused the problem.

So all Iris needs to do is take off her coat; there's no need for her to take off her trousers either.

If I take my clothes off, I'll be molested on the spot.

"It's ok."

As Igris spoke, she took off her coat, revealing a white shirt underneath.

Every time I see this kind of scene, I have to say that Igris's figure is simply bizarre to a certain extent. Her slender and petite figure looks like that of an underage child at first glance, but her overall proportions are more mature. This is probably due to her breasts, which are comparable to a chopping board, which makes her upper body look anything but mature.

But her lower body is quite the opposite! Whether it's her legs, which are proportionally long, or her legs, which are not too thin due to exercise but are still slender, they strangely maintain a state between maturity and immaturity.

She looks young, and she is indeed young, but she doesn't appear too naive. She exudes a confident and mature charm without looking too old.

Aside from lacking breasts, she is practically the perfect female archetype.

However, because of this, she became less perfect, which is a bit of a pity.

"Then I too..."

Seeing that Igris had already taken off her coat and was sitting on the bed, Krentia hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off her robe as well, revealing the clothes underneath.

She looked at her skirt with some hesitation, then stole a glance at Igris on the bed, before finally sitting down silently by the bedside and, in a very awkward manner, slowly pulling off her skirt.

Igris pretended not to see it; after all, sleeping in a skirt is probably not very comfortable, so she could understand.

As the witch's wide-brimmed hat was placed on the bedside table, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the bed with the fairy tale book in her arms, and looked longingly at Igris.

Seeing this, Igris could only silently climb onto the bed and slowly crawl under the covers.

With a crisp snap of her fingers, the lights in the room went out instantly, and Igris' body trembled violently, startled.

Although she had nothing to be afraid of, she still became somewhat nervous, especially when she felt the witch beside her occasionally and accidentally touching her body.

"Well then, I'll begin."