She is not an investigator.

If only I had known this would happen...

But thinking about those things now seems pointless. It would be better to think about what to say in my last words.

"...I wish I could avoid being a witch in my next life."

"Were those your last words?"

A familiar voice rang out above her head, accompanied by a strange sound of gears turning.

The next moment, a gunshot rang out in the alley, and one of the gray-robed believers behind Nolan fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his head.

"Although I don't know whose grandfather you are, it doesn't matter."

Igris suddenly flipped over and leaped down from the building above Nolan's head, shielding the witch who was still unaware of what was happening behind her. Holding a gun in her left hand and a sword in her right, she pointed them at the gray-robed believers who were approaching from both sides, and smiled slightly.

"You will all die."

"It's another witch! Calling for backup! We need more people!"

The shrill, piercing whistles rang out incessantly, sounding restless and uneasy, yet no one dared to take a step forward.

They didn't want to die.

"you…"

"Nothing needs to be said."

Igris tilted her head slightly, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, her face radiating uncontrollable joy and excitement.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, yes or no.

She was just doing what she thought was righteous.

For example, protecting the people she cherishes.

"Charge! Charge!"

Shouts and curses echoed through the alley, but the narrow alley was only wide enough for two people to pass side by side. No one was willing to stand at the front and become a human shield to be slaughtered.

But Igris didn't care.

Because they are all going to die.

"Don't blink."

Igris gave Nolan a bright smile, then moved swiftly, her straight sword flashing like a ghost as it pierced the gray-robed believer in front of her, who was wearing heavy armor but was almost entirely vulnerable.

This sudden attack stunned everyone, but they quickly recovered and rushed toward the figure in the middle of the alley.

"No need to capture her alive! Just kill her!"

"Then you must have that ability too."

Igris pulled her straight sword from the corpses, and the bullets from her pistol quickly and accurately hit several figures who rushed towards her, instantly knocking them to the ground at Nolan's feet.

At the same time, two people rushed up from behind her. One raised his hammer high, while the other thrust his long fork straight at Igris.

They intended to use these long items to counter the problem of Igris's weapons being too short, but for Igris, these attacks were too slow.

She can withstand crossbow bolts.

clang!

A crisp clanging sound rang out as the strangely made longsword in Igris's hand actually sent the heavy hammer flying. The powerful recoil also caused the person to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

The man wielding the long fork clearly lacked experience using long weapons in the narrow alley, and Igris easily bypassed his attack, quickly closing in on him and delivering a fatal blow to his throat.

Igris kicked the corpse in front of her aside, then stabbed the man on the ground in the chest with her sword, killing him instantly.

She suddenly drew her straight sword, and blood gushed out instantly, covering the blade with blood.

Igris didn't mind, gently licking the blood remaining on the blade.

Then, she frowned and couldn't help but spit.

While it did cheer her up... the taste was just awful.

"Blood...she's drinking blood! She really is a witch!"

Seeing that even her casual gesture had caused such a ripple, she pursed her lips, turned her head without looking back, and pointed the gun at her back.

boom!

Flames erupted from the muzzle, instantly killing the grey-robed cultist who had abandoned his attack on Igris and was now trying to ambush Nolan. Blood even splattered onto her face.

They probably realized that fighting Igris in such narrow terrain would be suicide, and their numerical advantage would be completely negated, meaning she could only fight a maximum of four people at a time.

"What should we do... should we retreat?!"

"What retreat?! We outnumber them, there are only two of them! Are you going to be afraid of a witch?! Charge with me!"

Seeing the grey-robed cultists regain their morale and prepare to charge in again, Igris sighed and looked at Nolan, who was clearly frightened and only dared to cower in a corner following Igris.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

"Are you...are you okay...?"

"Of course."

Igris flicked her sword, and even though her face was covered in blood, it couldn't hide her charming face and bright, radiant smile.

"As long as I'm here, they won't be able to hurt you."

"...!"

Nolan seemed to want to say something more, but Igris pulled Nolan into her arms and at the same time thrust her straight sword behind her, creating a sudden shadow.

Blood emerged from the shadows, and a corpse slowly appeared, falling to the ground.

Igris's expression turned serious, and under Nolan's tense gaze, she slowly licked the remaining blood off her cheek.

"We need to prepare for a swift victory."

"..."

The Gods' Fool - The Rainstorm: Chapter 45, See You Again

Nolan couldn't remember how much time had passed.

All she remembered was that after licking the blood off her face, Igris kept killing and killing.

The alley was littered with severed limbs, and the ground was almost completely stained blood red. Her gray coat was also stained dark black, and her long golden hair was draped down, covered with splattered blood.

"Monster! Monster!!"

She heard someone exclaim in surprise.

Not a witch, not a heretic, but a monster.

The strange object in Igris's hand hadn't made a sound in a long time; she simply held her sword and moved among the people.

Among those lying on the ground were gray-robed executives, black-robed assassins, and white-robed ordinary believers.

They piled up together, almost blocking the way out of the alley.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people started to flock in.

Igris's dance steps, however, became faster and lighter.

Yes… her dance moves were like a dance, weaving through killing and death.

Nolan was even a little afraid of her, afraid that she might lose her mind and kill her as well.

The wails and screams in the alley gradually subsided, slowly becoming quiet... or rather, deathly quiet.

Until the crimson figure stood atop the small mountain of corpses, casually plunged the blade into the neck of the charging gray-robed believer, and easily severed his head.

She began to stand on her throne and softly hummed a beautiful song.

The believers who had rushed in again were no longer visible in the alley.

Igris jumped down from the hill, walked out of the alley, and came out onto the street.

Step by step.

She left one bloody footprint after another, while the gray-robed believer hiding in the street, looking up at Igris who was also looking up at him, began to tremble uncontrollably.

"evil…"

Pfft!

Before his words had even faded, Igris had already strode up to him and plunged the blade into his throat, replacing the words he hadn't finished saying.

"quack!"

The cawing of crows sounded overhead, and Igris couldn't help but look up, only to see several black figures standing quietly on the dry branches, waiting for Igris to leave so they could enjoy this wonderful feast.

Igris smiled, gently raised her blood-stained fingers, and shook her head.

The crows seemed to understand something; they stopped lingering and turned away, fleeing far, far away.

Nolan emerged from the blood-soaked hell and looked at the figure that was almost indistinguishable from a demon, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was a primal fear, a fear of being hunted that existed in our genes.

Until Igris turned to look at her, her blue and yellow pupils remained clear and bright.

She smiled again, in this gloomy city, under this gloomy sunlight, in these bloody streets.

He flashed an incredibly bright smile.

"Don't worry, it's all over now."

Nolan looked at Igris, who was almost soaked in blood, and felt a slight tremor in her body, making it impossible for her to ignore the fear in her heart.

But she still slowly walked towards Igris, took her arm that was tightly gripping the sword blade, and gently lowered it.

Her hands were trembling, just like Igris's arms.

"…sorry."

"What are you saying?"

Igris loosened her grip slightly, the blade snapped back instantly, and Igris once again flashed her signature smile.

"You should say thank you, thank you for saving you."

"..."