Job Grant.

Elizabeth opened the Carriage and stepped out of the car after grabbing her baggage swinging it on her shoulder.

"We're here." The tanned skin Coachman said, leaning against his wooden Carriage..

Elizabeth glanced at him then stared at the massive construction in front of her. "Are you sure?" Elizabeth asked.

The man nodded. "Champagne district's Investigative Office right?" Elizabeth nodded at the question. "We're here." The Coachman confirmed looking to the side.

Elizabeth craned her neck at the building in front of her. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Elizabeth's mind as she stared at the majestic building in wonderment.

The gates of the Investigative Office were toned gold tall bars. Elizabeth wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?

The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire building, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. You trust, and We serve, was inscribed on the template in a bold gold italic manner.

The Investigative Office itself behind the gates was a mix color of gold and silver. The roofing was a vintage styled design and colored gold, while the rest of the building spread out along the field behind the gates.

Elizabeth stepped forward in awe, and gripped the cool bars of the gate.

"Ere you sure tis where you're headed, little girl?" The tanned driver with a thick broken accent asked as he stepped beside Elizabeth dropping the rest of Elizabeth's luggage.

Elizabeth nodded, and glanced back at the Investigative Office. "Yes, this is my destination." With a wide smile on her face Elizabeth replied.

The Coachman dropped his hands from his waist and shrugged. "Whatever you say, child." With that he walked back into his Carriage and rode off.

"Great heavens...." Elizabeth muttered in Vieish– the Common language for Vie people, derived after they migrated from the once legendary Viean Country– grabbing her luggage from her side.

Elizabeth paused for a second, curious and confused as to how she was going to get in. Her bright blue eyes glanced to the end of the gate for someone minding the gate or something but no one was there.

She walked closer and stuck her head near the bars to look for anyone close by. How the hell did people get in? Elizabeth thought standing there.

"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Vilré?" A voice suddenly boomed startling Elizabeth for a split second.

Elizabeth inched closer. "Yes?" He responded to the voice.

"Welcome to The Headquarters of the Investigative Office." The voice replied then there was the noise of the cool breeze till there was nothing.

Startled Elizabeth tripped back a little as the gates suddenly began to open on their own. Great– Elizabeth who had grown up in the small Farmer town of Vie– eyes went wide in awe and wonderment.

Elizabeth swallowed, almost frozen on spot at the full sight of the Headquarters without the gates. She released a low haughty laugh as her legs began to move.

Her blue eyes twinkled in the sun making the specks of mirth in her swirl almost like liquid. Elizabeth's strange pink hair turned fiery from the heat of the sun. But that wasn't the true spectacular, no, it was Investigative Office Headquarters.

The lines of tended flowers rolled out all over the Headquarters. Each flower was different and vibrant, so Elizabeth almost wanted to reach out and touch the ones by her side moving forward.

She could see decently dressed persons up ahead by the water fountain of a merman on a rock releasing bright blue water from it's concrete mouth into the small pond.

The ceiling of the building had silver star-like four-point polygon designs that shone like actual stars on the golden ceiling with silver polka-dots along with the star-like design.

Elizabeth wished she could reach out to them just grab- "Miss Elizabeth Vilré?" A feminine voice snapped her out of her whirlwind of fascination.

Elizabeth turned to the side where the voice came from. A woman stood inside a small silver booth with gold roofing nearest to the walls close to the hall doors.

The woman with deep blond hair, and pale pasty white skin raised one blonde eyebrow at Elizabeth's staring.

There was a phenomenon for people with skin like this in Hara– Albino. In Vie town they were labelled as cursed though.

Elizabeth blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh...Um....Yes." She sputtered with a nod.

She stared at her blankly for a second or two before cracking into a soft smile. "Alright. Here is your number slot," She pulled out a paper with number 45 on it from the booth. "And your map. Now you must find the Chief's office first, he'll begin your interview."

She handed the map and number slot to Elizabeth which she collected and gave a small bow, before taking her quietness as a hint to get going.

"Welcome to the Investigative Office, Elizabeth Vilré!" She heard her say as she began walking away.

Side eyes cast her direction. Many of the golden eyed species were curiously looking at the small human-like creature that had found her way into the Investigative Office.

"Where did this one come from?" One of the Detectives with starry dark eyes, indicating he was a delta ranking wolf whispered.

"I do not know. Could she be our new cleaning services?"

"With that outfit, she might as well be fit for a farmer."

"Hm, but that face though? Could she be a runaway Noble?"

Elizabeth cut through the heap of loudmouthed gossip. They all talked as if she were not even there.

She followed the map and ended up at a corner with the plainest door she had ever seen. On the door the word– Chief was slapped on it.

She breathed before taking steps and knocking on the door. She had not even tried to open the door when it suddenly whined and opened on it's own.

"I refuse this!" A hoarse voice yelled at the top of his lungs. "I have worked on this case for far too long to hand it over to anyone let alone, that Foíx bastard!"

She hesitantly pushed her head in. "H-hello?"

A pair of blood red eyes descended on her. "Who might you be?"

She quickly showed the number slot.

"Come in," A cold voice ordered.

"You can not ignore me, Faustus, I have worked too damn hard on this to hand it over to, Oliviér Fóix! You know how the arrogant bastard can be!" The thin faced, golden eyed man shouted.

The first thing Elizabeth noted as she entered inside the Chief's office was it was cool, cooler than the average room temperature.

"So what might your astonishing history record be, for you to have a job here?" His voice had such a bored tone and his eyes were focused on arranging some stack of letters by his side, that Elizabeth was nearly not aware he was speaking to her.

"U-m, I–I graduated–"

"For fuck's sakes, Faustus this case is my life!" The other man continued shouting.

Elizabeth eyed her surroundings first. The decor of the room was white, a bride white, with silver strokes on the wall. A coat hanger close to the table.

Nothing much in the room, except for how bloody cold it was inside.

"Hm, I would say take a seat, but you are not looking very impressive already so I'll tell you now that you will not get the job." Elizabeth darn near tripped, startled by the sudden deep voice.

Elizabeth's hand squeezed her bag turning to the frightening red eyes that stared coldly at her.

The Chief sat across the table. Red hair almost considered brown, curly and oiled on his head. A squared jaw with a clean shave.

He looked quite old, but definitely very handsome for a middle-aged man.

The Chief was wearing a white long sleeve with the first button undone. The grey coat matching the long sleeve kept on the coat hanger.

He had glasses almost similar to Elizabeth's own on her face but Elizabeth could see that his were clearly way more expensive than his.

Elizabeth swallowed at the man's cold and scrutinizing stare.

"S-sir please, I have not even said my name yet," She did not understand how she lost the opportunity just like that.

The Chief touched the side of his glasses, fixing them a bit. "And what is your name? Even though it would be a waste of both our time."

Elizabeth shook her head and cleared her throat. "S-Sir I am Elizabeth Vilré–"

The man's thick but perfectly carved eyebrows knitted a bit. "Elizabeth Vilré? The Myriad?"

"Lord James told you?" Lord James was the Headmaster that had recommended her.

"Why did you not say so immediately," the Chief frowned a bit. "The job is yours, follow me."

The other words in her throat dried.