She is not an investigator.

Nolan was silent for a moment, then suddenly couldn't help but laugh, a very happy and radiant laugh.

"Yes... thank you, thank you! Igris, you saved my life! I will repay you, I will repay you with my whole life!"

"Such words are far too heavy."

Igris put the sword hilt back into her pocket and turned to look at the distant clock tower.

“Like I said, I come from the future, and I will eventually leave here. I hope... you can take good care of yourself from now on.”

"Wait...you're leaving?"

Igris nodded. Nolan had never imagined that she would leave so easily.

At least, she wasn't ready yet.

"Will I... will I ever have a chance to see you again...? I mean... I don't want you to leave like this... We've only just met..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she watched Igris drift further and further away from her.

Igris did not answer her, nor did she want to answer her again.

She lived almost five hundred years before her time, so it was impossible for them to meet again.

Sometimes, not answering is the best answer.

At least, she also cherishes this friendship.

She remembered the interesting facts that the lovely girl had told her in the library.

"See you again someday" often means "never to see you again."

and so…

"See you again someday."

Igris waved her hand, without turning around, and unable to bear looking at her.

Making a mess of the city's churches was probably the only thing she could do for Nolan.

"...See you again if fate allows."

Nolan waved as well, watching Igris's retreating figure, his expression turning somewhat forlorn.

If Igris had turned her head even slightly, she could probably have seen the flower in her hand, the last gift she wanted to give her, a flower that belonged only to her.

But she didn't.

She just left without looking back.

But they will have a chance to meet, in the distant future, in that... era in which she lived.

She was willing to believe that they would indeed be destined to meet again.

Shen Jun, Yang Liao Yi Qi Yi Er Ba 4 Ba Zhi... Xiang Ai.

Because the past connects to the future.

…………

"quack!"

The crows circled in the air, following Igris's steps, and headed toward the clock tower as if by unspoken agreement.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, as if a storm was brewing in the shadows.

Countless barricades stood along the streets leading to the bell tower, but the believers who should have been guarding the area had vanished, leaving the place deserted.

Igris casually sliced ​​through the ineffective blockade with her sword and strode forward.

Gradually, her footsteps became disordered, and the surroundings began to darken, as if countless people were following her footsteps and lingering behind her.

Igris didn't look back, she just kept moving forward.

The next moment, a blade suddenly stabbed out from the shadows, but it was easily deflected by the straight sword in Igris's hand, and she pulled the figure out of the darkness.

Igris pressed her blade against his neck, her face full of mocking smiles.

"Come on... tell me, what's inside that clock tower?"

"I…"

puff.

With a single, fatal blow, blood splattered onto the ground, staining Igris's blade crimson.

She gently licked the blood off the sword and continued walking.

Rather than asking, she now prefers to see for herself.

The Fool's Play of the Gods - The Rainstorm: Chapter Forty-Six, Holding the Truth

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Heavy banging sounds rang out in front of Igris, and directly in front of her, in this almost completely blocked street, a figure was still silently smashing something.

As Igris stopped walking, he also stopped what he was doing, threw away a blacksmith's hammer that looked particularly heavy, and turned to look at Igris.

On the platform behind him was something he had been smashing—a nicely shaped metal box. Even though it was completely deformed from being smashed, it still didn't seem to have been opened.

“Witch, go back to where you came from. This is not a place for you.”

He did not launch an attack, nor did he try to call for anyone else. Even though he uttered the word "witch," he still did not show any aggression towards Igris.

"Since you think I'm a witch, why don't you call someone to arrest me?"

"You smell of blood, a terrifyingly strong stench, but I don't care how many of those charlatans you've killed. Don't come any closer."

He looked up, as if reminding someone, or perhaps warning them.

Igris stroked her chin and asked with some curiosity.

“You look like a blacksmith, so can you tell me why I can’t come near here? This isn’t a church, nor is it a residential area. The only place this road leads to is that bell tower. Is there anything here worth protecting?”

"He can bring us hope."

The blacksmith seemed to realize that Igris wasn't going to leave so easily, and picked up his blacksmith's hammer on his own.

Igris didn't know who he was referring to, but it probably wasn't the Pope; at least he seemed to have a lot of disdain for the Old Church.

In this kind of era, is there anyone else he could trust so much?

Or rather, God?

"What is he?"

"He comes from the future, bringing hope and new life, and will erase all suffering and disaster from the present."

"And then, render history and the past worthless?"

He fell silent, but at the same time raised the hammer in his hand, his expression full of hostility towards Igris.

"Don't come any closer, witch."

"I also come from the future."

Igris gently wiped the sword with her clothes, tilting her head to look at the exceptionally burly blacksmith in front of her.

"And I am here to fix that wrong time."

"But he cured my plague! He is the savior!"

"Ah, then there's nothing more to say."

Igris sighed, raised her sword, and pointed it at the blacksmith in front of her.

“I could have spared your life because you didn’t intend to attack me, but you once suffered from the plague, so in history, you would be one of the millions who died from the plague, and now you are still choosing to protect the guy who is trying to rewrite history.”

"Shut up! I'm going to smash you into mincemeat!"

“…Poor fellow.”

Without hesitation, the blacksmith charged forward with his hammer. His steps were slow, but heavy and resolute.

His body was sturdy enough, strong enough, and powerful enough.

Igris seemed stunned by her actions, remaining standing still without moving.

Without hesitation or pity, he picked up the hammer and smashed it heavily against Igris's head.

But the moment it was about to hit.

Ding!

A straight sword suddenly deflected the heavy hammer, an incredible technique that caught the blacksmith completely off guard. Before he could even react, Igris's golden hair had already slowly swayed past him.

The next moment, intense pain shot through his body, and his arm holding the hammer fell to the ground, the cut remarkably clean.

Igris pressed the blade against his throat, and before he could even scream, she plunged the sword down.

He collapsed to the ground and lost his life.

Blood soaked the ground and slowly spread from his body to the surrounding area.

He died, at the very moment he thought he had seen the dawn, on the eve of hope.

But in that future, the sun will not rise as usual.

Boom!

A muffled thud sounded above Igris's head, and the storm brewing in the overcast sky seemed to be about to erupt.

Igris slowly began to walk forward, heading towards the clock tower.

"quack!"

The crows cawed mournfully and landed on the blacksmith's corpse, no longer following Igris's footsteps.

Igris was alone again, wandering along this inevitable path with a straight sword in one hand.

Slowly, her pace slowed again, and in front of her, a beautiful woman stood opposite her, raising her... wand.

"Don't come any closer... I don't want to hurt you!"

"I am not a witch."

Igris looked at the wand in her hand, which looked like a tree branch picked up from the roadside, and asked with some doubt.

"But you chose... to stand on their side."