She is not an investigator.

Simon Vers paused for a moment, then gently waved his baton, and the mournful strings began to play softly. He then looked at Igris.

"Wisdom, strength, or wealth."

"...!"

Igris suddenly realized what was happening, and the strange feeling she had just experienced dissipated, but she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

She paused for a moment, then answered with feigned composure.

"I long to leave this place."

Boom!

The dull percussion music rose with the man's movements, and a dangerous atmosphere began to permeate the dilapidated street.

"Then, let's listen."

His baton swung again, and the instruments floating in mid-air began to play in unison.

"The performers have entered... Now, the real show begins."

"Go and listen to the gifts that belong to God."

"Listen to the essence of this music."

"Listen to the deepest secrets of the universe."

"In the palace of chaos, follow in the footsteps of the piper."

"A glimpse...of the ultimate universe."

……

A distorted and chaotic scene appeared before Eileen Greenlis's eyes. Whether it was music or fog, everything seemed to have drifted far away from her.

Slowly, her vision began to return, and slowly, she regained feeling in her limbs.

She arrived at a strange place with only a table and two chairs. Igris sat in one of the chairs, and opposite her, in the darkness, sat a woman whose face was covered by a fan.

Her beauty almost made Igris momentarily lose her composure, but she quickly regained her senses and realized her predicament.

"We meet again."

The woman chuckled softly, looking at Igris's puzzled expression with a strange gaze, and sighed gently.

"You really do bring me some...surprises, musician who listens to Him. Have you ever considered what might actually happen?"

"You saved me."

Igris didn't utter a question, but rather a statement, because she knew whoever the person in front of her was, but it did give Igris a chance to think.

"Of course you can thank me a lot for your support, but you have more to do with things, and you'd better hope that those things don't come together and explode."

Her fan covered her face, but her eyes blinked slightly, making her look mischievous and cute.

"I don't know."

“You have a nasty burnt smell on you, I hate that guy… Alright, it’s time to let you go.”

She suddenly waved the fan in her hand, but before Igris could see her face clearly, everything around her quickly faded away and was rapidly covered by mist.

Slowly, the dilapidated, weeping streets reappeared, and the man who had been playing music in front of Igris stopped playing at some point. With blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Igris with a somewhat relieved smile.

Igris looked down and saw that she was holding the straight sword tightly in her hand, which was piercing the man's chest.

The surrounding floating musical instruments crashed down, and Igris stepped back, watching as the man collapsed helplessly to the ground, lifeless.

Hyde stepped forward, turned the body over with one foot, pulled out the straight sword, and handed it to Igris.

"What are you spacing out for?"

"I...killed him?"

"if not?"

Igris took the weapon from Hyde's hand and shook her head, puzzled.

"I...I don't understand what just happened...I think I lost consciousness."

"That's normal, but you did the right thing."

Hyde looked at the man on the ground and sneered.

"He was a genius, a greedy genius. To protect this title, he sold his soul to the gods and gained musical talent that was hard for ordinary people to understand. But even when he finally died, his soul would play endlessly, and his body could not find peace."

How do you know...?

"Everyone here knows each other, and I know them just as they know me."

He scratched his curly hair and said somewhat impatiently.

"There's nothing else here. If you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better leave quickly."

"Since you know him... could you tell me what that god's name is?"

Hyde looked up at Igris and asked in return.

Why do you want to know this?

"I'm a... uh, a theologian?"

"Tsk, you've already changed jobs three times since you came here."

He was a little annoyed, but he didn't say anything. He just scratched his head and said somewhat awkwardly.

"The Angel of Music, Trunnimbra".

"…oh."

I've never heard of Igris. She doesn't seem to be a deity who appears often, and it's unlikely that any cults or similar entities would ever emerge from her presence.

"So, we can go now?"

"Of course, but how much longer am I supposed to stay here...?"

"You'll be leaving soon; this should be your last stop."

Igris forced herself to stay alert and asked with some curiosity.

"So these are all... people buried here?"

"The gravedigger is not just guarding the cemetery, nor just that one cemetery... Perhaps you will find out later, it doesn't matter... Now it's time to test your learning results."

"Learning outcomes...?"

"Live under his thumb, then leave this place."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Ten, The Ripper

In the dimly lit street, the fog seemed to have thickened a little.

This place looks a lot like the streets of Molkens, only darker and more chaotic.

The streetlights along the roadside shone with a faint light, flickering from time to time, as if they were about to go out.

Igris suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the scene; at least she was indeed familiar with this kind of terrain.

"Who lives here? Are they as special as they are?"

Igris turned to look at Hyde, but Hyde had vanished behind her, leaving only a thick fog.

Now she is all alone.

"All right…"

Igris touched the pistol at her waist. Although she had some doubts about whether her weapon would be of any use here, she gave up on that idea and instead took out the hilt of the sword that Hyde had left her.

The hilt of the sword instantly sprang to life with the movement of her hand, and Igris turned the straight sword in her hand, gripping it in reverse, and slowly walked deeper into the area.

The darkness did not affect her much; at least for her, darkness was her domain, even in a place like this.

Igris moved very lightly and did not try to approach the only light source in the area, the street lamp. Instead, she cautiously scanned her surroundings.

Everything here gave her a sense of familiarity yet also a feeling of danger, making her extremely wary of it all.

However, soon, clear footsteps came from directly in front of her.

In the darkness, a tall, slender figure slowly walked towards Igris, seemingly unaware of Igris lurking in the darkness, and continued forward on his own.

He was wearing a somewhat worn-out old-fashioned suit and a top hat that looked particularly comical due to its damage and dust. His face was completely covered by a tattered piece of cloth, making it impossible to see his features.

He seemed to be in a very good mood. As he walked, he hummed a strange tune, flipping the scalpel in his hand up and down, completely absorbed in his work.

"A doctor...?"

Igris could sense that something was wrong with him; a peculiar aura made her subconsciously perceive his danger and immense malice.

Unlike Hyde's obvious madness, he appeared remarkably calm and elegant, yet every movement seemed to tug at everyone's nerves, and beneath his calm exterior lurked a man-eating beast.

Slowly, he passed by Igris and continued walking into the distance, without noticing her hidden in the darkness.

Watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance, Igris took a deep breath, straightened up, and turned to look at the endless street.

She didn't know where to go or what to do, and Hyde, the only person who could be her guide, had also disappeared at this moment.

Perhaps she should consider catching up with that man who looked dangerous and saying hello to him?

After all, he seemed to be the only living thing in the area.

Are you looking for me?

A chilling laugh suddenly came from behind Igris. A strong sense of crisis instantly jolted her nerves, causing her to instinctively lower her head and swing her straight sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Igris used the momentum to create distance, rolling around and turning her head to look at the figure that had suddenly launched the attack.

It was that man, holding a delicate, short scalpel in his hand, which had just unleashed an unusually terrifying power. Even Igris's counterattack had no effect on this inconspicuous little object.

Ibagris didn't know what kind of "dove-handed sword technique" could withstand this attack, but she only knew that she seemed to be in danger at this moment.

"A brilliant counterattack."

He seemed surprised that Igris could retaliate to this extent, and instead laughed happily, even clapping his hands.

"I thought it was a mouse... Beautiful lady, why have you come here, and what are you looking for?"

Just like everyone Iglis had ever met, he asked the same question, and Iglis gave the same answer.