She is not an investigator.

The fighting stopped at some point.

The believers knelt on the ground in devotion, whispering the name of the Lord.

Their bodies began to slowly dissolve, turning into bright red threads that gradually drew together.

More and more people knelt on the ground, and sacred and devout chants filled the streets, offering their loyalty to their one and only God.

He cast his gaze upon us.

His gaze fell upon the blond figure who was looking up, still staring at Him.

Igris's body began to tremble, as if it had begun to dissolve and was about to turn into threads and fly into the air, becoming His most loyal believer.

Her eyes began to glaze over, her consciousness began to dissipate, and her soul seemed about to break free of her body and slowly dissolve.

But in the next moment, a decaying sword ripped through the sky, and the neighing of horses pulled Igris back to reality, just as it had been when she first met this knight.

Slowly, a full moon rose in the sky.

The pure white moonlight spilled onto the ground and shone on the devout believers.

For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared on the empty expressions of the believers.

They continued to kneel in worship, but the physical transformation slowly stopped and disappeared.

Igris looked at the newly risen moon in the sky and couldn't help but smile.

“Father…you’ve come at just the right time.”

His eyes roam in the sky, His followers are blinded by the moonlight, and His authority is broken and incomplete.

The red silk thread slowly solidified, turning into a solid.

The crimson giant beast lay prostrate on the ground, baring its fangs at the crowd.

It is His incarnation, His representative on this land, and the terminator of this city.

Its body was blood red and full of muscles. Its head was arrogant, with countless compound eyes in every corner. Its huge fangs and gaping maw seemed capable of devouring the world. Its claws were as sharp as knives, overlapping each other. Its body was as hard as iron and difficult to break.

It took a step, as if treading on the shadow of death, and disappeared from the spot.

Then, it pierced through the void and reached out towards the rebels.

She reached out to Igris.

But in the next moment, an iron rod was thrown out instantly, deflecting the attack written in the void and landing on the ground beside her.

Alex dragged his battered body, blood streaming from his eyes, but he still stared intently at the beast before him, its countless compound eyes fixed on him.

"Stop...!"

The beast roared to the sky, the indescribable, ear-piercing sound causing everyone to cover their ears. Some even collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

Without hesitation, it brandished its claws at the figure that dared to attack it, but the neighing of the horse once again drew its attention.

The knight stroked his warhorse as if he were chatting and making merry with an old friend.

His blade was rotten and broken, his armor was easily broken, and his warhorse was old and frail, but he was still the same knight.

When his integrity became fragments of the times.

When his faith turned to dust in the past.

No one longed for the knight's rebirth, and no one hated the false world.

No one waits for the bugle call to charge, no one longs for the freedom they have been away from.

But he knew that one day he would launch another attack.

He still held the same sharp blade covered in vines in his hand.

It once shone brightly in the sunlight.

"knight."

He raised his longsword high, and his warhorse, just as it had in countless battles, stirred and neighed.

The beast lowered its head, as if mocking the knight's decaying, ancient house, its sharp claws silently taunting the knight's blade.

But he never cared about those looks.

No one would welcome a knight who relies on force to uphold justice.

But he doesn't need to be welcomed.

He would only stand on that plain, on that meadow, and charge at the windmills that symbolized evil.

A gentle breeze rustled through the roadside weeds, causing them to sway softly.

The knight's warhorse leaped high into the air, charging resolutely towards the figure that symbolized death and fear, the beast that represented the will of the gods.

He never revered the gods, just as the gods never looked down upon him.

The beast raised its claws high, its sharp fangs exposed in the moonlight, to meet the knight's charge.

It's like that windmill, an insurmountable mountain for the knight.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and hope.

They longed for victory, for the knights' triumphant return.

With the sharp blade of his old era, he slays the evil before him.

嗏

The beast's claws easily pierced the warhorse's body, tearing it apart.

Its sharp fangs had already pierced through the warhorse's armor and sunk into its body.

The knight fell from his horse, listened to the mournful cry of his old friend, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The sound of wind came again.

It seems to be telling the story of the knight's defeat and singing a tragic epic.

Wild beasts tore at the warhorses, just as they tore at the hopes of every person.

But flames rose.

The warhorse's body burst into flames of deep blue, instantly engulfing it.

The knight had already closed in on the beast, his gaze fixed intently on the only enemy before him, hidden beneath his mask.

The knight brandished his longsword! But the beast raised its claws once more and launched a deadly attack on the knight!

boom!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Amidst the whirring of gears, a bullet engraved with deep blue patterns instantly plunged into the surging blue flames and into the beast's body.

Its time began to stand still, its body began to stiffen, and its soul began to tremble.

puff!

The sharp blade pierced the blood-red body, just as it had annihilated all curses, severing its body in two!

I will... grant you death.

As the knight's final pronouncement rang out, fear appeared for the first time in the eyes of the beast whose divinity had been severed.

It looked up at the sky, and at the master who had called it.

But there, only a second full moon.

Sacred and pure.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter 52, The End

The night in Molkens returned to tranquility.

Under the moonlight, everyone finally relaxed and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Igris slowly walked towards the knight, who drew his longsword and turned to look at her.

"Have you found yourself, knight?"

"Do not."

The knight looked at Igris, then suddenly knelt on one knee and offered her his longsword.

“You are the one who guided me to this victory, and I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you.”

Igris stood quietly and gently took the longsword from his hand.

"knight."

Igris handed the sword back to the knight and said in a low voice.

"You've already found a new you, haven't you?"

The knight froze and looked up at Igris.

"So, starting today."

Igris smiled and gently shook the longsword in her hand, which the knight had not taken.

"Nothing can bind you again, knight."

The knight looked at Igris, lost in thought beneath the mask.

But after a long time, he finally accepted the longsword.

The neighing of horses rose not far from him, as if urging him to leave, somewhat impatient.

The knight had a lot more to say, but at this moment he didn't know what to say.

But he was free.

So... he will still have a chance.

"We will meet again."

"I hope that when we meet again, I will be as strong as you."

The knight nodded slightly, then turned and mounted his warhorse, disappearing into the street.

Justice is not a shackle that binds him.