She is not an investigator.

He seemed reluctant to continue the conversation and instead waved to Igris.

"Come on... I'll take you to see them. Do you like musicals?"

"Have not heard."

Igris didn't have those refined tastes, nor did she have the time to look at them.

Perhaps Olivia would be interested? Iglesias didn't know, but she was indeed a genuine heiress.

"Then I guess you probably haven't heard of that name."

Hyde gave a gloomy smile and said in a low voice.

"The Phantom of the Opera".

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Eight, The Phantom

"My beloved...my paradise, my..."

In the dilapidated opera house, a man sitting alone in the audience, admiring the score he had composed, stopped what he was doing and looked at the uninvited guest in the theater.

He was dressed in a gorgeous but dirty costume, and his face was covered by a white mask that completely obscured his features.

He saw Igor Qili (see six) #Haide, whose disgust and boredom soared to the heavens, making even the most beautiful notes in his hand seem tasteless.

"Death is imminent, the death knell is tolling."

He slightly raised his head, looked at the dilapidated opera house, and finally looked at Igris.

"What are you looking for here, or are you trying to retrieve something?"

Igris didn't answer, but looked at Hyde beside her.

Hyde ignored them and sat down in the audience, watching the exchange between the two with great interest.

Igris sighed helplessly and said thoughtfully.

"I want to leave here."

"Is this how it is? In this labyrinth of fate, all you think about is escaping?"

He stood up and slowly walked towards Igris c Four-ball chess Errs VI II silk yu~e% ripples, holding a cane carved with ornate patterns in his hand.

"Come, listen, listen to the lament of this era, listen to the struggle against fate, until you suddenly realize the truth."

Igris shook her head silently, took the hilt of the sword from her pocket, and twirled it between her palms.

“I just want to leave here… I can’t appreciate art, nor can I understand those beautiful notes and emotions, but outside this theater, there are still more things I want to pursue, whether it’s freedom or my life.”

Then, Master Igris pointed the hilt of her sword at the phantom in front of her, and the blade seemed to spring out, pointing at his pale mask.

"Please let me leave."

The Phantom remained silent, then turned to look at Hyde, who was sitting in the audience.

Hyde remained silent, head bowed, watching the two men with interest.

"Then... let's do as you say."

The Phantom slowly reached for his mask, and the next moment, his figure vanished from the theater. The dilapidated but brightly lit theater dimmed, leaving only the light swirling around Igris.

"Kill me, and embrace your future."

Igrishans frowned, listening anxiously to the faint sounds coming from the air purifier, searching back and forth for the Phantom's whereabouts.

He seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving only his voice and the stage behind.

Igris paced back and forth, her leather boots making a crisp sound on the stage, the lights chasing her figure as she wandered around the stage.

The next moment, the lights suddenly turned red, and everything around became exceptionally dangerous and desolate, even the sounds stopped.

The next moment, the lights began to shift, circling the stage under Igris's gaze.

The next moment, the phantom in the gorgeous uniform reappeared, but now she had a dagger in her hand. She rushed over and stabbed at Igris.

This seemingly playful attack had no chance of hitting him. Igris swung her straight sword at him, but the moment the sword struck, his figure turned into a tattered rag and vanished from the spot.

At the same time, a sharp gust of wind suddenly came from behind Igris. Before she could react, Igris raised her straight sword to deflect the attack.

But what fell upon her blade was only a crumpled musical score.

"...!"

Before she could react, a tremendous force came from behind Igris, knocking her heavily to the ground. She rolled three or four times before she could barely stand up.

Not far from her, the Phantom stood quietly on the stage, red lights shining at his feet, as if they were covered with a layer of blood.

The lights spread out rapidly, extending towards Igris, and the Phantom's footsteps moved slowly forward, stepping towards Igris.

Igris raised her straight sword again, took a short breath, and stepped forward once more.

