She is not an investigator.

Note: Perhaps in another future, someone will be able to understand everything, and you may meet again in the more distant future.

"..."

Igris didn't understand any of this, but she didn't need to.

The spider was practically dead, and what Igris had to do next was quite simple.

She picked up the weapon from the ground, and her cheeks were wrapped in white bandages again until her face was completely covered.

She turned her head and walked towards the next carriage.

She should have thought this through, and she should have done it a long time ago.

Those "people".

Or, non-human?

They respond to everything and accomplish everything.

I can't figure it out, but there's no need to figure it out anymore.

Perhaps their reality was built on lies, and from the moment these people boarded this train, the long deception had already begun.

They deceived Anfer, making the old man believe that everything he was seeing was real.

They deceived Constantine, using that vague and unrealistic faith to awaken his former imprint.

They deceived Felina, using illusions to paint a picture of the figure she longed for, a figure that was uniquely hers.

They deceived the train conductor, making this always wary man believe their unusual and special nature.

They deceived Cecilia, leading the train conductor and everyone into this trap.

They also deceived Igris, responding to everyone with lies in every interaction they had.

They might leave this place, return to human life, and continue to influence everyone around them with things that are difficult for normal people to perceive, creating one anomaly after another, and becoming one legend after another.

…never mind.

Anyway, they have no chance of surviving.

Igris gripped the blade tightly and slowly walked into the third carriage.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter Thirty-Nine, The Hunter

"His injuries... have probably stabilized."

Felina looked at Cecilia's wounds and the strip of cloth that had been used to bandage them, her expression both heavy and confused.

Logically speaking, Cecilia should have had almost no chance of surviving such injuries, but she did, and her wounds even stopped worsening.

Even though her body was still weak and cold, she... seemed to have truly escaped the danger to her life.

Not only was Felina surprised, but even Cecilia herself was.

She never thought she would survive; she had even thought of her last words.

But it seems that someone managed to pull her back from hell.

"The fighting outside has stopped."

Constantine stood guard at the door, listening intently to the sounds outside.

He still couldn't put his mind at ease with Igris, even though she was indeed very powerful, so powerful that she even made him feel somewhat afraid.

But he also knew that, as a human, Igris was terribly fragile.

Not to mention her already fragile mental and rational state, which is even more worrying.

"I never imagined that I would be protected by such a young girl."

Anfer's expression didn't look too good either. He was squatting in the corner, holding the old short rifle in his arms.

Only at times like this did he look like an old man, full of vicissitudes and decay.

Constantine glanced at him a couple more times, then looked away.

He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"It's over."

Erwin crossed his arms and gently shook his head.

His arm was wrapped in a bandage, which Felina had put on him while helping to treat Cecilia.

He also suffered a serious injury to his arm while protecting Constantine.

"She won. I can hear her mournful cry."

Constantine turned his gaze to Erwin without saying a word.

This person saved his life, even though they were not familiar with each other and did not trust each other.

Alvin is a chef, but his identity seems to be more than that, not to mention that this spider seems to have come specifically to find him.

Although he didn't want it to be this way, Constantine still had some doubts about the person who saved him.

However, Constantine did not ask, because he did not seem like the kind of person who would explain everything.

However, the train conductor will.

"He was a hunter, a wilderness hunter."

The train conductor, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned against the wall and spoke without looking up.

He knew Constantine's questions, confusion, and unease in this situation, so he took the initiative to respond.

Irwin didn't say anything, and he accepted the explanation the train conductor had given him.

He wasn't good at talking and communicating, which is why he always kept to himself, staying in the last carriage and keeping his little pets.

"Wilderness...hunter?"

But Constantine was hearing the word for the first time and didn't understand its meaning.

This time, it was Anfer who answered, sitting on the ground to the side.

"Wilderness does not refer to ordinary open fields. In many cases, it refers to areas outside of human life, places without military presence or clearing, and without legal constraints or control—purely chaotic areas."

That is, the place Igris is going to, the far north.

There are many such areas; besides the Arctic Circle and the ocean, there are also many landmasses that have not yet been fully recovered.

"The Revenant Hunters are a bunch of lunatics who live in that kind of place."

He's definitely a madman.

Anfer couldn't think of any other way to describe them besides madmen.

He had met many hunters during his time in the army; most of them were experienced and had extremely strong combat and adaptability skills.

Even in extreme environments, they possess the ability to survive independently.

In many special circumstances, they even feed on unusual creatures.

That's why the food he makes always tastes weird.

"However, even hunters make mistakes sometimes, so he left the wilderness and joined the train crew."

The train conductor took a drag of his cigarette, then threw it on the ground, stomped it out, and exhaled as he spoke.

“He can indeed be a great help, except for that spider. Besides, he’s a nice guy, so you don’t need to have any ill intentions towards him.”

Constantine was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Even though he couldn't trust most people, he did save his life.

When he subconsciously does this, it already shows that he is trustworthy.

"Let's go. We can't help much by just chatting here. Let's go out and clean up the battlefield."

The train conductor waved and, carrying his hunting rifle, went out first.

Constantine followed him, and the four of them returned to the chaotic first carriage.

The carriage was in chaos; almost all the seats had been overturned, and the ceiling had been ripped open. A cold wind kept rushing into the carriage, making everyone shiver.

But there was neither the spider nor Igris.

The group exchanged glances, but continued walking towards the second carriage.

Upon arriving here, the sight of the enormous spider, with all its limbs severed and only a bald body lying paralyzed on the ground, made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Its body was covered in cuts, and dark green liquid was spilled all over the floor, but it seemed to have lost its corrosive properties. Its huge body could not move because it had lost its limbs, and could only sway back and forth, howling and wailing.

"...She did this?"

"It's obvious there's no one else."

The train conductor cautiously approached the spider, which seemed to only be able to scream, and poked its body with the butt of his gun.

It didn't react much, continuing to shake its body and emit piercing cries.

"…Pitiful."

Irwin spoke out of his own accord, instantly attracting Constantine's strange gaze.

Alvin seemed to realize that what he said might not have been appropriate, and was about to explain when he saw Constantine nod as well.

"...Indeed pitiful."

"..."

At this moment, how to deal with this large spider is clearly one problem, and another problem lies in...

"Those people are all dead."

The train conductor looked at the severed limbs on the floor, unsure whether to feel nauseous or moved.

Clearly, only Igris could have done something like this, since this spider wouldn't deliberately dismember everyone, let alone have its claws cut off.

"I have a feeling... she's more dangerous than I thought."

The train conductor clicked his tongue in surprise, but then Anfer patted him on the shoulder.

He looked up in suspicion, only to see a figure slowly walking out of the third carriage.

Her body was almost completely soaked in blood, and the blood-stained bandages on her face slowly receded and disappeared. Accompanied by the somewhat sticky sound of footsteps, Igris, holding a pistol and a straight sword, slowly stopped in front of everyone.