She is not an investigator.

But Igris couldn't laugh.

She didn't know how to get Mirabelle away from here, but she didn't want Mirabelle to die like this.

Is she really destined to live in a place like this for the rest of her life?

Igris wasn't asleep; she was considering all the possibilities.

Until dawn.

……

Mirabelle was fast asleep, while Igris left the room alone and went to the basement of the manor.

She was thinking about a problem.

If Mirabelle's body may have been corrupted by the existence of the Book of Answers, would directly destroying the book really save her?

The answer is uncertain.

But Iglesias is probably certain of another thing.

She needs an answer.

This book can give her the answers she wants.

Igris knew, or rather, she understood better than anyone, that this taboo should not be touched.

But she seemed to have no other choice.

She didn't want Mirabelle to be trapped here for the rest of her life, nor did she want anything to happen to her.

They had only known each other for less than three days.

"Mirror Demon".

"You finally remembered me? What do you need me for?"

"Help me find out if there are any ancient books here."

Looking for something?

"Two people searching is always more efficient than one person searching alone."

"That makes sense..."

……

They gained nothing.

There is nothing here, not even ancient books or any other kind of books.

It's empty here, with only trash and clutter.

Igris then came up with another idea.

That cemetery.

If she is searching for something and can get a response, then it is that cemetery.

Give her a second chance.

……

Before the group of tombstones, Igris gazed at the various proverbs carved on them, praying that the mist would return, hoping that a figure would appear again to ask what she longed for.

But there aren't that many second chances in the world.

6一q is 1虾r思师観 Therefore, she did indeed wait for the fog.

But what appeared before her was another figure with a wicked sense of humor.

"Come on, what are you thirsting for? Knowledge, power, or wealth?"

A white-haired man in a suit stood before Igris, surrounded by thick fog from which nothing else could be seen.

Once again, they met.

But Igris was not happy.

"What exactly are you?"

"Demon, perhaps this will make you a little happier. I'm willing to accept your price, and then... grant you some of your little wishes."

He stood up straight and snapped his fingers lightly.

The surrounding mist dissipated, transforming into a familiar scene.

That was Mirabelle; she was still fast asleep in bed, sleeping soundly.

"Do you want to save her? I can help you, as long as you can pay a price that satisfies me... Isn't that familiar? Like the Tear of the Ocean that you shattered, the only remaining wishing machine in the world."

"...You're lying to me. Your mouth is full of lies. Even last time, you didn't tell the truth."

Igris frowned as she looked at Mirabelle in the picture.

"But I had no choice, did I?"

“You’re a smart man. Everything in this world has its price. If you want to save someone’s life, do you think you can afford to pay a price equal to that life, Aaron?”

"That name no longer belongs to me."

She took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"I am Igris now."

"Whatever, come on, Igris. Let's see just how far you're willing to go for this complete stranger."

The man in the suit snapped his fingers again, and the surrounding mist spread outwards, transforming into a spacious and flat, eerie place.

"Come on, meet your friends... Oh right, I almost forgot."

The man in the suit snapped his fingers again and asked in a low voice.

"Now, you need to pay a price for this... Come on, choose one, an arm, a leg, or... a pair of eyes?"

He clapped his hands and looked at Igris with great anticipation.

"You always have to make some sacrifices to face your former defeated opponents, don't you?"

Before Igris, a blood-red figure slowly stood up, the spear in his hand gleaming coldly, making one tremble involuntarily.

"Aren't you going to make a choice yet? Do you want me to choose for you?"

“…I choose, the arm.”

"Ha, of course."

With the snap of the man's fingers, Igris' left arm suddenly broke off, leaving a remarkably clean wound.

The intense pain caused Igris to groan, but she still gritted her teeth and looked at the terrifying figure in front of her.

"The rules of the game are simple. Next, you will have one-on-one duels with three of your former defeated opponents. If you win, I will grant your wish; if you lose, your soul will be forever at my disposal, sinking into oblivion... Of course, to make this performance more interesting, you will need to make some trade-offs before each battle... Of course, if you are killed outright, the performance will still be boring, so as compensation, when you lose something, other parts will be slightly enhanced... Fair enough, right?"

Igris took a deep breath, the blade in her hand snapped open, and she gripped it tightly.

"Looks like you can't wait any longer? Alright... then, let the performance begin!"

The next moment, a spear shot through the air and flew towards Igris.

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"Roar!"

"whispering sound…"

Igris dodged the thrown spear, feeling the unprecedented power her body possessed, and couldn't help but flex her wrists.

If that's the case, then solving it would be an extremely simple matter.

The premise is that she can avoid being affected by her severed arm.

Igris sheathed her straight sword, knowing that it was a weapon that would be difficult to harm.

But she also knew where this guy's biggest weakness lay.

"Your weapon is mine now...!"

Igor Yueli*Siyi pulled out the spears that were embedded in the ground, and with a slight exertion of her arm, pointed them at the butcher in front of her who had drawn his broadsword.

How long has it been since she felt this kind of power? Her weak body is almost making her forget what her previous fighting style was like.

It's okay, the other party will find out soon.

"bring it on…"

Igris took a sudden step forward and charged straight at the butcher who was holding a knife.

It swung its cleaver horizontally and then slashed at Igris as she charged at it.

Normally, Igris would have a hard time reacting to such an action, and even if she did, she would have a hard time making a response.

But now, her body is stronger than ever before. Even if losing an arm would slightly disrupt her balance, the impact would be negligible.

Her body slid down suddenly, her slender and agile body dodging the attack and quickly sliding towards the butcher.

The next moment, she thrust the spear in her hand upwards, instantly piercing its chest.

Igris quickly rolled backward to create distance, while raising her pistol and warily looking at the butcher who had been hit.

Just as she had predicted, the butcher did not lose his life from the attack; instead, he became even more manic and aggressive.

It pulled the spear straight from its chest and raised its arm high again.

Igris stared intently at its movements, and the instant the spear slipped from its hand, she swiftly rolled away to dodge.

call out!

The spear cut through the air with a clear whooshing sound, landing right where Igris had just stood.

All its attacks were like jokes, almost full of flaws. Igris drew her spear again and, using the same tactic, walked straight towards the butcher wielding his longsword.

It is a monster, incapable of strategizing, only capable of killing according to its instincts.

Even if another enemy like that came, Igris wouldn't feel too much pressure.

However, it is really hard to kill. Its physical strength is extremely high, and it can only be damaged by its own ultimate weapon. This makes it difficult for Igris to kill it directly in one go with just its attacks. Moreover, its stamina is always more terrifying than that of an ordinary person. If you fight a war of attrition, Igris may be the one at a disadvantage.

But she's more curious about something else now.