She is not an investigator.

First it was Momokawa, then Olivia, and now it's Constantine.

Igris wondered if things would continue like this and she would be all alone again.

Constantine scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and presented his gift to Igris.

"I have nothing to leave you. These bullets were made at the hospital. There aren't many, only seven. Use them sparingly..."

Igris was very frugal, and the bullets she fired in that arena were not actually used up, so Igris still had four bullets left, making a total of eleven!

It could be loaded twice with pistols; Igris had never fought such a rich battle in her life.

"Remember to write to me when you get there."

Igris still remembered a guy who promised to write to her, but he still hadn't heard from her.

It's not Olivia; it's not time for Olivia to receive money yet.

"If there is an opportunity."

Constantine stood up and waved to Igris.

"I have nothing left to miss about this city. If you ever have the chance to come to Biyanka again, remember to contact me."

Igris nodded, watching Constantine's departing figure, and sighed softly.

Emily Rida then peeked out from the sofa and looked at Igris.

"That guy is dangerous."

"Who? Constantine?"

Amy Rida nodded. It seemed that she had sensed danger just now, which was why she had quietly hidden on the sofa.

Igris couldn't understand why Emilyda, who had once been tainted by divinity, felt that Constantine was dangerous. Perhaps it was because of that divine mark?

But he's already gone, so there's nothing to worry about anymore.

"I don't want to be open for business today."

Igris walked to the door, flipped the "Open for Business" sign over, and then, under Amelida's gaze, huddled into the sofa just like her.

The sofa is big enough that even one more person could squeeze in without any problem.

"I can give you a little hug to make you as happy as possible."

Amelida could tell that Igris's mood wasn't so bright, so she offered a less-than-ideal suggestion.

"I don't think it's necessary."

Before Igris could even answer, the Mirror Demon answered for her and squeezed between the two of them.

“You’re just a pet; what you say doesn’t mean anything.”

Am I a pet?

The Mirror Demon was suddenly confused about its own position after being made up by Amelida's remarks.

It turned to look at Igris, but Igris remained curled up and ignored it.

Igris was too lazy to speak, but in the eyes of the Mirror Demon, that was tacit agreement.

"A pet is fine."

However, it never really cared about its identity, otherwise it wouldn't occasionally turn into a rabbit for Igris to pet.

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Twenty, The Capture Operation

"Is this... really okay?"

"Of course, no one can tell the difference between the two of us."

Igris has something very important to do tonight.

She planned to find an opportunity to catch the phantom thief.

Of course, Igris knew that things wouldn't be that simple, but she had come up with a really good idea.

No one in the world could tell the difference between the Mirror Demon and Igris. As long as she didn't speak, the phantom thief would definitely mistake the Mirror Demon for Igris.

The Mirror Demon only needs to lower his guard and attract the attention of the Phantom Thief, while Igris can be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

And since the pocket watch wasn't on the Mirror Demon's person, her attempt to steal it would obviously not be so smooth, and Igris could take the opportunity to pin her down.

Although she still wanted to beat her up, she felt that she might run away after she did, so Igris decided to just give up and catch her first.

"But what if she hurts me? What should I do?"

"You're not even afraid of a butcher, so why would you be afraid of a mere phantom thief?"

"The Mirror Demon said hesitantly."

“That time was different…that time I had to go because you were in danger.”

"Don't worry, I'll be right here watching. How could I possibly bear to see you get hurt?"

Before the plan began, Igris's most important task was probably to appease the Mirror Demon.

Perhaps it had become somewhat weak from taking care of the children these past few days, to the point that it, which had once dared to rush up and curse at the butcher, was now trying to avoid a fight.

This is not a good sign. At the very least, as Igris's good helper, it still needs to maintain its aggressiveness as much as possible.

"Since you've put it that way... let's do it!"

The Mirror Demon regained its focus, but then looked at Igris with a puzzled expression.

"But if you stay by my side, that guy will probably notice, right?"

"A little disguise will suffice."

Igris's stealth skills are already superb; if she were to change her clothes slightly, very few people would likely notice her.

Even the phantom thief who seemed to have a crush on her wouldn't do.

"But what if she doesn't come...? What if she doesn't care at all, or doesn't even notice?"

"Then we'll just have to wait until next time."

Igris shook her head; she really had no solution to this problem.

After all, she couldn't possibly broadcast to the whole city every time she went out, so that guy would come looking for her.

"Alright, let's get ready to go."

"Wait... what about Emilydal?"

The Mirror Demon stopped again and turned to look at Igris.

I wonder if it's because of all the days it's been taking care of her that it's developed some affection for Emily, because now it's actually turning around and taking the initiative to care for her.

However, Igris must have already thought it through.

“Alex said he would take care of her, all I need to do is focus on catching that guy and bringing him to her side.”

"That…"

"I don't want to talk anymore, can you please talk less?"

"..."

And so, Igris reluctantly sent the Mirror Demon to wander the streets.

Igris changed into a slightly different set of clothes and awkwardly stuffed the things she was supposed to carry into her pockets.

The previous coat was relatively thick, but the pockets were also large, so no matter how much stuff you put in, it didn't look too bulky.

But not now. Igris changed into a slightly more fitted black trench coat, which was indeed warm, but it also made the things she was carrying very noticeable.

For example, her pistol could no longer be well hidden under her clothes, and it would still occasionally peek out when she moved.

In the darkness, Igris's ability to conceal herself is indeed unmatched by ordinary people, and it is also her home turf. After all, not everyone is as clear as her in the dark as they are in the sunlight.

Furthermore, for the sake of the ritual, Igris even wore the Phantom's mask.

Perhaps it was a strange desire to perform that was at play, but Igris didn't think it was a big deal to bring it along, since there were hardly any people strolling around on the streets at midnight.

The Mirror Demon cooperated perfectly, deliberately choosing streets without streetlights to wander around, like a headless fly always ready to be robbed.

And Miss Phantom Thief cooperated perfectly, appearing in the shadows on the street.

She thought she had hidden herself very well, and indeed, if Igris didn't have night vision, it would have been very difficult for her to notice that there was someone standing there.

But she has.

She noticed this as well; the Phantom Thief didn't try to get close to the Mirror Demon again, as if Igris's previous restraint technique still lingered in her memory.

But she pulled out something else.

A crossbow.

Having fought against Daphne, she naturally knew the true purpose of this thing.

It silently incapacitates the opponent, not fatally, but its advantage lies in its quietness.

Igris quickly moved forward, raising her crossbow and aiming it at the Mirror Demon, who had stopped to rest because he was tired and was looking around for something.

The crossbow was then fired.

The paralyzing needle flew swiftly toward the unsuspecting Mirror Demon and pierced her neck.

For her, it was like being bitten by a mosquito; before she could even react, a feeling of helplessness had already swept over her entire body.

Then, he collapsed to the ground.

Igris noticed that she silently put away her crossbow and slowly walked towards the Mirror Demon lying on the ground, then squatted down beside her.

But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to look for anything; instead... she took out a pen?

"...?"

Igris nimbly approached the phantom thief who was bent over and doing something, and also looked at the Mirror Demon lying on the ground, who seemed to have fainted.

She is writing.

On the face of the Mirror Demon.

Igris stopped observing, lest the Mirror Demon wake up and complain to her about the strange writing on his face, and rushed directly towards the figure that hadn't had time to react.

She was bent over, and even though she heard Igris approaching quickly, before she could even straighten up, Igris was already in front of her and grabbed her arm.