She is not an investigator.

"...What have you discovered this time?"

Igris spoke in a very low voice and leaned very close, a way of whispering to prevent others from eavesdropping in such a quiet environment.

Although being so close can sometimes lead to some strange chemical reactions.

"…without."

Felina shook her head and looked at Igris's hand.

Igris thought she felt her actions were a bit too presumptuous, so she took the initiative to let go of her hand. However, to her surprise, Felina grabbed her hand again and locked it firmly in her palm.

Felina's palms no longer felt cold like they had when she was outside; instead, they felt warm.

It's a bit of a shame that her hands weren't as soft as Mirabell's; her fingers had some calluses, probably due to her frequent shooting.

…Igris didn’t know why she suddenly thought of her sister. Maybe she missed her a little. Although it didn’t seem right to think of other women while holding Felina’s hand, she was her sister after all, so it should be fine, right?

"...How strange."

"what happened?"

Igris shook her head, her expression somewhat dazed.

It was indeed very strange, so strange that it felt somewhat unreal to her.

Even though Felina hadn't done anything, she had simply held Felina's hand, but the anxiety in Igris's heart had inexplicably disappeared.

Instead, it felt warm and reassuring.

Igris didn't know if it was her special talent or... her own psychological effect.

But Igris seems to enjoy being with her.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Iglesias probably won't need to worry about her condition worsening again.

Philina couldn't see through Igris's little scheme, but she could sense Igris's emotions.

Seeing her visibly improved expression, Felina couldn't help but smile secretly and simply rested her head on Igris's shoulder.

Igris instinctively wanted to push her away, but Philina's soft voice made her give up the idea.

“Igris—I’m a little sleepy, can I lean against you and sleep for a while?”

"…it is good."

At least Igris had slept on her shoulder before, so this could be considered a return of the favor.

Thank you~

Felina could barely contain her smile.

From the moment she got into the car, Igris's attitude towards her had clearly changed drastically.

First came resistance, then ignoring, then acceptance, and finally, caring about it.

It's hard to imagine that this transformation could be completed in just half a day; even Igris herself probably didn't expect it.

However, if certain people find out, some of them might jump off a building.

Even though Felina had been trying her best to appear as an innocent, cute, and slightly clumsy rich girl ever since she got on the bus, she was actually quite smart.

At least this identity will make it easier to get close to Igris, and prevent her from easily becoming wary.

Firstly, her innocent and adorable nature easily attracts Igris's attention and reduces some of her suspicions.

The fact that she was a rich heiress could, to some extent, attract Igris from a material perspective.

No one can dislike a guy who doesn't seem very smart, but is sweet and cute, and also very rich.

Especially when she's willing to share her money with you.

And now, the reactions she had anticipated from Igris had already occurred, which at least indicated that Igris did indeed have some relatively special feelings for her.

Even if Igris herself is completely unaware, even if this emotion is insignificant, as long as the seed is planted, it will grow sooner or later.

When that time comes...

……

No, that seems like I'm thinking too far ahead.

Felina slapped her slightly flushed cheeks, shaking off the strange images that had unconsciously formed in her mind.

Her strange movements also drew Igris's attention. Looking at her rosy cheeks, Igris hesitated for a moment, but still whispered something.

"...You know what, I really feel very comfortable when I'm with you."

"…Uh-huh."

"But this feeling doesn't mean I have any other feelings for you. We can be friends, but we can't cross the line, okay?"

"..."

Igris's tentatively gentle tone completely extinguished the fantasy that had just appeared in Philina's mind.

It felt like being doused with ice water from head to toe; not only were you soaked, but you were also hit by ice blocks, which hurt terribly and chilled you to the bone.

Although Felina remained in that pose, the smile on her face had completely disappeared.

She didn't know what expression to make to appear indifferent.

嗏

"...I don't like you."

She can still be a little stubborn.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter 30, The Trap?

Time on the train always seems strangely slow. While Igris and Philina were still engrossed in their interaction, the train's speed began to gradually decrease.

The train conductor glanced at the scenery outside the window and then called out loudly.

"Temporary stop - those who come later can get off now, and someone will take you away from here."

Cecilia seemed to have told him that there would be an army waiting for them here, and that they would take these strange people away.

Igris also looked out the window, watching the car gradually slow down and the sun almost setting.

It seems that due to the terrain and the season, the sun sets much earlier than before.

Soon, the so-called temporary site came into view, consisting of some old tents and dilapidated facilities.

And next to those tents and facilities, there were many more figures standing still.

"…wrong."

Even though it was getting dark and most people couldn't see clearly outside through the car windows, it was clear that Igris was not among them.

Her eyes could see through all darkness, including the shadows outside.

"Don't open the door!"

Igris's call instantly stopped the train conductor from opening the doors and made him look at her.

All eyes turned to Igris, and Constantine naturally took out his short-barreled shotgun from his suitcase.

Even a fool could tell that something must have happened again.

"What happened?"

"Take another look at those people outside."

The train conductor looked out the window with some suspicion, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked intently at the soldiers standing neatly in the snow.

But soon, he also noticed something was wrong.

"…wrong."

"Go and call Cecilia, we've been tricked."

Without hesitation, the train conductor took out his shotgun and knocked on the driver's cab door, but Cecilia, who was supposed to open the door, remained motionless.

"Damn it...did she fall asleep again...?"

“Igris…?”

Felina watched as the train conductor pounded on the driver's cab door, trying to wake Cecilia inside, and grabbed Igris' sleeve in fear.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Igris patted the back of her hand and looked at the group of figures outside the window.

Without a doubt, they were not soldiers at all, but a group of black puppets standing in neat rows in the snow.

They have no facial features and their skin is pitch black, but they wear uniforms. In this environment, it is impossible to distinguish them from humans.

But these things are just inanimate objects; they don't even possess any life.

Who did this? Who placed these things here on purpose? And who impersonated the military, hacked into the train's channels, and sent Cecilia the wrong message?

And... why do this?

So, to trap them here and kill them?

"Igris".

Constantine approached Igris, nodded to her, and said...

"I'll listen to you from now on."

Clearly, Constantine had also realized that the troubles they would encounter on this journey would be greater than they had imagined, so at this moment, he almost immediately chose to stand by Igris's side.

He trusted Igris more than the weapons in his hands.

"Me too! I can help too!"

Felina also cried out, the black umbrella she was clutching tightly in her hand reflecting her current mood.

Igris nodded to the two of them, then turned to look at a man huddled in a corner.

"Mr. Anfer, what do you think?"

My opinion doesn't matter, does it?

Despite saying that, he stood up, holding his loaded short rifle in his hand.

He was already prepared.