She is not an investigator.

Only now has he gained true freedom.

The world is vast.

It has always been very big.

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.

"Treat the wounded first! Forget about those cult members! Save lives!"

"What did you say?! I can't hear you! My ears hurt!"

"Someone here needs help! Is anyone there? Someone here needs help!"

After the great battle, the chaotic city returned to order and bustle.

The blood worship (of one church) left only one seed here, but the final consequences were still too much for the city to bear.

Many people were lying on the street; they might be someone's child, someone's parent, or the pillar of a family.

But they ultimately lost their lives because of this ceremony.

Some people will feel sorry for them, but someone also needs to bear the consequences of the sins they committed.

Igris sat wearily on the side of the street, watching the police officers yell and shout, or punch and kick the cult members who had all lost consciousness and become vegetative, venting their anger.

Igris was really tired, but at least the city had a relatively happy ending.

"Yo."

Alex appeared behind her, dragging his badly injured body, and slowly sat down beside her, leaning against her.

Without hesitation, Iglesias pushed Alex away and looked at her with disgust, even though she should have been taken to the emergency room.

"Don't lean on me."

"I'm so badly injured, what's wrong with letting me rest for a while?"

"If the injury is serious, you should go to a doctor, not come to me."

Igris glared at Alex, but Alex just smiled nonchalantly.

“Igris, to be honest, I rarely admire someone this much, but you have truly surprised me. You saved this city, you saved Molkens. What are your thoughts on that?”

"I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen to me again."

"Hahahaha, cough cough cough..."

Alex was laughing so hard that he accidentally aggravated his wound and started coughing violently.

But she couldn't help but smile and look at Igris.

"Thank you."

Seeing Alex suddenly become serious, Igris shook her head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"The one who saved this city is not just me, it's you, it's that knight, it's Constantine."

“Father? But I didn’t see him.”

"Where do you think that moon came from?"

"The moon? What moon?"

Igris looked up at the sky helplessly, but the second full moon in the sky had already disappeared.

"…nothing."

"Hmph... It's alright, I'll find out from him."

Alex stretched and lay down on the ground without a care for getting dirty, looking at the pitch-black sky with a touch of melancholy.

"I rarely trust someone this much; you're the first."

"Should I feel honored for that?"

"certainly…"

She turned her head to look at Igris, her eyes filled with some unreadable emotions.

Igris couldn't understand that look in her eyes, nor did she understand what she was trying to say, so she could only smile politely.

"So this is where you are! We've been looking for you for ages, we thought you were dead! Go, put her on a stretcher."

At that moment, Ling walked over and pointed to Alex, who was lying on the ground, and said to the police officers beside her.

"No! I'm not that badly injured! Let me stay a little longer! Oh!"

Alex was carried away, and Ling sat down next to Igris, looking tired, and sighed.

"Great hero, is there anything you'd like to say?"

“Alex has already asked me that question.”

Igris pursed her lips, but seeing Ling's tired appearance, she couldn't help but smile and say something.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ling paused for a moment, then scratched her cheek, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"This is my duty after all... Sigh, I feel like I owe you more and more favors... How am I going to repay you if this continues?"

"If you're not going to get rid of it, you might as well marry me."

"You said it yourself! I'll take it seriously."

"Just kidding..."

The two exchanged a glance, smiled at each other, and then looked at the end of the street at the same time.

"Is Olivia alright?"

"She's safer than anyone else... You really care about her safety."

“If you gave me twenty-five silver dollars a week as pocket money, I would care about you just as much.”

"My salary isn't even that high..."

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.

[Watered by blood and death, the fruit representing despair attracts not annihilation, but unity, justice, and hope.]

[Title Acquired: Hero of Morkens]

—You will make a better first impression on others.

Note: You saved a city; once again, they should erect a monument to you.

[Title Acquired: The Last Knight]

—Launching a final charge greatly enhances muscle strength, but the body will shatter upon use; limited to once per day.

Note: The Knight has recognized your power; cherish it.

[Title Acquired: Seed of Evil]

—You saved a monster you shouldn't have saved. What will happen? Nobody knows.

Note: You'd better pray that your sanity allows you to continue living.

[Title Acquired: Gaze of the God of Blood]

—He has noticed you.

Note: See that big eye in the sky? Poke it out, and you'll get a camera that monitors you the whole time.

[Title Acquired: Favor of the God of Eternal Night]

—He likes you a little.

Note: This is not good news... but you did receive His help, and you should be able to notice exactly what it was.

[Title obtained: ? ? ? Followers]

—He is your old friend.

Note: You seem to have some unclear entanglement with His enemies, but at least He hasn't forced you to choose sides.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Fifty-Three, The Last Knight (The End)

The crisis in Morkens seemed to have come to an end. After the sacrificial ritual had fully erupted, the believers hidden among the crowd also took to the streets. After He left, these people completely lost their consciousness and thoughts.

These people were victims, but there are still people willing to grieve for their deaths. In any case, this outcome has indeed made things much easier for the Special Investigations Department, so they no longer have to investigate each suspicious person one by one.

The underground inhabitants have returned to their former peace, but the dangers facing the city are clearly not going to be easily overcome.

Winter is coming, and they still need a place to shelter those who have lost their homes in this devastation.

Olivia was unharmed and not even frightened. The only thing she was worried about the safety of Igris was that she was perfectly fine. Just as Ling said, her safety was more important than most people's, so naturally she was not threatened.

It's worth mentioning that it was Constantine who was ultimately injured.

It was no coincidence that he was able to successfully summon the second moon. This summoning without any preparation or ritual almost exhausted his strength and life force, so the moon appeared for a very short time. After he completely fell into a coma, he was forced to break the connection with the moon.

Fortunately, he was unharmed, because Momokawa was there and carried him to the hospital.

The knight's arrival was not accidental. She had said that the knight would be attracted to her special constitution, just like those abnormal beings who were hostile to her. Therefore, the helper that Igris asked her to find was the knight who wandered the wilderness.

At least he did come.

The little white rabbit that Igris rescued is also currently in the hospital.

The name is indeed a bit random, but it really suits her.

After being stripped of her vitality and energy, she no longer exhibited the powerful polluting and dangerous qualities she once possessed.

However, her physical structure is not entirely the same as that of humans, one aspect of which is the amazing self-healing ability she exhibits when she has sufficient physical strength.

With Igris's cooperation, the Special Investigations Department quickly took her away and began observing her to decide whether to treat her like a normal person.

She felt unfamiliar with everything, but she was not unfamiliar with Igris.

This was the first person she met, so Igris would often go to see her, and also to check on a certain Special Investigations Operator who was wrapped up like a dumpling.

Alex was badly injured, but it didn't really matter to her.

The reason for wrapping her in such thick bandages wasn't for any other special reason; it was simply because they were worried she would run around before her injuries had fully healed, so they wrapped her up a bit more to try and restrain her.

At least she really did do that, so much so that there were always a few people guarding the door of her hospital room.