She is not an investigator.

Her words were strange, as if she had mixed in some special dialect during her studies, but Igris could still understand what she was trying to say.

In any case, Igris is likely to be quite busy in the days to come.

The Gods' Fool - The Rain: Chapter Two, Back on Track

"However, I've been wanting to ask this for a while now."

Igris looked at the nun who had been sitting quietly there and couldn't help but ask.

"Why is there a nun here?"

"You're the ones who brought her in, have you forgotten?"

Alex closed the door and nodded to the nun, who in turn greeted Igris in return.

"Do you remember me? In that church."

“My memory isn’t that bad, of course. What I mean is… why are you here?”

There's definitely more than one observation room, and there's no need to put two guys who both look a bit dangerous together. If something unexpected happens, it won't be a small matter.

"She has already proven herself harmless, and she is more than happy to help teach, well... Amelida some of the more common sense of life."

Alex added again in a low voice.

"As a human being."

"Okay...you guys really went to great lengths...can I leave now? I haven't gone back since I got off the train."

"Of course, no problem, but I thought you would prefer to spend more time with me."

Igris didn't answer her question, but just looked at her silently, expressionless.

"I was just... joking."

“I know, but your sense of humor reminds me of a friend.”

A friend with a terrible sense of humor.

Alex sighed silently, opened the door to the observation room, and gave Igris some instructions.

"She's still under observation. Although she's capable of living independently... we should still be careful and try to keep her from running around, okay?"

"Of course... although she looks about the same age as me."

"But not in terms of age."

Alex winked at Igris and waved.

"Welcome to visit again next time."

"..."

If she could, Iglesias hoped that her next visit here would truly be for fun, rather than because something else had happened.

The world's disasters always seem to be chasing after her, and she can't escape them no matter what she tries.

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At the door of the office, Iglesias was searching for her key, while Emily Rida stood quietly beside her, seemingly oblivious to the cold despite being dressed in very thin clothes.

Igris was quite envious, because even though she wrapped herself up like a dumpling, she could still feel the damp chill of the city seeping into her clothes.

"You'll live here with me from now on... until Olivia comes back."

Igris would have to ask her boss for his opinion, but by then, she might no longer need to take care of her.

You have a letter.

"A letter? Olivia's, I suppose."

Igris curiously went closer and found an envelope tucked in the crack of the door.

Because the firm didn't have a mailbox and the door was unusually well-sealed, the envelope wasn't directly stuffed inside; instead, it got stuck in the door's crack.

What an irresponsible postman.

Picking up the letter that had been delivered at some unknown time, I thought it was some kind of reward from Olivia, but there was only a thin sheet of paper inside.

This really is just a letter.

"...The watch shop, ah...my pocket watch has been repaired."

Igris had almost forgotten about it. Apparently, the guy came looking for Igris but found the agency closed, so he simply left a letter and told her to pick it up at the store after she saw it.

The watch had quite an unusual origin, although Igris had no idea what it was for.

As she opened the door to the firm with her key, a wave of warmth washed over her, causing Igris to let out a long sigh of relief.

Although the fireplace was not lit, the citywide heating system appeared to have been activated, so the office naturally became one of the places receiving heating.

Igris increasingly felt that her job was somehow fake, probably a compensation for the suffering she had endured in her past life.

Is this where you live?

Amy Rida slowly walked into the office and looked around at the furnishings.

In the end, she chose to sit on the only sofa on the first floor and looked at Igris.

"Will I sleep here?"

"Of course not... The second floor is where I rest; this is where I work."

"Your job? Killing beings like me is your job?"

No, that's not true.

Igris felt she needed to correct her, since, strictly speaking, she was now human.

“Emilida, you need to distinguish yourself from those monsters now. You are human now, just like me, understand?”

"I've never considered myself not human, but like you? Are you really human?"

Amelida was deeply skeptical of this, at least she felt that Igris had no resemblance to normal humans.

Aside from appearance.

But to some extent, her appearance is also somewhat inhuman.

"So, what do you mean?"

"I mean, your job is to kill people?"

That's certainly a good question, but Igris felt that this shouldn't be her main job.

"...I am a detective's assistant, someone who helps detectives solve cases."

Igris smoothed her hair, feeling inexplicably guilty as she said those words.

After all, since she joined the company, what she has done most often is murder.

No…then these cultists shouldn’t be called human beings, so it can’t be considered murder.

Amy Rida nodded thoughtfully, but still asked with some confusion.

“But you… are dangerous, and you always carry weapons.”

Igris looked down at her pistol and said with a smile.

“There are more dangerous people in the world than me, so I carry them with me only to protect myself and the people around me.”

Does that include me?

"Of course I will protect you."

Amy Rida fell silent, seemingly savoring the words of Woeigelis; at least as a human, her experience was still quite limited.

And Igoris also began preparing to take on her work.

Although she didn't need to do this at all, she was now in charge of the shop. Not working all the time would be boring, and working all the time would be tiring, so Igris could work whenever she wanted.

For example, right now.

Igris turned the sign hanging at the door around and changed it to "Open for Business".

The incident in Molkens reportedly had a significant impact, with almost half of the city's lower-class residents disappearing... meaning that almost half of them were cult members who had been successfully proselytized.

The damaged streets appear to be undergoing rapid repairs with the help of the municipal government.

At least this mayor is willing to spend money; it's just unknown how long such good times will last.

Iglesias was quite eager to meet the mayor; it was surprising that someone would be willing to take on such a mess.

Of course, Igris was just thinking about it, since the mayor didn't seem to be in the city at all.

"I wonder if Constantine has been discharged from the hospital yet..."

I'll go to the hospital to ask later.

The Fools of the Gods - The Rainstorm: Chapter Three, The Rainstorm

At noon, after clearly stating that she would not accept commissions from other cities and refusing the only two guests for the day, Igris stopped working for the day.

This is the kind of atmosphere she wants. Everyone comes here just so she can investigate something, not to chat with her for free. This is the kind of work Iris envisions in an agency.

Although only two clients came today and no deals were closed, Igris was still very satisfied.

In fact, this is the normal situation for most agencies. It is even normal for them not to have a single client for two or three days. So apart from a few agencies that are really well-known in the industry, other private investigators rarely make money.

At most, they might do things like finding lost cats and dogs, posting missing person notices, or stalking and catching adulterers.

But Igris doesn’t want to do either of them, so she’s really free right now.

"Emilyda? Let's go out to eat."

Igris stood up and looked at Emily, who was curled up on the sofa and looked almost asleep.

Upon hearing Igris's call, she opened her eyes and looked at Igris, asking in a low voice.

Why go out to eat?

"…What?"

“Igris, can’t you cook? They told me that eating out is more expensive than cooking, and for our future, we should avoid eating out as much as possible.”

Igris was stunned, suddenly finding it hard to imagine what kind of common sense she had acquired during this time.

"Of course I can cook, but then we'll have to clean up the dishes, which will waste a lot of time. It's more cost-effective to eat out."