She is not an investigator.

However, upon seeing who the newcomer was and the direction she was facing, Constantine instantly understood what was happening, and naturally stood up and walked towards the back of the carriage.

He was almost used to it; all sorts of women would always be around Igris, and the most important thing to do in these situations was to give them some opportunities to be alone together.

Constantine has always been a smart man.

"...What is it?"

Igris looked at the girl named Philina in front of her. After being reminded by the train conductor, her opinion of the girl changed from that of a silly young lady to that of a mysterious young lady.

Although he still doesn't seem very smart.

"Hmm—would you mind if I sat next to you? Or, how about we chatted for a bit? It's quite boring being alone all the time."

She put her hands behind her back and looked sincerely at Igris, whose expression was unfriendly.

What if I said I mind?

"Well... I'm fine sitting somewhere else, I just want to chat with you for a bit."

"why me?"

Igris's brows were furrowed so deeply they were almost knotted together. She didn't know what it was about her that had attracted her attention so much, making her so eager to come and chat with Igris.

However, Philina seemed to have anticipated this, and chuckled lightly as she spoke.

"Because you are really beautiful."

"...?"

What kind of reason is that?

No... it doesn't seem to be a problem?

Because Igris was... quite eye-catching, she was naturally drawn to her and wanted to make friends with her.

It seems fine?

"...Alright then."

Igris didn't choose to send her away again, firstly because she was also quite bored, and secondly because she was quite curious about the young lady's identity.

As for being complimented on her beauty, although it should be something to be happy about, Igris didn't want to mention it. She felt that if she did, she would lose something important.

"Then... may I call you Igris directly?"

She moved closer to Igris, seemingly wanting to sit down next to her, but Igris didn't immediately agree to her request, instead appearing somewhat hesitant.

"No problem... Please have a seat."

Igris hugged her suitcase back to her arms and made room for her.

Although it's not nice or appropriate to say it like that, Igris definitely prefers to talk to women, especially beautiful women.

Although she's never short of beautiful women around her...

Perhaps this is a case of birds of a feather flocking together?

"So, Igris, where are you going on this train, Frostville?"

Felina stretched her body, while casting a curious glance at Igris.

Igris nodded slightly, then asked in return.

"do not you?"

"Yeah... me too, but I might have to get off before the final stop?"

She looked uncertain, stroking her chin with some distress.

Felina was unlike most people Iglis had ever met; she was talkative, cheerful, enthusiastic, and had an exceptionally rich array of expressions and gestures.

This didn't fit her image of a young lady. Those people were either like Olivia, exuding a strong aristocratic air in every move, or like Serafina, whose words and actions carried a sense of oppression and upper-class arrogance due to the inequality in their status.

In short... although Igris needs to have as little contact with other people as possible, she still feels happy when she is with Philina like this.

"Oh right, Iris, actually I wanted to ask you that the first time I met you."

"Ask me?"

Igris looked at Philina curiously; perhaps this was one of the reasons why Philina had her eye on Igris.

"Hmm...do you have any family members who look a lot like you? No...I don't think I should ask that..."

Felina frowned, seemingly having different ideas about how to describe the matter.

Igris didn't understand what she was talking about, but if it was about family...

"I have an older sister."

"Sister? Sister...it's my sister."

Felina nodded earnestly, adopting an attitude of listening attentively.

Although she didn't know why, Igris had a feeling that the answer she wanted to hear might not be this.

"I have a cousin, who is about two or three years older than me. She is very beautiful, but she doesn't look much like me."

If there's one thing Iglesias and Mirabelle have in common, it's probably that they share the same mother.

"I see... Is there nothing else?"

"...What else would you like to hear?"

"Ah...that's not what I meant."

Felina waved her hand in a flustered manner, lowered her head guiltily, and whispered.

"...Well, I might know someone, and I don't know why, but I feel like...you and that person are a bit alike."

"?"

"Well...it's not that they're particularly similar. They look different, speak differently, have different voices...and are different ages. I can't really see what's similar between you two, but it just feels like..."

So, the real reason she set her sights on Igris was actually this?

Is it because she resembles her friend a bit?

"What's your friend's name? Maybe we really do know each other."

Even if you don't know her, you might be able to get to know her. Igris was also quite curious about what kind of person could be so similar to her.

"No...we're not friends...but I haven't heard from him in a long time, I wonder how he is now."

Is it a male?

"so…"

"Ah! Sorry, his name is Aaron, Aaron Roger."

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter Six, The Sudden Darkness

Igris had almost forgotten how long it had been since she had heard this unusual name.

Rather, she never expected that anyone would remember her name until now.

How much time has passed? It's been about three years since she died in the shipwreck.

Three years is a long time, but it's also a short time. In any case, it's enough for a person to undergo a dramatic change.

But more than all those other trivial matters, she was curious about where the girl in front of you had learned the name.

After all, she looked far too young.

"It's a coincidence that I do know him, but that's precisely why I'm quite curious how you know him."

"Oh...! You really know each other, that's amazing... Uh, I mean, I've seen him before, more than once!"

Felina seemed very excited, chuckling as she spoke, making it hard to feel any annoyance towards her.

Igris did not initiate a conversation, but instead tilted her head slightly, looking at her face in silence.

This action quickly made her realize what was happening, and she hurriedly continued to explain.

"Well... because my family's circumstances are rather special, I often travel around. It was during this process that I once found myself in danger and was surrounded by a large group of people... and he saved me."

I have no recollection of Igris.

Perhaps such a thing did happen, but she really couldn't remember it. After all, she had saved far too many people to remember them all clearly.

But her identity doesn't seem ordinary; such a person shouldn't be frequenting overly dangerous places.

Moreover... the family environment is rather special, but what does "special" mean?

Igris had many questions in her mind, but it was not convenient for her to ask them. First, she had to consider keeping her distance from the girl in front of her to avoid getting too involved. Second, it was a bit troublesome, and knowing the answers wouldn't be of any use.

They were just passing acquaintances, and when the train reaches its final stop and everything is over, they will probably never meet again. So, asking any questions now is actually meaningless.

However, Philina herself didn't seem to have much of an impact on this matter. Instead, she continued to enthusiastically tell Igris interesting stories about her past and what she had heard about Aaron.

Igris didn't want to hear rumors about her past, nor was she interested in how others judged her, but she was indeed becoming increasingly curious about this girl.

“I told my father that I would become a capable person like that one day, so after that, they allowed me to learn these things.”

Igris didn't know exactly what she was referring to, but in some ways, this guy was definitely something else.

After all, she looked far too young.

“I’ve been the one talking all along… Igris, aren’t you going to tell us a little about yourself?”

Perhaps because Igris had been silent for too long, Philina's voice slowly stopped, and she turned to stare at Igris with wide eyes.

Igris scratched her cheek. Looking at her like this, she felt it wouldn't be right not to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Should we talk about her legendary past experiences? Or her terrifying symptoms? Or those noteworthy unusual events?

...Perhaps it is indeed possible.

Have you ever seen a vampire?

Igris skillfully steered the conversation away from herself and towards vampires.

In fact, her question is almost meaningless, because there are very few people in this world who have never seen a vampire.

Even if you've never seen a real, living vampire, traces or photos of vampires are frequently seen in newspapers or other materials.

The biggest difference between them and stray dogs is that they are less common and more dangerous than stray dogs.

But frankly speaking, it's not too dangerous.