She is not an investigator.

"Her condition is much worse than you think, and it's caused by many different factors at the same time... You probably don't understand what I'm saying, do you?"

Igris shook her head; she really didn't understand.

But that's exactly the effect the man wanted; he wanted Igris to only have a vague understanding of it.

"Alright, go see her. You might never have another chance to see her again."

"Don't say it too soon... I will win."

The man didn't say anything, but just smiled and snapped his fingers. The scene in front of Igris began to change rapidly, and her severed arm miraculously grew back.

The moment Igris came to her side, Mirabelle slowly opened her eyes.

“Igris…? What time is it now… Should we leave?”

She still looked groggy from just waking up, but didn't seem to react in any particular way to the unusual scene around her.

Even when her actions caused thorns to pierce her body and draw blood, she showed little reaction.

Igor probably understood that what she saw as all of this did not exist in Igor's eyes.

But these things actually exist around her, influencing her and hurting her.

"It's still early, why did you suddenly wake up?"

"Ah... um—I think I had a nightmare."

Mirabell blinked, looking hesitant, unsure whether she should speak.

"A little curious."

Igris looked at Mirabelle cooperatively, but her eyes didn't show much happiness.

Mirabelle didn't notice any of this and just continued to recount her dream.

“I dreamt that I was buried in the soil.”

"I am probably dead, dead in some unknown corner, buried in this land."

"But I still have some doubts. I can feel the process of my body gradually decaying, and I can also feel the movement of plants taking root and sprouting in my body."

“I always think that maybe I have some unfulfilled wish, which is why I still retain consciousness, even though I have been buried in the soil.”

"But no one will care, and no one can fulfill my wish, so I will probably remain awake in my grave forever."

"There are many flowers growing on my grave. They are beautiful, and that's probably the only thing that makes me happy."

"Until that day."

Someone has arrived.

"She found me and pulled me out of the cemetery, making me feel as if I had come back to life."

"But slowly, the flowers withered."

"When I came to my senses, the person was gone, and I was buried in the soil again."

"Forever and ever."

The Gods' Fool – The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Twenty-Eight, The False Knight

"Looks like you're ready."

The man in the suit looked at the silent Igris and clapped his hands lightly.

Before we begin, may I ask you a question?

"of course."

"You really have a way to save her, right?"

The man smiled, a very happy smile.

“You remind me of those fools who would sell their souls and make a deal with the devil to achieve their dreams… Yes, of course, I certainly have a way to save her, but only if… I really do it.”

"It's ok."

Igris took a deep breath and drew her weapon.

"No matter what the outcome, I will always try."

I love your confident look!

The man snapped his fingers, and a figure slowly appeared in front of Igris.

"Come on, let's see your next opponent."

As the mist slowly dissipated, a tall figure appeared before Igris, causing her to freeze in place.

The armor was worn out and covered in mud and moss.

The rotten longsword was dull and lacked any edge.

He simply stood there, and an immense pressure pressed down on Igris.

Igris tilted her head slightly, looked at the smiling man, and asked hesitantly.

"Me, playing against the Cavaliers? Really?"

"As compensation, I will not charge any further fees. Now, you can fight at your peak. Come on! Don't let me down... Oh, right, here's your gun back."

"This isn't a matter of disappointment or not..."

Igris found it hard to describe her current feelings, but she did indeed feel the malice coming from the man.

With just the sword and pistol in her hand, how could she possibly fight a knight one-on-one?

"Then... get ready."

"Are you really going to fight!?"

"I'm not kidding—begin!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, Igris immediately raised the pistol in her hand, not daring to relax for a moment.

The knight in front of her slowly began to walk towards Igris.

Gradually, his movements quickened, turning from walking into running, and his speed increased.

Almost instantly, he rushed in front of Igris and drew his sword without hesitation.

Igris raised her gun and fired, trying to slightly slow his charge, but the bullet was deflected by his armor, and the knight continued to charge at full speed.

Igris knew she had no chance of resisting his attack, so she could only try to dodge it.

But the knight gave Igris no chance. Relying on his armor, he relentlessly pursued her, closing the distance with increasing speed and launching continuous attacks no matter how she dodged and weaved.

Igris's physical strength was not good to begin with, and even after some enhancement, it was still difficult for her to face such a high-intensity battle.

She had to find a way to fight back.

Flames? Or...

charge.

Igris stopped in her tracks, turned around at an unimaginable angle, and thrust her straight sword fiercely at the knight's armor.

Cracks quickly appeared in her armor, but it wasn't a serious problem, and the knight's slash had already landed on her.

But the next moment, a surge of flames erupted from Igris's body, rapidly healing the wounds that had just appeared on her body.

"It only requires a small price to pay."

Amidst the flames, Igris's coat also began to burn fiercely and quickly turned to ashes.

But similarly, her body began to slowly lower, and the straight sword in her hand was held upright in front of her chest.

The knight's movements suddenly stopped. He abandoned his attack and quickly created distance, watching Igris, who was engulfed in flames, holding her sword in both hands.

As if sensing something, he struck the exact same pose as Igris.

The longsword was held upright in front of his chest, and boundless power surged rapidly toward the attack.

The raging fire continuously repaired Igris's nearly torn muscles, scorched her body, and ignited her sword.

The knight stood still, nothing could be seen beneath his black mask, nor any conviction.

He was like a true ghost, charging towards death.

Igris swung the sword blade, which was engulfed in flames, and took a step forward as well.

"This move... you taught me."

Igris's pace quickened, her figure becoming almost indistinct amidst the flickering flames, yet her movements remained resolute and earnest.

The next moment, the two rapidly sprinting figures collided with each other, producing a loud clanging sound.

Two figures brushed past each other, back to back, each holding a long sword.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the flow of blood became unusually noisy.

Finally, a figure slowly collapsed to the ground.

The knight turned around and looked at Igris, who was lying on the ground, engulfed in flames.

She lost; her strength was simply insufficient to withstand the knight's charge, even though his charge was devoid of conviction and reason.

But she did lose.

Her muscles were completely torn, her body was covered in wounds, and she was almost exhausted.

Flames licked at her wounds, rapidly restoring her bodily functions, like a loyal dog protecting its master, trying again and again to help her stand up.

But the knight had already reached her side and raised his sword high.

"Looks like it's over."

The man stood at a distance and gently shook his head.

He hated the flames, but he was also looking forward to seeing Igris win.

After all, this was indeed impossible for her.

The knight's longsword fell swiftly, but in that instant, the yellow flames on Igris's body suddenly trembled and instantly turned into a ghostly blue.

The next moment, from within the dark blue flames, the crisp sound of horses' hooves rang out.

The long neighing of the horses broke the last silence of the arena.