She is not an investigator.

Note: You have entered a mysterious arena, where at least three beings are willing to place bets on you.

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: The End!

Now it's time for my favorite part: celebrating the ending!

But there doesn't seem to be much to say, so I'll just post something symbolic.

This volume is short and not very deep, and it introduces a lot of new characters. I know you won't remember them all, but that's okay, because I won't remember them either.

The next volume is already being written, and I plan to write a relatively long novel instead of this kind of short story.

For me, handling long storylines is quite difficult, and I hope nothing unexpected happens while writing them.

You can leave a message here if you have any questions.

Gone.

The Gods' Fool - The Rain: Chapter One, Emily Rida

The streets of Molkens always seem dark and damp.

The moment Igris stepped off the steam train, the dampness of the city made her instinctively pull up her collar again.

This cold, mixed with dampness, caused Iborges to unfortunately burn her warmest coat, leaving her only able to curl up as much as possible to ward off the chill.

Although she had only been gone for less than three days, Igris felt as if a very long time had passed.

Similarly, she is now caught in a dilemma: should she go back to the office and curl up in her warm room to daydream, or go to the hospital to see those patients?

Igris wanted to go to the Special Investigations Department first to see how that newbie was doing.

Igris was quite curious about what would happen to her, since the Special Investigations Department had said that if there were no problems after a period of observation, she could be allowed to live as a normal human being, although she might need someone to take care of and teach her.

That specialist couldn't be Igris, because Igris wasn't with the Special Investigations Department, even though she herself had almost forgotten.

Lost in thought, Igris arrived at the police station, which was under reconstruction.

It seems the place was burned to the ground. Although I don't know who was so inconsiderate, it's clear that after everything was over, the number of people remaining in Molkens is much, much less than before.

Ling has probably gone back too. After all, she only came to provide support, and she should have left after completing her mission.

Constantine didn't know if he had resigned yet. Although he felt that his actions this time should have improved his reputation within the Special Investigations Division, it was also possible that he didn't want to do this job anymore.

"Yo."

A familiar voice called out behind Igris. Since Igris didn't say "yo," there was only one person who would greet her like that.

"I thought your injuries would keep you in bed for a while."

Igris turned her head to look at Alex, and at her body, which appeared to be completely unharmed.

"But you seem to be recovering quite well."

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I don't know who said that, but I've always considered it the truth."

Alex waved to Igris and said with a soft smile.

"Come on, there's not much to see here, unless you're interested in how they're turning this pile of charcoal back into a police station, but I guess you'd rather see the 'kid'."

Igris followed Alex and headed to the underground Special Investigations Department.

In the recent riots, the buildings in the area were preserved, including those of the Special Investigations Department.

As she descended the stairs, a familiar iron gate came into view, and next to it sat a man peeling an apple.

The scene was so familiar that Igris couldn't help but start looking for a crowbar.

"Big sister! Cough cough... I've already reformed."

Dizai still couldn't forget the wounds on his body, especially when Igris kicked him again and again.

That would be best.

Igris gave up looking for the crowbar, and Dizi opened the iron gate and nodded to the two of them.

"He's quite afraid of you."

As they entered, Alex couldn't help but turn to Igris and tease her.

Igris shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"I thought you had finally disciplined him properly."

"At least no one here will dare to mess with you anymore."

Alex led Igris to the door of the observation room and gently waved his hand, indicating that she should stay away for the time being.

Igris didn't understand what she was trying to do, but then she saw Alex inexplicably and furtively open the door to the observation room and cough lightly.

"Cough cough..."

"...?"

Inside the observation room, a nun was talking to Little White. Upon hearing Alex's voice, they both turned to look at her.

"I have good news for you."

Alex waved his hand, signaling Igris to come over now, and Alex stepped aside slightly, pushing Igris to the door.

"She's here to pick you up."

"Pick her up?"

"pick me up?"

Igris's voice rang out along with her questioning voice, and Alex, having anticipated this, clapped his hands and addressed the two of them.

"Based on our observations and experiments, as well as professional testing information, it is clear that she can indeed return to society as a normal person. However, due to her unique circumstances, we still need to implement a series of monitoring measures on her... and because she cannot stay here indefinitely, this task can only be entrusted to you, Igris."

"and many more…"

Igris shook her head, her face full of refusal.

"I just came to see her. You didn't tell me I was going to take her away. Besides... where else could I take her?"

"Now that you've returned here, doesn't that mean you're planning to settle down here?"

"No... the problem is, I don't feel obligated to take care of her, and I'm not good at taking care of anyone. Most importantly... you should at least ask for her opinion!"

Igris turned to look at Little White, who was also staring at her, and asked in a deep voice.

"Now I'm asking you, would you rather come with me to the streets to beg and freeze, or live comfortably here?"

"This kind of multiple-choice question is completely unfair..."

Igris ignored Alex's complaints and looked at her seriously.

She blinked her eyes and gently reached out her hand, which was clenched around her neck, as if she wanted to touch I-Griez's cheek as before, but her retinue was no longer there, so she naturally couldn't.

But she still gave an absolutely affirmative answer.

“I will stay with you. You said I should start a new life.”

"Damn it..."

Igris sighed and turned to look at Alex with a helpless expression.

"I disagree."

"This can be treated as a commission from the Special Investigations Division. Take care of her, and you'll receive a weekly wage of three silver dollars. Are you really not going to consider it?"

Igris raised an eyebrow and said, hands on her hips.

“You may not realize that you are talking to a detective’s assistant who earns a legendary weekly wage of twenty-five silver dollars, so I forgive your shortsightedness.”

Igris is now truly wealthy, able to spend silver dollars like dirt, especially since Seraphim had previously given her three gold notes.

"But I guess you probably can't buy bullets anywhere."

Alex winked at Igris and continued.

"By accepting this commission, you are officially a dispatched agent of the Special Investigations Division, and you are entitled to the same weapons and equipment as the Special Investigations Division."

Alex paused for a moment, then suddenly added.

"If you're still not satisfied, I can give you some... special rewards?"

Igris shivered inexplicably and turned to look at Little White, who was also looking at her.

"Have you named her yet? I still don't know what to call her."

Igris didn't like the name she had chosen, but there really wasn't a choice at the time.

"She gave herself a name."

Alex stroked his chin, frowning as he recalled.

"It seems to be called..."

"Uwihashi".

She looked at Igris and softly read the name.

But Igris shook her head.

"I feel like I'm not as good as Xiaobai."

"..."

"How about I give you a new name?"

Igris sighed, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"From now on, your name will be Amelida, symbolizing hope and new life."

“Emilyrida…”

"You're so cultured?!"

Alex's exclamation was silenced by a fierce glare from Igris, who, after all, had done some research on similar languages ​​and cultures.

She wasn't truly illiterate; Amelida in Latin symbolizes emerald and represents hope and new life, so Igris was quite satisfied with the name she had chosen.

"What do you think?"

But she still had to ask the person involved for their opinion.

“I will follow you, and I will obey all your choices and opinions, and help you... That is the relationship between us.”