She is not an investigator.

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"You said I helped the people here realize their dreams and aspirations, and received a precious reward... But what about my reward? Where is it? From the moment I came in until now, besides this transforming sword and a mask, I haven't received anything else, have I? And that mask is ridiculously ugly..."

From Igris's perspective, the Phantom's mask was indeed not very aesthetically pleasing. Its pure white appearance and unadorned design made Igris feel that her own aesthetic sense had been downgraded just by wearing it.

"Ha-qun.../I'm interested in flirting, but didn't you say yourself that you don't want anything, you just want to leave this place? (Sigh)"

"That's true, but I did help you, didn't I? So, was my payment stolen?"

"Kill me and I'll tell you."

"The dead can't talk."

"Tsk."

Hyde clicked his tongue, scratched his head, and said somewhat irritably.

"Does the technique I taught you count?"

Igris nodded, then looked at Hyde expectantly again, as if hoping he would say something else to prove that she hadn't wasted half a day here.

"That sword... now belongs to you too."

"Oh!"

Igris really liked the sword; it was cool and easy to carry.

"And then... that mask..."

"That doesn't count."

Why doesn't it count?

Hyde seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but Igris was even more dissatisfied.

"It's too ugly."

"...Well, uh."

He suddenly stopped and began to seriously consider what else Igris had truly gained.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight."

"You never expected this!"

Hyde suddenly charged forward, seemingly enraged, and launched an attack.

Igris hurriedly raised her sword hilt, flicked out the blade, and swung her hand to slash at his weapon as well.

"Be serious... I won't hold back this time."

Heideju's movements quickened once more, the blade sliding rapidly across Ishtar's weapon before suddenly springing back and stabbing straight at her body.

Izzy Grissom turned her umbrella around and gripped her sword in a reverse grip, dodging the thrust with a sideways movement. Using a three-position backhand grip, she swiftly closed the distance, not intending to clash with her weapon again.

She was far weaker than Hyde, but she had her own advantages, namely better physical coordination.

In the slightest movement, her father's control over the paint would be stronger than Hyde's, for example, the impact when the distance is closed.

The next moment, her fist slammed into Hyde's body, but Hyde turned and slashed at her fist with his sword.

It was obviously unwise to let flesh collide with metal, but Igris slightly rotated her wrist, holding the straight sword in reverse and blocking the attack to the side of her arm.

Using the force of the impact, her body quickly bent down and moved directly from his side to behind him.

By this time, it was too late for Hyde to create distance. He easily knocked away Igris's straight sword, but the pistol in Igris's hand was already pressed against the back of his head.

"I won."

“This is not something I taught you.”

"But I won. Fighting isn't just about swordsmanship. I'll have more options and more possibilities. Until I learn how to deflect bullets with my blade, my real weapon will always be this gun in my hand."

Hyde sighed and slowly raised his hands.

"Perhaps you are indeed an assassin, willing to do anything for victory in battle, but your learning ability is equally amazing, at least in combat."

"I'm always learning new things."

Igris put away her pistol and did not fire.

She hadn't actually intended to kill Hyde; if she could, she would have preferred to find another way to leave.

But will it really happen?

"That sword belongs to you now, so you'd better take good care of it. You are indeed fit to be its master... its new master."

Igris picked up the straight sword that had been knocked away from the ground, tucked the blade back in, and put it in her pocket.

"Now... is it time for me to leave?"

"of course."

Hyde straightened his hunched figure slightly and slowly walked towards Igris, handing her the hilt of his sword.

"Come on, take it with you."

"…All right."

Igris accepted the gift, but in the next moment, the hilt of the sword in her hand suddenly sprang out uncontrollably, and the blade instantly pierced into Hyde's body in front of her.

The sword pierced his body, and blood slowly flowed down the lines of the blade, landing on the ground.

Hyde smiled and seemed to say something more, but Igris didn't hear anything more until his body fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

She tried to pull Hyde back and attempted to save him in her own way, but Igris seemed to have lost control of her own body.

Everything around me quickly receded and faded away.

The mist returned, enveloping Igris's body and obscuring her vision.

Everything dimmed vanished without a trace, and the blinding sunlight (light six) fell upon Igribas's peripheral vision, slowly pulling her consciousness back.

The fresh scent of earth mingled with the chilly air, causing Igris to shiver involuntarily.

Before her, the clean and tidy tombstone still sat quietly in the same place, just as when she arrived.

"Igris?"

The familiar voice pulled her back to the present. She turned her head and looked at Mirabelle, who was sitting quietly in a wheelchair. Suddenly, she felt a little dazed.

She seemed to have experienced a lot, but when she came to her senses, everything seemed to have remained unchanged.

She still strolled around the cemetery with her sister Qi (in the fourth village) and listened to the elderly gravedigger tell his story.

Igris didn't know how to describe the feeling. It was like the first time she accidentally inhaled the spores of a sunset sunflower. Time seemed abnormal to her, yet perfectly reasonable.

The weight of history made her suddenly feel that everything in front of her was both strange and familiar, yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

In the end, she just smiled and didn't say anything.

"The weather is already very cold."

Silas pondered for a moment, then looked at the thinly dressed Igris and gently gave her his instructions.

"Go back inside, it'll be warmer in the room, don't catch a cold."

Igris looked at Mirabelle, who was wearing her coat, and the latter nodded in agreement with Silas's suggestion.

Igris looked too thin; the temperature could easily make her sick.

"of course."

Igris took a step and gently pushed Mirabell's wheelchair towards the interior of the manor.

Silas watched Igris's retreating figure silently as he slowly walked into his cabin.

The sun still hangs in the sky, and everything here seems unchanged, yet it also feels like a lot has happened.

Some things that happened in the past.

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“Igris…you look like you have something on your mind.”

In Mirabell's room, she sat on the bed, looking at Igris staring blankly out the window with some concern.

In her eyes, Iglesias seemed to have only gone out for a stroll, but her expression was no longer as relaxed as before; instead, it had become somewhat... heavy.

Although she still didn't show it on her face, Mirabelle could still sense the change in her.

"It's just your imagination."

"It's not an illusion."

Mirabell frowned and said very seriously.

“I’m a little worried about you… If you have any difficulties, can you talk to me about it? Although it’s not nice to say it like this… I am still your older sister.”

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Igris suddenly smiled, crossed her arms, and looked at Mirabelle.

"It hasn't been that long, and you're already starting to act like an older sister to me?"

"This isn't an act of arrogance...! I'm genuinely worried about you!"

"Don't worry."

Igris stood up, looking at Mirabelle's worried expression, and somewhat awkwardly smoothed her hair.

"I'm an adult, after all, and I can manage my emotions."

"You're an adult?!"

"...?"

Does Igris look like a minor?

"I'm sorry...that's not what I meant..."

"Just take that as a compliment on my youth."