She is not an investigator.

He was really too excited.

“Just now, they told me something incredibly unbelievable… The belief of their village is… eternal night.”

Igris was silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

"so?"

"This means that the reason that place is so difficult to find is very likely because the ritual of eternal night was successfully performed there! In other words, what I did was not meaningless!"

Igris looked at Constantine, who was so excited he was almost speechless, and poured cold water on his enthusiasm without any mercy.

"Are you really sure that the faith they speak of is the same god you worship? And don't forget, they escaped because that village was on the verge of destruction. If their faith truly belongs to the same god, it means that the ritual didn't really protect them at all."

While the discovery is indeed quite significant to some extent, no one can prove that what these people said is true, since no one has actually been to that village.

“You’re right… I got a little too excited, but you know what… I’ve never mentioned this to them, so I feel like it can’t be fake.”

Constantine took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and agitation, and explained to Igris with a serious expression.

Although Igris didn't really want to hear this explanation, if it weren't for the fact that she was relatively familiar with Constantine, she would have already wanted to shoot him when she saw that familiar cult leader vibe he had just shown up.

With the bullets he gave to Igris.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter Twenty-Eight, They...Always Seem to Respond

"Anyway... don't let me see your occupational hazard flare up again. I don't want to deal with the trouble you've caused anymore."

Igris took a deep breath and looked at the group of people who were also looking at her.

"I'm going to talk to them. Wait here for me for a while. I have some questions for you."

"Oh well."

Constantine seemed to sense that Igris's mood was a bit off, and he became much more obedient and quiet.

Igris was indeed feeling increasingly uneasy, both from the moment she embarked on this journey and from the moment she met these people.

Or rather, can they even be considered human?

Somewhat anxiously, Igris pulled out her pistol and raised it in front of the group of people who were silently watching her.

"...Listen, I have some questions for you, but you make me feel a little... disgusted, so please don't mind the weapon in my hand."

No one answered.

No one answered her, no one offered any reminders, and no one showed any displeasure, as if Igris was simply having a normal conversation with these people.

"...Can anyone tell me how many days have passed since you escaped from that place?"

"Three days."

The man at the front answered Igris' question, and Igris pointed the gun at him.

The man subconsciously took half a step back, and his expression became somewhat flustered.

“It was indeed three days… We brought food, although it was almost all eaten up during those days.”

This group of people marched through the snow and ice for three days... but that wasn't the biggest problem.

The problem is that this person is behaving way too normally.

But he was the only one who behaved relatively normally when answering questions.

As if something had been triggered, he made the most appropriate reaction.

"...Tsk."

As things grew increasingly chaotic, Igris frowned with anxiety, raising and lowering the gun in her hand before finally putting it away and letting out a deep breath.

She suddenly started feeling nauseous, unsure whether it was due to a sudden worsening of her condition or something else, but she definitely should see a doctor.

"Madam, you look...unwell."

"Yes, it's definitely uncomfortable, so what?"

Igris looked at the person who had spoken, and to her surprise, it was a woman.

She was very beautiful, so beautiful that she stood out in the crowd. Her long, black hair was half covered by a hat, and she had fair and delicate skin. There was also a particularly eye-catching black mole next to her eye, which made her look even more charming.

“I am a doctor, a psychologist… but I also know specific treatment methods for some relatively simple diseases.”

“...A psychologist, yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

Igris doesn't need a regular doctor; other doctors wouldn't be of any help to her. Only a psychologist can urgently resolve her current predicament.

What a coincidence! Just when Igris needed a psychologist, one actually appeared here.

A doctor who is so beautiful, so beautiful that almost no one can ignore her presence.

"Phew... Damn it, wait a minute. I'll come find you when the train departs. Which carriage are you in?"

"Second section, madam."

Igris's question is actually not very meaningful, as the train only has four carriages in total, and only three of them are passenger carriages.

Igris waved to her and walked toward Constantine, who was still waiting.

