She is not an investigator.

"I've caught you again."

"...?!"

She looked startled and instinctively tried to break free, but Igris suddenly pulled something out and clamped it onto her wrist.

It's handcuffs.

Igris went specifically to Alex to borrow the handcuffs.

If the other party is difficult to catch once they break free from Igris's restraints, then Igris only needs to keep her locked up.

The best way is to handcuff them together.

"Now, you have nowhere to run."

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter Twenty-One, The Pocket Watch

"...!"

She looked at the mask on Igris's face and struggled to pull at the handcuffs, but it was clear that she couldn't easily break free with such methods.

"Face reality, you have nowhere to run."

Igris raised the handcuffs in her hand, feeling a sense of joy she had never experienced before.

After being mocked for so long, it's finally time to catch them and give them a good beating.

But she still didn't seem to understand who Igris was, after all, she was wearing a mask, and there was an Igris lying on the ground.

Igris didn't explain, but silently took off her mask, and the Mirror Demon also cooperated by getting up from the ground.

It's just a mirror image; how could it possibly be knocked out by an anesthetic needle? It's just pretending.

"She even planned to draw something on my face!"

The Mirror Demon stood beside Igris, angrily waving its hands, trying to express just how furious it was.

Actually, there were already marks on her face, but she was interrupted by Igris before she could finish writing.

"Then you can punch her."

Igris raised an eyebrow and made a very enthusiastic suggestion to the Mirror Demon. Even after the other party began to struggle violently after hearing Igris's words, Igris did not care at all.

She won't feel sorry for her.

"...Never mind, let me go back and wait a while."

The mirror demon rubbed its face and returned to the mirror with a pitiful expression. Its aggression was still not enough to make it punch the thing in front of it; at most, it would just curse at her a couple of times.

However, Igris is no merciful person. Although she is petty, she will definitely seek revenge if she has a grudge.

"Now let's talk, Miss Phantom?"

"...!"

"Let me see your true colors!"

Igris didn't give her a chance to react, tearing off her hood. She immediately turned her face away, trying to prevent Igris from seeing her face.

But Igris grabbed her head and forcefully turned her face towards her, bringing it close to her own.

"I thought you were really someone who couldn't be seen in public."

"..."

She was a pretty woman, probably in her early twenties, with long, dark red hair that was rarely seen. She looked a bit like Alex, but her hair was a little darker.

She was clearly very beautiful, but she seemed unwilling to reveal her appearance to anyone. Although Igris knew she was worried about her identity being exposed, she still felt it was a pity.

Most importantly, she was staring intently at Igris, her face full of resentment.

"You're very dissatisfied with me?"

"You can't catch me without using these methods."

"You can talk?! I thought you were mute! Then why didn't you speak before?"

She fell silent again, seemingly trying to use passive-aggressive tactics to fight back against Igris.

But this is meaningless, because Igris can use real violence.

"Further words are pointless... You win."

She lowered her head, looking at the ground beneath her feet, unwilling to look at Igris's victorious face.

But Igris grabbed her chin, forcefully turned her head, and forced her to look into her eyes.

It doesn't really matter, but it makes Igris feel more imposing.

"You don't seem to understand your current situation."

"...What, is victory not enough for you? Now you want to humiliate me too?"

She didn't try to break free from the fingers gripping her chin; she just pursed her lips, her eyes full of mockery, yet somehow making one feel... a little sorry for her.

"I hope your body is as hard as your mouth... By the way, you were the one who humiliated me first."

Igris still remembers the way she provoked her when she chased after her on the street.

People must always be responsible for their actions.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore; it's pointless."

"Do you know what happened to the last person who talked to me like that?"

"Do you really think I'll just give up?"

Even though the two of them were handcuffed together, she still seemed unwilling to admit defeat.

Because she probably realized that Igris didn't intend to drag her directly to the police station.

So, how to solve the next problem is quite simple.

"Beat me and I'll let you go."

Igris raised her handcuffed hand and waved it in front of the other person.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the handcuffs and Igris, and she sneered with a mixture of amusement and mockery.

"I hope you won't regret it."

"If only I had half your confidence..."

Before Igris could finish speaking, the other person grabbed the handcuffs on her hands and pulled Igris' body towards her.

Igris's body is very light, making it difficult to directly counter her strength in such an action, but this is not where Igris's advantage lies.

When faced with a rapid closing in, or even an almost embracing situation, skill is indeed less effective than strength, but Igris is a special case.

Because she has a gun.

Fair duels are what knights should do, not her. She just wanted to experience what it felt like to toy with others.

I have to say, it was really fun.

"You don't actually think I'm planning on hand-to-hand combat with you, do you?"

Igris's pistol lifted a strand of her red hair and gently placed it on her forehead.

"You have no other choice now."

"Your threats won't scare me; they'll only make me laugh."

boom!

Igris suddenly fired a shot into the open space beside her, then continued to press the gun against her head.

"I just want to see if you can still keep up this stubbornness when faced with real death."

The roar of gunfire echoed in her ears, making her feel the approach of death for the first time, and she even forgot to speak.

Of course, Iglesias wouldn't actually shoot her in the head; that would leave her covered in blood, and she wouldn't be able to explain it to Alex.

But she's always been good at scaring people.

"Your tricks... magic? They're useless against me. Give up. When I can just walk down the street and fire this gun, you'll know whether I have the right to actually kill you."

"..."

"So now, I don't want to kill you, but I need to get some information, some intelligence, and some answers from you."

Igris used her pistol to lift her chin, a sly smile appearing on her delicate face.

"I think you won't refuse, right?"

"..."

"The first question."

Igris's face was very close, and with every word she spoke, she could feel her breath on her face.

This made her feel itchy all over and she wanted to escape, but the restraints on her hands prevented her from doing so.

"What's your name?"

"...!"

Faced with Igris's nonchalant question, she finally came to her senses and somewhat resisted wanting to move a little further away from her... at least not to talk so close together, but a pistol was really pressing against her head, suppressing her thoughts, and she could only endure the discomfort and answer.

Isabella.

"Isabella, a good name. Now, let's move on to the second question."

Igris looked at her strange, indescribable expression and, still puzzled, continued to ask.

"Who sent you?"

"Don't you already know the answer?"

Igris clicked her tongue and frowned slightly in displeasure.

"Just answer whatever I ask. I only want to hear the answers from your own mouth. Is that alright?"

“...The watchmaker, he asked me to retrieve the pocket watch you have.”

After speaking, she slightly raised her eyes, looked at her own face reflected in Igris's heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes, and said softly.

“He offered me terms I couldn’t refuse, whether it was the payment or what he promised me, but now, you win, and I have nothing to say.”