Igris didn't swing her weapon; instead, she crashed directly into the phantom in front of her. The phantom's body dissipated, turning into a blur and disappearing from the spot.

The next moment, a gust of wind flew by, but Igris neither dodged nor avoided it, remaining standing in place and letting the attack come.

She will not be deceived by such attacks a second time.

Unexpectedly, Igris's body was suddenly knocked away and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Duet."

The Phantom reappeared, slowly bowing to Igris, who had fallen to the ground, with a mocking tone.

Igris managed to stand up again, shook her slightly dizzy head, and raised her straight sword once more.

"Is this kind of mocking attack your art?"

The next moment, the Phantom disappeared again. Without hesitation, Igris turned and ran towards the edge of the stage. Behind her, the Phantom reappeared instantly, thrusting out a dagger.

Igris deflected the attack with her straight sword without hesitation, but the phantom's attack also vanished into thin air.

A sharp gust of wind swept in again, heading straight for Igris's face.

But she still didn't dodge or avoid the attacks, letting them fly towards her.

Boom!

Igris was knocked to the ground again, flying towards the center of the stage, looking utterly disheveled.

The Phantom slowly emerged and stopped in front of Igris, its expression beneath the mask utterly mocking.

The dagger in his hand was thrust directly at Igris, who had fallen on the stage, piercing her body.

But in the next moment, Igris's body suddenly vanished.

The phantom froze, instinctively preparing to hide in the void, but the next moment, a straight sword suddenly pierced his chest, making his dirty tuxedo even more tattered.

His body disappeared again, but the lights in the theater slowly came on.

Igris sheathed her sword and looked at Hyde, who was sitting in the audience, clapping softly.

The Phantom reappeared, but his movements became unusually unsteady and heavy.

He looked at Igris in the center of the stage, and Igris looked at him in return.

"I don't understand... how you did it."

"I am a magician."

Igris didn't explain further, but simply extended her hand to the Phantom and smiled politely.

"I won."

"...You win."

The Phantom smiled and slowly walked towards Igris, but did not take her hand.

He removed his mask and placed it in Igris's hand, then his figure quickly vanished into the air, leaving only his voice behind.

"Go, go, leave this place, don't look back."

Igris silently looked at the white mask in her hand, then turned to look at Hyde, who was still sitting in the audience.

"Should we leave now?"

"Of course... it's time to move on to the next stop."

Hyde stood up, looked at the mask in her hand, and chuckled softly.

"The Phantom doesn't refer to a single person; whoever puts on the mask becomes the Phantom."

"He gave this to me, what does that mean?"

"You will eventually leave this place, carrying the desires of the phantoms."

Hyde glanced at the dilapidated opera house behind him and said in a low voice.

"Christine will never return to this theater, and the Phantoms will never be able to leave this place in their lifetime."

"But I can?"

"But you can."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Nine, The Piper

The melodious sound of a symphony reached Igris's ears.

Before her, in a dilapidated street, a young man in an elegant suit stood on a bench, immersing himself in the music, waving his baton and playing an unknown melody.

Iglesias doesn't understand art or music, but she likes this piece.

It seems to represent a lot of emotions and express a lot of things.

In every corner of the street, countless musical instruments hang alone in mid-air, playing music under his direction.

Suddenly, he slowed his movements and looked into his deep blue eyes at the guests who had come across the passage.

"Stranger, why have you come here, and what are you seeking?"

His voice, heavy and sorrowful, seemed to be a direct result of his playing, a deep emotion that had seeped into the soul of Igris.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the music that stopped abruptly left all her words stuck deep in her throat.

It was a yearning for beauty, a desire for the performance to be complete, a longing for this divine symphony to reach its end.

But Hyde suddenly pointed his straight sword at the man in front of him and said in a threatening tone.

"Simon Furs, hailed as the youngest and greatest musician, has captivated countless people with the music played by your orchestras. Some even call you the pinnacle of music."