She is not an investigator.

The witch couldn't understand what the pigeon was saying.

But she guessed the pigeons must be supporting her.

And so, the witch embarked on a journey to find Igris.

Riding on her magic wand.

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If the witch had the most exaggerated reaction, then the person with the most indifferent reaction was probably a witch similar to her.

Nolan received the news at home.

Perhaps a mischievous little witch folded a paper airplane out of a newspaper and accidentally dropped it from her window onto her table, exposing the side with the words "Igris" written on it to Nolan's view.

...Okay, that does sound like too much of a coincidence.

But after learning everything, Nolan did not react in any way that one might expect.

Her reaction was even less intense than that of her daughter.

"Mom! Igris is dead! She's dead!"

Faced with Sharti's rare, panicked shouts, Nolan simply smiled faintly.

For some reason, Sharti always felt that Nolan's smile carried a hint of terror.

It even reached into Sharti's sorrow.

"Let's go to her funeral."

Nolan stood up and extended his hand to Sharti.

"And bring a shovel with you."

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.

Leaving aside the villains who tried to do something bad to a corpse, the only pure, kind, and gentle vampire lady also discovered the message.

At that very moment, Hugh also discovered such a letter on the body of a vampire in the wilderness.

Nobody knows why vampires have this stuff on them.

But it must be said that Hugh did see it.

This is enough.

"..."

Hugh, who remained silent, thought about many things, especially the eggs that Igris had once given her.

Perhaps she should make an appearance at the funeral.

Bring some eggs with you.

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.

This is Hugh, a vampire girl who sounds evil but is actually quite righteous.

She decided to take the eggs to worship Igris, which was a good idea.

So, what is Miss Phantom Thief, this seemingly evil and indeed very evil lady, planning to do this time?

Yes, she stole an ancient book used for spiritual communication.

It's clear that everyone is concerned about Igris's current state.

But guess who didn't receive an invitation?

"...?"

In the dimly lit office, the gray-haired girl sniffed and looked out at the dark clouds.

"...Is it an illusion?"

"Momokawa muttered to himself."

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"...?"

Guess what will happen next.

As Igris looked at Isabella, who was approaching her with a calm expression, a bad feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

"Now, it's time to sleep, right..."

"Yes, in a way, you're right."

Isabella sat down on the edge of the bed again, staring intently at Igris in front of her, and began to slowly take off her coat.

“Isabella…you know you don’t need to change here, right…? I, I can give you my spot, I’ll sleep on the floor…or, or I can go sleep outside, I’ll stay at a hotel.”

Without hesitation, Igris climbed out of bed and turned to run away, but when she reached the door, she found it locked tightly.

Do you want this?

Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and rummaged through the keys in her hand.

The key to the front door.

"...You'll give it to me, right?"

"of course."

Isabella slowly slipped the key into her bosom and calmly looked at Igris.

"The premise is that you have to come and get it yourself."

"That's really not very ethical..."

"Ha, I'm a wanted criminal. You're talking to me about morality? Then I'll have to commit another crime to show you just how low my moral standards are."

"No! Calm down! We can talk this out, can't we? Look... look at you, you're the world-famous legendary thief. If people find out you did something so inhumane to an innocent girl, your reputation will be ruined!"

"Reputation? That kind of thing means nothing to me."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, watching with interest as Igris pressed herself against the door in terror, almost blending into the crack.

"I never expected you to react so strongly. I thought you would be more proactive, after all... you seem to be very good at winning people's favor."

Although it was definitely a misunderstanding, Igris seemed to have no way to refute it.

After all, the facts are right in front of us, aren't they?

"How about this?"

Isabella, no longer intending to make things difficult for poor Igris, offered a compromise.

"I won't do anything to you. If you can satisfy me, I'll let you go today, how about it?"

What does "completely satisfied" mean?

"Playing dumb won't work."

Isabella waved the sign in her hand and said softly.

"You only have ten minutes. Do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it?"

"..."

Igris rubbed her flushed cheeks, pursed her lips tightly, and staggered to Isabella's side.

"...Let me make this clear beforehand, you asked me to do this, so I won't take responsibility for it..."

“I’m not a child, why would I make you take responsibility for something like this?”

Isabella appeared calm enough, seemingly still having plenty of room to maneuver, but her reddened ears betrayed her true inner thoughts at that moment.

Igris took a deep breath and slowly placed her hands on her shoulders.

"...!"

Isabella's body visibly trembled, but she pretended nothing had happened, silently turning her head away to reveal her slender, white neck.

"It might hurt a little."

"...Do you really want to go that far?"

Isabella didn't get a reply from Igris before she was thrown onto the bed, trembling slightly with excitement.

She could even hear her own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing through her body.

She hadn't done anything yet, but she was already clearly overly excited.

"..."

Then she saw Igris and slowly lay down on her body.

He bit her shoulder.

"—!"

The slight sting made her frown instantly. She instinctively tried to push Igris away, but her body suddenly felt weaker than ever before.

Her hand merely rested on Igris's shoulder before falling limply to her side.

Soon, she felt a more delicate sensation. The stinging pain slowly disappeared, replaced by an extremely soft and tender caress.

Igris was licking her wound, and along with the tingling, itchy sensation, the stinging pain returned.

She bit deeper, and the feeling of powerlessness became more and more obvious, even making Isabella's consciousness begin to blur. Only the constant surge of satisfaction in her body made her sweat slightly.

The tingling sensation intensified, spreading from her shoulders throughout her body. The feeling, like being struck by lightning, instantly brought her consciousness from a blurry state to clarity, only to quickly become blurry again.

The pain completely disappeared, replaced by waves of sensation crashing over her. She could feel her blood flowing out of her body, and she could feel the slippery tongue gently licking her wounds, sipping the blood.

This wonderful feeling was completely unfamiliar, yet it was far more beautiful and exquisite than anything she had ever longed for.

Finally, her body began to convulse involuntarily, accompanied by waves of heat and a feeling of weakness that made it impossible for her to muster any strength. Even making a sound became incredibly difficult.

Her breathing became extremely heavy, and muffled nasal sounds accompanied the rhythmic gushing of blood.

"—!"

Finally, in a violent spasm, Isabella's body uncontrollably curled up, her face burning hot, and she fell into a coma.

Only now did Igris finally stop sucking and slowly wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.