Her brows were deeply furrowed, and her complexion was terrible. Even as she walked, she covered her forehead with one hand, looking extremely pained.

"Are you alright?"

Constantine recalled how he had encountered Igris in Byanka, but unlike then, she didn't seem afraid now; instead, she appeared quite anxious.

They are probably different symptoms.

"No... Father, I'm not feeling well right now."

Igris tapped her head and said with a gloomy expression.

"Something is affecting my head, it could be my illness, or something else... I don't know. It seems to get worse often for no reason, but... it could also be for some reason."

Even though Igris was indeed very anxious, in pain, and in great discomfort, her mind still didn't stop thinking.

First of all, she has always understood that her mental problems are largely due to her near-collapse of sanity, to the point that anything that might affect her sanity could worsen her condition.

So, why is that?

Because of the disturbing thing Philina told her, or the eternal night that Constantine told her.

Or is it because of that group of people? Because of their behavior, which seemed excessively abnormal no matter what?

No...that's not right.

They didn't seem to be acting abnormally; their reactions and behaviors were perfectly normal. It was Igris who was acting abnormally.

They even have a psychologist among them who can help Igris temporarily relieve this excessive stress.

But she still couldn't understand it, she still couldn't figure it out.

"Damn it...damn it."

"Igris...? Calm down, don't get too agitated..."

"No, I just..."

Igris clicked her tongue softly, her hand unconsciously reaching into her pocket.

Igris always carried a lot of things in her pockets, such as a straight sword that she could take out at any time, or... candy.

Eating sweets helps relieve excessive mental stress, which was the best solution her therapist told her when she was in Byanka.

Her fingers touched the hilt of the sword, but she still took out the hard candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

“...Constantine, I think you've also noticed that my problems seem to have worsened again.”

The priest did not answer, but remained silent, looking at Igris with some concern.

“Listen to me, Father…you have to help me, but you can’t help me much.”

Igris took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and looked at the carriage not far away.

"Protect others well, > <You know who I'm referring to.

"...I will."

Igris patted Constantine's shoulder hard, then bit the candy in her mouth and walked towards the open space on the other side without looking back.

She needed to be alone for a while, to think things through, and to calm down.

Constantine watched Igris's retreating figure and sighed softly.

He really couldn't be of much help, and what Igris meant was quite obvious.

She is indeed very vulnerable right now, but on that basis, she is more dangerous than most people.

Her rationality prevents her from doing anything too outrageous, but her rationality doesn't always remain at a normal level.

Of course, this job is also very difficult, after all, not everyone has the ability to hold her down.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter Twenty-Nine, I've Already Said I Don't Like You

"Get ready, we're about to depart."

After a period of repair and cleaning, the suspicious smell in the carriage was gone, and I don't know how they did it.

Igris returned to her seat, with Felina still beside her, tightly gripping Igris's sleeve.

She was almost used to his behavior.

As the train slowly departed, the temporary camp outside the window quickly receded and disappeared from Igris's sight.

She remained leaning against the window, her head resting against the glass, her eyes closed as she rested.

It wasn't about sleeping; it was just a way to soothe her tired mind a little.

Philina became surprisingly quiet. She could notice Igris's emotional changes and what state she was in, so naturally, she didn't choose to disturb Igris or presumptuously comfort her.

Iglesias should have gone straight to the second carriage to find the psychologist to help her adjust her current state, but her intuition told her not to try to contact those people.

She has always trusted her intuition, so Igris had no intention of going back.

The carriage was surprisingly quiet, with only the occasional footsteps of the train attendant passing by; it was so quiet that you could hardly hear anyone talking.

The oppressive atmosphere made Igris unable to resist opening her eyes and looking at Felina beside her.

Unexpectedly, Felina seemed to be staring blankly at the back of the person in the front seat, lost in thought.

It wasn't until Igris's hand grabbed hers, which was holding Igris's sleeve, that she realized what was happening and turned to look at Igris, who was also looking at her.