She is not an investigator.

Actually, it's just that Igris has money now and wants to experience the pleasure of eating lavish meals every day, and she's too lazy to cook and wash dishes.

Most importantly, the food she cooks is only edible, so she doesn't like eating what she makes.

"But I want to eat the food you make."

Emily didn't get up; she remained slumped on the sofa, quietly watching Igris.

"Then I can go out by myself, and leave you here alone to starve."

"If I starve to death, they'll probably come after you."

"They won't. They'll just think you're still unable to adapt to life in human society."

Igris and Amelida stared at each other, neither giving in.

Igris doesn't plan to cook for herself, but Emily wants to eat what Igris makes.

The two were locked in a stalemate until there was a knock on the office door.

"I'm sorry, we're not open right now... Oh, it's you."

Igris noticed the figure at the door, went to the door, and gently opened it.

"I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. How is Daphne?"

"Hmm...is she alright? At least her appetite has improved."

Serafina looked around the agency and said with some surprise.

"This place is more... uh" than I thought.

"Cozy?"

"...even more dilapidated."

The words were a bit harsh, but since the other person, like Olivia, was also a wealthy young lady, Igris could understand.

"So you came here just to say hello, or to do business?"

"I just wanted to see you. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Igris would welcome her, provided she doesn't come looking for her during this mealtime.

"As you can see, it's my break time now, and we're going out to get something to eat."

"No, she's just planning to go out for something to eat."

Amy Rida huddled on the sofa and spoke in a muffled voice.

Serafina then noticed that there was another person there and looked at her with some curiosity.

"Hello…?"

"Nice to meet you. My name is Emily, and I'm from...I'm from...I'm from?"

Amelida's words caught in her throat as she looked at Igris, seemingly unsure how to address her in relation to Igris.

“She is…my distant relative, temporarily staying with me.”

Igris gave what seemed like a flimsy excuse, but Serafina wouldn't ask any more questions; at least Igris was willing to make up an excuse for her.

"You can call me Serafina, and honestly... you're so beautiful."

Emilyda's body lost its divinity, but her appearance remained flawless, which is a major reason why she still doesn't look human. After all, even the most beautiful people have some minor flaws.

For example, Igris's hair is always a bit unruly.

Thank you, you are beautiful too.

Amelida nodded politely, seemingly having learned some basic etiquette for interacting with others, such as hello, thank you, and goodbye.

But she never said that to Igriese, and Igriese felt a little resentful.

"Sorry, we'll have to talk again later. I really need to go eat now."

Igris turned to look at Emily, who was still not moving, and couldn't help but frown.

"Uh...actually, I do have some other things to do."

Igris turned her head, composed herself, and forced a somewhat stiff smile.

"Go ahead."

Every word she uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, and she appeared full of resentment.

Serafina instinctively shrank back and whispered.

“Remember… those [treasures] we talked about before? Talia told me you did it, so I guess you'd be willing to help us again.”

Igris raised an eyebrow, her expression turning serious.

"Explain in more detail?"

“I knew you would agree… Actually, we didn’t find any real information, just a few clues… Rain.”

"rain?"

Serafina nodded and continued.

"That thing seems to affect the rain, but what exactly it is is still unclear. However, the affected rain causes things in the rain to experience a brief and unstable... regression. This regression doesn't have a fixed timeframe; it could be a few years, a few decades, or even a few centuries... But the effect is real, and after the rainstorm ends, those things from the past will still remain, but similarly..."

Will things eroded by the torrential rain disappear?

"It's not that it disappeared, it's that it was transferred."

Serafina explained with a serious expression.

"It will be transferred back to the history of the ancient city of Panamania, but for now, it seems that this rainstorm will only affect living things."

"I'm still very curious, how did you know?"

Igris tapped her fingers absentmindedly on the table and asked, raising her eyes slightly.

"Based on seniority, background, age, and ability, you are far behind professional departments like the Special Investigations Division, yet you always seem to be able to discover these strange things? To be honest, it makes it hard for me not to be suspicious of you."

"Ah, of course I understand your doubts."

Serafina had anticipated this, since compared to official organizations, their team could hardly be called an organization at all.

But they have some advantages that no one else can match.

"You've seen those keys, haven't you?"

"Of course, so what?"

"We do not know the true name of that key, but we call it the Key of Revelation, and its function is just as its name suggests."

Serafina placed a silver key on the table in front of Igris and said softly.

"Moon~Ripple*First=Start|It guides us to collect more keys."

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Four, seems pretty good?

"Didn't you consider handing it over to more professional people?"

Igris crossed her arms and looked at Serafina in front of her, offering a reminder.

"For example, the police."

"Why do this?"

"This will be more efficient, and also safer for you."

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but that's not the kind of grand theory I want to hear."

Serafina shook her head and continued.

"This revelation is not just about the next possible disaster; its significance is incomparable to anything that safety can offer. We need this revelation as our motivation and courage to continue living and even fight for it. Therefore... we will not entrust it to anyone."

"Oh…"

Igris chuckled softly.

"I don't know who was so scared when they first met me that they revealed the names of all their companions."

"That's different! When you're carrying a weapon, and you look dangerous! Even the police and medical personnel wouldn't point a sharp, straight sword at someone..."

Serafina blushed slightly, but still stubbornly retorted.

Igris could understand; after all, in this day and age, there wouldn't be many people carrying such a dangerous weapon. They would either be extremists or even more extreme individuals.

This is different from carrying a gun. After all, the reason for carrying a gun is most likely to be for self-protection, but no one would go out specifically to carry a straight sword for self-protection.

Most of them are used for killing people.

"So that revelation... revealed something more?"

"That's all. Otherwise, I would say it's a revelation. It's always like this, vague and unclear... I can't understand a thing."

Serafina sighed helplessly, but still gave her some advice.

"But in any case, it's best to avoid getting wet in the rain as much as possible. After all, we don't know if those who were eroded by the rain will ever come back. What if you were eroded too..."

"Then I hope I can go to a relatively peaceful era."

"I'm not joking!"

"I don't have any either."

Igris winked mischievously, then walked towards the gate to greet Serafina.

"Alright, that's all for today. I'll let you know if I have any clues, but you'd better stay indoors as much as possible to avoid getting wet in the rain."

Serafina wanted to say something more, but Igris had already ushered her out and closed the door behind her.

It was clear she really didn't want to talk anymore.

I'll come back to see you tomorrow!

Serafina called out to the agency, then silently left.

Watching her departing figure, Igris finally turned to look at Emily, who was still curled up on the sofa, motionless.

"I won't give you many chances. You only have two choices: come out with me or starve."

What is your relationship with her?

"what?"