She is not an investigator.

"...I feel inexplicably nauseous."

Igris tore off the tape for it, and immediately began to gasp for breath, as if she had been holding it in for a long time.

The reason it didn't suffocate was probably because its mouth was a little leaky?

"Thank you, beautiful lady, thank you for saving me."

"Wow, she really knows how to talk..."

As Igris watched the mouth open and close, she felt even more disgusted for some reason, and even got goosebumps.

"I have a question for you."

"of course can!"

It seemed to cooperate, but the fact that it never harmed Adam showed that these things didn't actually have any malicious intent.

I just don't know who sealed that mouth shut.

"What exactly are you printing, you artists? And why? You keep pestering Adam, you're driving him crazy!"

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want this to happen either. Actually, I was the previous owner of this house, but because cultists broke into my home and hacked me to pieces, even burying me in various corners of the house, the house was left vacant. It was around that time that he bought this house.”

"Oh…"

Igris found it hard to imagine how it could speak so calmly about being hacked to death and dismembered; perhaps too much time had passed?

"Recently, I don't know why, I suddenly felt like I had come back to life, but at the same time, I also sensed other abnormalities in this house."

"There are more experts?"

"That's right...! It's that terrifying guy who moves the furniture every night while he's asleep, trying to lure him over!"

"...You continue."

"#So, to prevent him from getting hurt, I lurked in every corner of the room, hoping to catch that thing... But I discovered that it only seems to appear when Adam is sleeping, so while he's asleep, I'll use one part of my body to protect him and keep watch, while the other part searches for that possible creature... Sure enough! I found it!"

"You actually discovered it?!"

Igris didn't know what he had discovered, but it certainly wasn't anything of any importance.

"That's right! I spotted her the very night you arrived! She was on the roof, secretly watching you for a long time, probably planning to move the furniture when you weren't looking!"

"…oh."

At least, Igoris now knew that the phantom thief was a woman.

In a sense, it actually helped?

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Sixteen, Reunion

"You've worked hard these past few days, but you shouldn't need to protect this place anymore."

“I understand. After all, I can’t stay here forever. I’ve been prepared for this day for a long time.”

At the same time, its other limbs also moved closer to Igris, making Igris's scalp tingle and causing her to involuntarily take a step back.

"Come on, take me away. If possible, please find me a bag. I don't like being stared at."

"I...I understand..."

The task assigned seems to be completed.

Although it didn't feel quite like what Igris had expected, it was indeed completed.

I'll just hand this guy over to Alex later...

"Then... I guess I can finally rest now."

It was indeed very late, and Igris, who didn't often stay up late, went straight to the living room and curled up on the sofa.

In a sense, this was Igris' first successfully completed commission, making it a memorable day for her.

"I hope Olivia can come back soon..."

Igris started missing Olivia again. She preferred being Olivia's assistant to being a detective, helping her out or something.

At least Olivia would stop letting Igris stay up late out of concern for her.

"call…"

Igris stretched and closed her eyes comfortably.

Sleeping on the sofa wouldn't affect her sleep quality, after all, Igris had even slept on the street, let alone a sofa.

However, she didn't plan to sleep for long. She would just take a short nap, tell Adam the good news when she woke up, and then go back to the office to catch up on her sleep.

In the future, when taking on projects, I should try to find those who won't stay up all night.

"Um…?"

Igris suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the window.

She heard some strange noises coming from outside.

It's either a rat, a sparrow, or a vampire.

Of course, there is also the most reasonable option.

"here we go again…"

Igoris was seriously suspicious that the five strange phantoms might have a crush on her. They would come over to greet her whenever they had a chance, and would even make some noise to let her know they were there, making it impossible for Igoris to sleep.

Fortunately, she doesn't come every day, otherwise Igris would eventually have to sleep on the floor in the Special Investigations Department.

Igris ignored her and continued to curl up on the sofa, while the woman, seemingly thinking Igris hadn't noticed, made some noises again.

It was clearly intentional.

She was provoking Igris.

