She is not an investigator.

"I'll chat with Silas for a bit, then I'll be back in a bit."

"Ok."

Mirabelle should be happy, after all, she has a cousin who takes such good care of her.

Igris tugged at her collar and walked out of the room.

The gravedigger might offer her some small explanations for the strange events she experienced.

At least, Hyde felt he knew.

With light and quick steps, Shi Shangeli arrived at the edge of the cemetery and gently knocked on the tightly closed wooden door.

A rustling sound came from inside, and after a while, Silas opened the door, glancing left and right to make sure no one else was there.

"You seem a little nervous? Did something happen?"

Silas didn't say anything, but simply stepped aside, gesturing for Igris to come inside and talk.

Igris followed them into the small cabin and, at Silas's prompting, sat down in the only chair inside.

As Silas closed the door, he sighed and looked at Igris.

"You have something you want to ask me... right?"

"Since you already know, I don't want to waste my time."

Igris crossed her legs and casually propped up her chin, but her gaze became unusually sharp.

How much do you know about this cemetery?

"..."

Silas remained silent for a moment, glancing at Igris's expression every now and then, shifting his body uncomfortably from time to time, before finally sitting back on the bed and asking nervously.

"Before I answer, I need you to answer some questions for me."

"You said."

"What...did you see over there?"

Igris's heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze became more aggressive as she scrutinized the old man in front of her who was almost half buried in the ground.

"A madman, a blur, a corpse, and a murderer."

Silas swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pulled an exquisite wooden box from under the bed.

The box was covered in dust, as if it hadn't been opened in a long time, but Silas didn't care about the dust. He opened the box and showed Igris what was inside.

A sword hilt, a mask, a broken baton, and a blood-stained scalpel.

"These... are what you wanted."

Igris was very familiar with these things, especially the sword hilt. She even knew how to use it and who its owner was.

"Is this for me?"

"You took this yourself..."

Igris was silent for a moment, then took all the items out of the box and put them in her pocket.

She didn't know what these things were for, but they would be useful eventually.

"Now, tell me... what exactly is this tomb?"

“A grave…it’s just a grave.”

Silas pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

"It buries many lives, those souls that shone brightly and could not be erased in life, those wounds that are difficult to heal even when returned to the earth. It contains all of these, waiting for the person performing the ritual to come... to liberate them, or to bury them all together."

"So, here's the question."

Igris raised an eyebrow, and the scalpel in her hand began to spin rapidly, mimicking Jack's movements, as she spoke in a low voice.

"Who is the one performing the ritual, me?"

"..."

Silas nodded, then shook his head.

"The person performing the ritual is... Igris."

"Isn't that me?"

"you are not."

Igris's eyes narrowed slightly, her hands stopped moving, and she stared intently at the old man in front of her, at the nominal gravedigger.

"Then who am I?"

"...I don't know, it could be a wandering ghost, it could be a fallen hero, but whoever it is, you are not her... She died long ago, at the moment the ritual was completed."

Igris suddenly remembered many things, including the bathtub filled with blood that she had noticed when she regained consciousness.

"Her body, her soul, is the ritual itself... After her death, her soul dissipated into time, but her body continued to pray day and night, calling for the gaze of the gods."

clang!

The scalpel slammed into the table, interrupting Silas's words, and Igris's gloomy expression came into his view.

Tell me about her.

Silas looked at the Qi II Shan Ming Shi Jiu Qi (3) Si Shu Dao, then at Igris's gloomy expression, and nodded slightly.

"Everything... all started with her birth."

……

Igris was born into a relatively happy family.

At least for this era, it is indeed a relatively happy one.

Her mother died shortly after her birth due to her frail health, and she was raised by her father.

But his father did not blame Igris for her existence; he loved her and his only child.

But she was destined to be extraordinary.

Igris had no surname, and no one wanted to mention the character that terrified everyone, so she had a nice-sounding name.

Iglesias Selena.

Even so, she still couldn't escape the weight of that surname.

Disaster followed her throughout her growth, like a shadow.

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Fourteen, Her Past

That year, her father left her.

The mine disaster was by no means accidental; like every misfortune that happened around her, it was a tragedy that was destined to happen and was engraved in her fate.

Her birth came at an irreparable cost, and as she grew older, the gazes upon her became more numerous and heavier.

"She couldn't escape that gaze, even if she tried to pretend she didn't see it."

She was like a caged bird, or a violet living in a greenhouse; she could not decide her own fate, and could not even choose between life and death.

"Having lost her father and left her familiar home, she came here, to this manor, and was taken care of by the owner of this place, who is also her aunt."

But the shadow always follows her, and those who live around her are never spared.

"She was an unfortunate child, unable to find true love, and everyone who approached her seemed to have some ulterior motive..."

Scripture, engraving, classical, mysterious.

During her life in this castle, she was forced to confront the very things she had been running away from.

Mysticism.

And so, she glimpsed the truth.

The greatness hidden among the stars, and the gazes of those who are benevolent or malevolent.

This is not what she wants, but it is what her aunt has been pursuing.

"In the end, she was kicked out of her home, while her aunt became obsessed with these myths, trying to find the hope that existed in despair and madness to save herself and the family name."

She failed.

Failure always happens, no matter how many people try or even give their lives.

This place was abandoned again, having lost its owner and its reason for existence, but the guy who pursued hope couldn't even preserve his body.

Apart from the cemetery and the elderly gravedigger, nothing else remains here.

"But the shadow follows you everywhere."

Her very existence is a ritual for communicating with the upper realms; wherever she goes, her soul can find no peace.

So she left the engraving.

It left its mark on one's body and soul.

She cried out for the existence that could save her, yearning for true freedom and liberation.

And so he came.

"So, I came."

Igris looked at her slender hands, then turned to the gravedigger in front of her.

"What exactly is that curse, and what is that surname?"

"You should have realized long ago the disasters and predicaments that have been constantly happening around you since you awoke, as well as those events that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people..."

Silas did know a lot, but he was unwilling to tell Igris that surname; perhaps for him, it was something he could simply keep to himself.

"What about Mirabelle? She's my cousin. If all my blood relatives are destined to die tragically, what about her? Will she too?"

"I don't know...maybe you'll have to ask her yourself."

Silas shook his head, but still asked hesitantly.

"Before this... who exactly were you?"

"..."