She is not an investigator.

Until Igris revealed the end of the story.

"You are already dead."

"I... am dead?"

The woman stared blankly at Igris, then couldn't help but laugh.

"That's not funny... Your story is quite good, but I'm clearly not the female lead. I don't know any Adam, nor do I..."

She suddenly stopped talking, then lowered her head and looked at her lower body.

Her legs had disappeared at some point, and she was suspended in the air, covered in blood. Her once normal body also began to change.

Her skin began to be covered in dust, blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth, her hair began to become dry and tangled, and her clothes began to become tattered.

Her vision blurred, but her consciousness became incredibly clear.

She fell heavily to the ground, and blood almost instantly stained the ground completely red.

But then she remembered.

very many.

Whether it was her past, her story with him, or the words she never got to say in the last moments of her life.

She had been waiting patiently, hoping to find a chance to see him and entrust him with the most heavy words of her life.

In the process, everything about her was worn away by time, and her memories were washed away by the storm, but she did not forget, and never forgot, what she really wanted to do.

It wasn't until someone came here and told her about that past that she was able to clear away the dust of memories and awaken her dulled consciousness.

She remembered everything.

But it shouldn't be Igris; she shouldn't be the one here.

She seemed to have no chance to say anything more to Adam, because she was already dead. What had kept her alive until now was only that obsession.

But perhaps, this is the right way.

“I… I remember now.”

She looked up, not at Igris, but at the ceiling of the house.

Igris looked up, but she saw only the sky.

The sky that belongs to this space.

The sky overhead was covered by countless dark clouds, churning and swirling.

The rumbling thunder was brewing within, and the dark, ominous clouds, like a ferocious beast, surged and spread wildly.

Igris tried to look away, but the dark clouds seemed to grab her and keep pulling her toward them.

"This place shouldn't be like this."

Her voice drew Igris's attention back to the ground, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"The rain swallowed so many things...including this place. Thank goodness he didn't come... thank goodness..."

This place is no longer safe, but in her past eyes, it would have been the best place for her and Adam to reunite.

She should be disappointed that Adam didn't come, but she's also glad that he did, because if he had come, she would have regretted it.

"Sorry…"

She apologized to Igris, and her attitude said it all.

Igris has no way to leave this place; at least for now, it has become a one-way passage with no return.

What will happen next?

"The rain will engulf your consciousness, erase your history, and turn you into a fleeting shadow, a phantom appearing in time and space..."

"Yeah…"

In other words, Igris may lose all her memories and become a wandering ghost.

Are you kidding me?

Is this all it takes to erase Igris's existence from just a rain shower?

Even if she wanted to, she'd have to ask those guys upstairs if they agreed.

Do you like fire?

It's about to rain here...

"I know."

Igris hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and said.

"Have you ever seen a fire that can ignite rainwater?"

The Gods' Fool - Torrential Rain: Chapter Fifteen, Solving the Case

Though gone, not forgotten, Ktugya, the Lord of the Underworld, who abandoned the three gates of the North, made a promise of death to you! Descend, Ktugya!

—For over a thousand years, you are the first to call upon His name. He has been watching over you, and therefore, He is willing to unleash His fiery power upon you, the only believer on Earth.

……

A ray of light suddenly burst forth in the sky filled with dark clouds.

Igris looked at the woman in front of her who was in a daze and asked in a low voice.

"Now, tell me the last thing you want to say to him."

"..."

She opened her mouth, but ultimately shook her head.

“I’ve been dead for a long time, that’s good. Let him slowly forget me, that’s better for him.”

I respect your choice.

Igris looked up and couldn't help but smile.

It was a... fervent smile.

The first ray of fire burst forth from the sky, which was covered by dark clouds.

The next moment, a blazing sun suddenly appeared in the sky.

The fiery essence surged in from all directions, rushing into the clouds.

The dark clouds suddenly began to churn, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, and a single raindrop fell from the sky.

Slowly, the torrential rain, symbolizing the new moon, poured down, seemingly wanting to bury all resistance and rebellion in the soil of time.

But under His light, they began to evaporate.

The torrential rain seemed to have angered the sun, and the fire spirits gathered together, swirling and turning among the clouds.

The next moment, the dark clouds were ignited.

A raging fire blazed across the sky, dyeing it a deep red, a symbol of pure flame.

The surging heatwave spread rapidly until it engulfed the earth and the entire space.

Burn everything.

…………

Igris suddenly opened her eyes, and in front of her was still that same table.

She looked around and, finding nothing else amiss, finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the sofa, feeling somewhat weak.

Judging from the appearance, that space is indeed completely independent.

Igris never expected that her first summoning of a deity would be like this, and she also gained a deeper understanding of why those cultists were so fanatical.

In that space, everything I could see seemed to be on fire, including herself, who was immune to fire.

This was probably one of the few times in a long time that she had experienced being ignited.

Although it was painful, the title seemed to have some effect, so Igris's body was constantly repairing itself.

It was a contradictory state; the flames were harming Igris, yet at the same time healing her.

This allowed Igris to survive even longer than that space itself, until the space finally shattered and Igris successfully escaped.

Igris never wanted to experience that feeling again.

However… the furniture issue has probably been resolved, so all that's left are those other things.

Igris looked towards Adam's bedroom, her feelings suddenly becoming complicated.

He would probably never know he would have another chance to see his wife, but Igris didn't intend to let him know.

If Adam had actually entered that space polluted by the torrential rain, he would probably have disappeared into time along with his wife.

However, it doesn't seem like it's entirely unacceptable.

Igris shook her head, dismissing the unrealistic thoughts, and headed towards the bedroom.

Those strange limbs were still wrapped around Adam's body. They had no intention of harming him, but they were always secretly watching him from the shadows, and even sneaking onto him while he was sleeping.

Igris wasn't talking about Amelida, although the description sounds very similar.

She casually picked up one of the arms and watched it wriggle wildly as Igris lifted it up, finding it inexplicably comical.

It's kind of cute.

"Is there a mouth here... there's not even one that can speak."

Igris muttered to herself and began searching for the mouth in the room, but unexpectedly, the hand pointed to the drawer behind Igris.

"You mean, the mouth is there?"

He made a "?" gesture with his hand, and it seemed that was indeed the case.

Dealing with these strange things is quite interesting, at least they're not like those cultists who, without you even knowing what they're doing, will come and kill you.

Guided by her hand, Igor opened the drawer, inside which were placed items that looked like medicine and books.

And sure enough, beneath the books, Igris found a mouth lying quietly in the drawer.

However, unlike others, its lips were sewn shut with a piece of tape.