She is not an investigator.

It was as if something was pressing down on her body, making her movements extremely difficult.

So what else could be pressing down on her besides a blanket?

It was Clendia's restless, even somewhat exaggerated, sleeping posture, and her legs, whether intentionally or not, wrapped around Igris's waist.

It probably wasn't intentional, since maintaining that position and sleeping so soundly is quite difficult.

Although Igris didn't mind the witch's unconscious physical contact with her, the problem was that she was now awake.

Therefore, she could no longer pretend that nothing had happened and go back to sleep.

Igris, who knew exactly what she should do, looked at the witch who was still sleeping like a dead person, but she really couldn't bear to kick her off the bed.

That's too cruel, and it's not something she should do.

Perhaps we could try a gentler approach?

Igris hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached her hand under the covers, trying to push away her restraints.

But the process did not go smoothly. Perhaps because Igris's actions were too abrupt, the sleeping witch in front of her suddenly frowned and her expression turned very ugly.

Igris thought she was about to wake up, so she tried again to break free completely.

Then the witch tightened her grip even more.

Igris seriously doubted whether she had ever experienced sleeping with a pillow, which was why she was so reluctant to part with herself in her arms.

Although being held like this is indeed very comfortable, it has taken a completely opposite direction from Igris's original intention.

Helpless, Igris eventually gave up on pushing the witch away and instead began trying to wake Krentia.

In fact, even if the two of them had already agreed to experience love as much as possible during this time, it was quite normal for them to be closer.

But not to that extent.

Igris just wanted to help her understand what love is, not to understand what love is.

In order to avoid making any mistakes, Iglesias felt that she should do her best to keep her relationship with her healthy.

"Krentia."

Igris called her name softly and tried to nudge her shoulder.

Logically speaking, if the person in front of you slept well last night, then even if they have a habit of sleeping in, they should wake up when called like this.

But the witch in front of her seemed to be an exception. No one knew how long she had been reading that fairy tale last night. Even when called like this, she only hummed softly, then wrapped her arms around Igris's neck and buried her head in Igris's chest.

Igris was truly relieved for her, since at least she didn't feel suffocated by this action when facing Igris.

Although it might feel a little uncomfortable.

Igris was lost in thought again, but even so, she didn't stop what she was doing, continuing to gently push her body and call her name.

"Krentia? Time to wake up."

Igris's tone was still too gentle; such a gentle call would probably be mistaken for sleep talking.

Although she initially only wrapped her arms around Igris's waist, after Igris's calls and struggles, the witch has now firmly tucked Igris into her embrace.

It can be said that there has been no progress at all, or even negative progress, which is truly something to celebrate.

The administrator finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Are you trying to wake her up or flirting with her? If you can't do it, I'll help you."

Recalling what the caretaker had done to the princess in her dream, Igris was quite certain that she would show no mercy to the princess.

Whether it's Igris or Krentia, the most likely thing she'd do is kick them both to the ground.

Therefore, for her own safety, Igris politely declined her offer.

"You know, I just hope our mornings can be a little nicer, without being filled with resentment because of some trivial matters or unnecessary accidents."

In plain terms, Igris didn't want to cause any trouble.

But all she got in return was a glare from the administrator, though Igris couldn't see it.

However, whether it was because her current posture was too awkward or because Igris's call really worked, Krentia actually slowly opened her eyes, raised her head blankly, and looked at Igris.

The neck.

Because this position made it impossible for the two of them to be on the same horizontal plane, all the witch could see when she opened her eyes was Igris's neck, which made one want to bite it.

"Good morning, Krenty... Ah!"

Whether it was because she was really not fully awake, or because she had made up her mind to do what she believed to be the most correct thing in her life, she actually bit Igris's neck.

Although she hadn't used any force, the strange sensation on her neck still made her gasp in surprise.

What most people don't know is that, besides her physical strength, wallet, power, and messy past relationships, Igris's weaknesses also include her ears and neck.

