She is not an investigator.

"Ah... I have to go find Igris, I'll be going now."

Suddenly, Felina remembered something, grabbed her black umbrella, turned around and rushed out of the driver's seat.

Cecilia watched her receding figure and silently touched her chin.

"A young lady from a military and political family... coming to a place like this, I hope my car can make it through this trip..."

……

The train cleaning was still underway, and Igris naturally didn't stay in the carriage but went outside for some fresh air.

Felina spotted her from afar; after all, her blonde hair was quite eye-catching in this environment.

Igris appeared to be squatting in front of a tent, perhaps inspecting something, or perhaps simply resting because she was tired of standing.

"Igris—!"

Philina called out from afar and waved to Igris.

She was indeed overly enthusiastic; in fact, she wasn't like that most of the time.

She is a relatively sensitive person, especially when it comes to the emotions of those around her.

Spending time with Igris naturally helped her understand what kind of emotional response Igris needed.

It seems that some shadows have made her less willing to take the initiative to interact with others, but she also feels lonely because she is often alone.

So in situations like this, all Felina needs to do is act like a carefree idiot and always stick to her.

In this way, even if Igris says something hurtful because she's in a bad mood, it won't cause any problems in their relationship.

After all, Felina only needed to pretend she didn't understand.

"..."

Hearing Philina's call, Igris slowly straightened up in front of the tent and turned to look at her.

rustle--

A strange sound suddenly rang in Felina's ears, causing her to stop in her tracks instantly.

She looked around in confusion, as if trying to find the strange sound that seemed to have drilled directly into her ears, but she saw nothing.

She looked at Igris again as she slowly approached, but perhaps because of the distance or the reflection of the pure white snowfield around her, Igris's face became incredibly blurry, as if it had been crumpled into a ball.

But in the next moment, everything in front of her seemed to return to normal, including Igris, who was walking slowly towards her, whose face had returned to normal.

Felina couldn't be sure what this change meant, nor could she tell if she had misread something, but she still instinctively placed her hand on her black umbrella.

She is not stupid; in fact, she is smarter, more astute, and more vigilant than most people who think she is.

"Igris?"

She tried calling out again to the figure slowly approaching her, but her feet began to involuntarily retreat.

The figure remained silent, but its pace quickened.

From brisk walking to running, everything seems to happen in just half a second.

Without hesitation, Felina raised her black umbrella, and with a crisp sound, the handle was easily removed, pointing it at the oncoming figure.

But the next moment, her retreating steps suddenly stopped, as if she had bumped into something, and her steps became a little unsteady, almost causing her to fall on the snow.

A slender arm pulled her up, and a familiar face appeared before Felina.

"I heard you calling me?"

“…Igris?”

Felina quickly turned her head to look at the figure that should have been rushing towards her, but there was nothing there on the snow.

There weren't even any footprints.

"Don't walk too fast in the snow, it's easy to fall."

Igris released Felina from her arms and handed the umbrella that had fallen to the ground to Felina.

"This is your weapon?"

A portable pistol hidden in an umbrella, although Igris felt that carrying it directly in her bosom would be more discreet than disguising it as an umbrella.

"...Let's go back."

"what happened to you?"

Igris noticed that her expression was not clear, and considering her somewhat unusual behavior and behavior just now, Igris couldn't help but frown.

"...You saw something, didn't you?"

Felina shook her head, looked at the snow-covered ground with lingering fear, and gripped Igris's sleeve tightly.

"Let's leave here and talk in the car."

The Gods' Fools - The Northern Train: Chapter Twenty-Seven, Fantasies Realized One by One?

Felina's unease was written all over her face, and Igris didn't ask any more questions, pulling her back to the vicinity of the train.

Her complexion improved slightly when she saw the other people scattered around, but she still looked somewhat pale.

“Igris…”

"I'm here, what do you see?"

Igris took Philina's hand and felt her unusually cold body temperature.

Perhaps it was because the weather was too cold, or perhaps she was genuinely terrified; Igris's body temperature was almost higher than hers.

"I...I saw you...but that wasn't you, it was like...a hallucination."

"Hallucination?"

It's hard for a normal person to be so frightened by a hallucination, unless that person's mental illness has reached a level similar to Igris's.

But Philina clearly didn't seem to belong to that category, so Igris had to consider another possibility.

That means there really is something here that can disguise itself as Igris to some extent and disappear in the next instant.

Many ideas flashed through Igris's mind at the same time, but with such a severe lack of clues, Igris had no way of knowing what it was.

"...How about this?"

Igris had a good idea and pulled Felina back into the carriage.

“It might not be very safe outside… You can stay with Cecilia. Putting everything else aside, this train conductor can definitely protect you. I don’t think she, Yueyiqilu Yierjuer, will refuse my request until the train departs.”

"...I didn't mean to cause you any trouble, really."

Felina seemed a little guilty. Igris didn't like seeing her expression, so she pinched Felina's cheek and, with a slightly pained look on her face, knocked on the driver's side door.

Cecilia quickly opened the door and looked at the two figures standing outside, her expression becoming somewhat strange.

“Igris? Don’t tell me you came here just so I could watch you two flirt.”

"Of course not. I don't think you'll have any objections to letting Felina stay with you for a while."

Felina rubbed her cheeks, which were red from being pinched, and looked at Cecilia, who had fallen silent.

Cecilia wouldn't have refused, provided that the two of them didn't engage in such ambiguous interactions in front of her.

"...Fine, whatever. I'm not too curious about what happened. Anyway, the train will be leaving soon."

"Thank you."

Igris pushed Philina into the driver's seat, waved, and closed the somewhat heavy iron door.

Felina sat down on the small stool again and looked up at Cecilia beside her.

"I encountered something terrible."

"You don't need to explain anything to me. I won't have any problem with you, even though you came back in less than five minutes."

Cecilia touched the pocket of her coat, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and handed it to Felina.

"Want one?"

"If my family knew I smoked, they'd probably never let me leave the house again..."

…………

On the other side, after confirming that Philina would not encounter any further danger, Igris took the initiative to walk towards the distant snowfield.

She wasn't worried about being left behind when the train started moving; Cecilia wouldn't do that.

Although it's not nice to say it like that, Igris could probably single-handedly delay the entire train.

Of course, she wouldn't do something so unethical. She deliberately walked into the distance just to see what Felina had seen earlier.

This behavior was almost purely a matter of luck, but Igris was always very lucky when it came to encountering anything unusual.

Unfortunately, it seems she can't have her wish today. Apart from a few tents, there's only a vast expanse of white snowfield that seems to stretch endlessly.

There weren't even any strange footprints.

"Could it really be a hallucination...?"

Igris muttered something, silently turned around, and walked back the way she came.

She didn't find anything too suspicious, except for the people surrounding Constantine.

Wait, what?

Igris turned her head sharply and looked at the priest who was surrounded by a group of people.

He stood on a relatively high snow-covered area, speaking earnestly and passionately to the crowd around him. Although the people looked somewhat confused and bewildered, their eyes still shone with admiration.

Igris was all too familiar with this scene.

"Constantine!"

Igris's call made Constantine turn his head, and he waved to her excitedly.

Igris rarely saw Constantine with this expression; the last time she saw it was probably during the final battle with Kryssula.

Igris walked over, and Constantine squeezed through the crowd to stand in front of her.

"Igris! Igris, listen, I've discovered something you can't even imagine!"

"...What is it?"