She is not an investigator.

The next moment, His figure vanished from the spot, and a gigantic maw full of fangs appeared above Igris's head, showing no intention of leaving her any way out.

But Igris's figure shattered the moment the attack struck.

The mirror image dissipated, and Igris appeared not far away, picking up her straight sword that had fallen to the ground.

She knew that the weapon in her hand was worthless to Him, and that her attacks were futile.

But her vision was already blurred.

Her reason had completely vanished; everything around her appeared utterly chaotic and incomprehensible to her.

The constant strange occurrences and mysteries relentlessly eroded Igris's spirit and eroded her sanity.

Even now, she has finally fallen into madness, just as she had hoped.

The world turned blood red, and everything seemed to be made of piled-up flesh and blood.

So she raised her sword and charged at the giant wolf made of flesh and blood before her.

Even if it is meaningless.

"Igris!"

A clear call came from behind her, but she couldn't tell whose voice it was. All she could see was the sword in her hand and the giant wolf in front of her.

She took a step, walking slowly towards that figure.

He paced back and forth, observing Igris with particular interest.

He saw many things in her, and in her past.

The giant wolf no longer hesitated. Facing the sharp blade thrust out by Igris, it did not care at all as her attack pierced its ethereal body.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the blade in Igris's hand was instantly knocked away, yet she remained unharmed.

He swung his claws, but a shadow of darkness instantly engulfed Igris, covering her body.

It was a gift from the gods, a protection from the eternal night.

But so what?

The giant wolf's claws pierced the darkness without hindrance, obliterating the weak power and attempting to kill Igris.

But the stubborn flames ignited again, repairing Igris's already broken body.

He began to grow impatient, his claws clamping tightly around Igris, and he bared his fangs, biting at half of her body.

puff.

The sound of flesh being crushed slowly drifted over, and large amounts of blood splattered on the ground, landing on Igris's half-dead corpse.

Was she dead?

But it seems there still isn't one.

A ghostly blue flame erupted from her body, and the neighing of warhorses, originating from an unknown timeline, echoed across the silent battlefield.

disgust.

A clear look of disgust appeared in the giant wolf's eyes as it stared at the blue flames as if they were the filthiest thing in the world.

Those are echoes abandoned by time, echoes that should not exist in the world.

Also... the last knight.

They stared at each other, each displaying their aggression.

Bottom-up, from the past to the future.

The giant wolf leaped into the air, smashing the knight's body.

The knight persevered in his recovery, the worn-out longsword in his hand constantly leaving faint marks on his body.

It's insignificant, but it never stops.

The torrential rain began to reverse, the figure of the Great Wolf began to melt away, and the gaps in the sky grew smaller and smaller.

He was preparing to leave.

Take the knight with you.

With this… the last knight abandoned by time.

Where did his hunt begin?

Nyarlathotep once asked this question.

The knight didn't remember, but when the Wild Hunt stood before him, he could never forget it again.

Like a moth drawn to the light.

Like flies drawn to the stench of decay.

That is what he has been searching for, the ultimate truth hidden within time itself.

The Gods' Fool - Torrential Rain: Chapter Fifty-Eight, Torrential Rain (The End)

The torrential rain subsided, like a crack torn open by a watchmaker, only to be casually stitched up by the giant wolf, as if it were child's play.

The sunlight fell, bathing everyone and pulling them back to reality from their fear and confusion.

Where is the enemy?

There seem to be no enemies.

The chaotic timeline and narrative seemed to return to normal at this point.

Soon, the sound of footsteps slowly approached.

Amelida lay in a pool of blood, severely wounded, but appeared unresponsive.

Even after she was pulled up from the ground, and even after Alex had started to stop the bleeding, she still didn't react.

Countless white threads fell to the ground, were cut, or burned.

But she was still looking in another direction.

Another pool of blood.

Igris's body lay there, but her upper body had vanished.

She is dead.

Dead beyond dead.

Amelida knew that this level of damage was something that even she, let alone a human, could not withstand.

and so…

She is dead.

Her cheeks felt itchy and wet.

She couldn't help but look up to see if the downpour had started.

But she saw the blue sky and the sun.

There was no rain.

Those were her tears.

……

"Didn't she say anything in her last words?"

"Probably. Maybe she never thought she would die. It seems her good luck couldn't protect her for that long."

"...Where is the body?"

"Having not found a partner, he's probably in the incinerator now..."

Alex sat on the edge of the clock tower, with the horrific battlefield right below him.

She had never seen Molkens from this angle before; it was a novel and comfortable feeling that made her want to jump down.

Isabella leaned against the edge of the fence, looking at the sky, lost in thought.

"Are you still planning to run away?"

Alex didn't turn around, speaking in a low voice as if to himself.

Isabella touched her pocket; she felt a pang of urge to smoke, but she'd never smoked before and naturally wouldn't have one on her.

"Let's not run away anymore, let's just leave it at that."

"I thought you'd just be sad for a while, and then go back to your old life as a phantom thief."

Isabella chuckled softly and shook her head gently.

"That makes no sense, does it?"

"……yes."

Alex looked down at the street and nodded sullenly.

"It's meaningless."

……

The Rose Detective Agency remains locked.

A figure squatted quietly at the doorway, tightly holding a large black bird in its arms.

She didn't know what she was waiting for; perhaps she just wanted to come here to reminisce about the time she had spent with her.

The little witch had no idea how distraught she was when she heard the news that Igris was dead.

They had already agreed that Igris would help her find the raven, and she would listen to Igris and obediently return to school in Byanka.

Then, after she graduates, I'll come find her and turn her into a crow.

But the little witch seems unable to find her now.

Footsteps sounded slowly, causing her to raise her head slightly.

Unfortunately, the person who came here was not the one she was expecting.