Of course, everyone should be clear about the specific meaning of this weakness.

Because of this bite, Igris's scream startled the still dazed witch awake, and she released Igris from her grasp.

Even now, looking at the strange marks on Igris's neck and at Igris staring intently at her, she gently opened her mouth.

"...I'm sorry."

Igris didn't respond, but just stared with wide eyes, filled with great confusion.

She couldn't understand why Krentia would do such a thing, just as she couldn't understand why she would unconsciously make that sound.

Now, those things are no longer important.

"Let me go."

Igris' tone became unusually firm, and Krentia realized that she had probably caused trouble, so she could only silently leave Igris' side.

Watching Igris angrily get out of bed and start getting dressed, Krentia suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart.

That feeling... was very strange.

It's like watching your partner get upset and decide to stop because of some slightly excessive little things you did in bed.

…What nonsense is she thinking?

"I'm so sorry."

Looking at Igris, who was dressed, Krentia still repeated herself with some unease.

She didn't know why she repeated it, since apologizing twice doesn't necessarily mean she felt twice as sorry.

If Igris is really angry about this, that's something she absolutely doesn't want to see.

But Igris didn't answer. She just silently walked out of the room, not only without saying a word, but also deliberately pressed down her hat, looking aloof.

"..."

It wasn't until Igris closed the door that Krentia, who had been hesitant to speak, finally lowered her head and pursed her lips with a look of regret.

She really didn't intend to do anything bad, even though she had lived alone for hundreds of years... although she did have a tiny bit of a desire to try it out, and although she did dream of some strange scenes.

But she really didn't have any other thoughts.

After all, she had already decided what fairy tale she would tell her tomorrow night.

"…well."

Perhaps the witch still can't immediately adapt to communicating with normal people.

But is Igris a normal person?

Does it count? Should it? It should count, right?

The witch, who had just been blaming herself, was now engrossed in another problem.

But she still managed to slowly climb out of bed and use her magic to float all her clothes and bedding in the air.

Not only does it save you time getting dressed, it even saves you the time of folding blankets.

Magic, isn't that convenient?

Of course, at this very moment, on the other side, Igris was strolling through the castle's hall.

Just like when she left, her hat was pulled down low, and the collar of her coat was deliberately pulled up, almost covering half of her face, leaving only her slightly squinted eyes visible.

Although she put on a distant and unapproachable demeanor, the female administrator knew exactly what this guy was thinking.

"I told you long ago, you might as well let me help you."

The administrator repeated this to herself once again, expressing deep disdain for Igris's reaction.

She didn't understand why Igris would react so strongly to just being bitten; it wasn't like she hadn't been bitten before.

Mushisha's bite was much more powerful than this.

"You're so annoying..."

Igris pursed her lips in annoyance, took a deep breath to try to suppress the heat on her cheeks, and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

"I need to be more careful in the future. Getting too close to Krentia might not be a good thing."

Igris seemed to be talking to herself, but it was more like she was speaking to the caretaker.

Of course, the administrator never had any objections; she wished Igris could stay away from all women, so as to avoid her getting involved with a bunch of bad romantic entanglements.

Besides, the administrator had warned her about it from the beginning.

"Today is the second day... There are still twenty-eight days left until the time runs out."

Igris raised the cleaver in her hand and drew a fancy circle in the air.

She's not very good at cooking; the food she makes is barely edible. But she's quite skilled with a knife.

This naturally includes kitchen knives.

Today, Iglesias is preparing breakfast for the two of them using the leftover food from last night, just like yesterday.

Although the witch's cooking skills are obviously better, it must be said that... cooking for others and watching them happily eat it does bring a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Spade, about that dream last night..."

As Igris brought down the kitchen knife, she also uttered her question.

"Don't call me by that name..."

The administrator replied without hesitation, and after a moment of silence, continued.