It's a pity the Mirror Demon isn't here, otherwise Igris would have made sure the Mirror Demon turned into a dog and went out to bite her.

And because the Mirror Demon was not there, Igris still did not intend to pay attention to her.

Igris knew she had no chance of catching her now; at most, she could only catch a puppet, which would only fetch ten copper coins at most, and Igris wouldn't do that.

Moreover, if she really wanted to steal something from Igris, she certainly couldn't do it without getting close to her.

So Igris could simply stay on the sofa, guarding her wallet and waiting for the right opportunity.

Seemingly realizing that Igris had no intention of paying attention to her, the phantom thieves outside became even more brazen.

She even threw a black card directly into Igris's arms.

And only a few words were written on it.

[Fool.]

Has anyone ever told her that her swearing sounds a bit like she's being coquettish?

Even the Mirror Demon used more vulgar language than she did.

Igris casually tossed the card into the fireplace in front of her, watching it quickly ignite and disappear into the flames, feeling a strange sense of relief.

This thing, which was watching something slowly being devoured by the flames, until it turned to ashes, was something Igris grew to like more and more.

Of course, she just likes it; she wouldn't actually be so heartless as to become an arsonist.

Igris's actions seemed to have really angered the phantom thief, so she threw in another card.

This time, Igris didn't even look at it and threw it directly into the fire.

As long as she can't see it, no matter how vulgar the other person's insults are, Igris will think she's just being coquettish.

Faced with Igris' refusal to leave the room, she seemed to have no other choice. Of course, she could also choose to come in and provoke Igris directly, and engage in close combat with her.

But the usual result is that Igris pins her down and beats her.

Obviously, as a renowned phantom thief, she wouldn't do something so obviously stupid.

But in this situation, she couldn't easily retaliate by smashing someone else's window, after all, this wasn't Igris's home, and the only one who would truly be hurt was the innocent Adam.

"If you're not going to come in and talk to me, then leave. I'm not going out."

Igris whispered towards the door, not caring whether the other person could hear her or not.

And the other party seemed to have indeed heard Igris's words, as a dark figure fell from the window and stopped at the doorway.

She pushed the door open a crack, and a dark figure peered at Igris through the crack, appearing particularly sinister and eerie.

“I’m really curious why I’ve attracted your attention. I don’t think you’re after my wallet. After all, my savings are probably less than one-tenth the value of the valuable items you returned.”

Igris raised her hand to indicate that she had no weapon in her hand and simply wanted to talk to her.

Igris always understood that it was better to build good relationships with most people than to make enemies everywhere, provided that the other party was not an extremist.

Judging from her past experience, she should be similar to Daphne and the others, a kind of righteous thief.

The only difference is that one targets unusual items, while the other is just a regular phantom thief.

"Of course, you can choose not to answer, but I just want to confirm that there shouldn't be any major conflict between us, right?"

The premise is that she is not a member of any cult, otherwise Igris might really have a grudge against her.

She didn't speak, but simply tossed a card to Igris, which seemed to be her method of communication.

Igris picked up the card, which only had a few words written on it. Although it was unclear how she had managed to secretly write down what she wanted to say and then give it to Igris during this time, it was still quite cool.

You have something I need on you, but you don't seem inclined to give it to me easily.

"If you can offer me a price that satisfies me, then I think I'd be happy to accept... provided that you can truly satisfy me?"

Is there really something about Igris that makes others want to covet her? Perhaps there is, but in any case, Igris herself is genuinely unaware of it.

From her own perspective, the most precious and memorable thing about her is probably her pistol... or maybe her extendable sword too?

But she wouldn't easily hand over something like that to anyone; after all, selling one's weapons easily is never a good choice.

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Seventeen, Your Imagination Is Quite Rich

"...Okay, tell me what you're planning to take, and I'll give it to you directly. You can stop bothering me, okay?"

In response to Igris's suggestion, she quietly entered the room and nodded.

He's a pretty easy-going guy.

"So what exactly is it?"