She is not an investigator.

Her flames can melt steel, her blades can vanquish evil, and her bullets can clear away most obstacles in her path.

But she still worries about things she can't do.

She didn't want to see anyone again because of her helplessness.

The Gods' Folly - The Northern Train: Chapter 50, I Have Never Feared the Storm

"really."

"As expected, it's Yi Qilian Yishan 2IX Eryue/Yi."

"Your despondency, your helplessness, your doubts, your confusion will eventually kill you, and kill everyone who stays by your side."

She spoke as if she were recounting something extremely ordinary.

Igris had always known and understood all of this.

This is why she came here, and why she was willing to give up most of herself to go to that icy plain to seek that elusive salvation.

No one can truly understand Igris, so no one can truly stand in her shoes and say anything to her.

But Igris doesn't need those things, just like how she always loses her mind, falls into madness and chaos, but always manages to find her way back.

She never loses her way home.

"Everything you said is not in my consideration."

"whatever."

Simia shrugged, and although she hesitated, she couldn't help but remind her again.

“I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but… the waves will swallow everyone who tries to peer into the deep sea. Stay away from it, or the storm will find you and destroy you again.”

If, at this point, Igris still cannot understand what she is saying, then she is indeed quite shameful.

But that doesn't matter, yes, it doesn't matter to Igris.

“I appreciate your kindness and understand your concerns, but since you know me and know who I am, you should also know my choice.”

“But you are not Aaron, you are… Igris.”

She uttered that name again, her resolute gaze fixed on Igris's frail body.

"You've lost your former pride, everything you once had. You can no longer withstand the storm; it can kill you once, and it can kill you a second time... I will no longer call you by that name, but... but you still have the choice to escape it all, don't you..."

Simia finally reached out and grasped Igris's hand, holding that somewhat cold, slender hand in her palm.

“I have told you everything. In these three years, I have gone to countless places where you might appear to look for any trace of you, but my countless searches have only proven that the possibility of your death is getting greater and greater.”

"..."

"I didn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it, but finally, my search has been answered. I've found you again, even though you're no longer the person you once were. But I am still the same person I once was. I can give you everything I have, as long as..."

She pursed her lips, suppressing her somewhat out-of-control emotions, and took a deep breath before speaking.

"As long as you are willing to leave with me, get away from those things, be an ordinary person, and live an ordinary life."

"You know I won't choose that."

"Why! Wasn't that shipwreck enough! You're a human being, an ordinary human being. Bullets, explosives, anything that could harm you could kill you! Why... couldn't you be afraid for a moment? Couldn't you worry about your own life..."

"Yes, so you don't know me well enough, and you never have."

Igris took a deep breath and turned to look out the window. The endless snowfield was reflected in her eyes, but she could still recall the towering waves that stretched like mountains and the storm that seemed to tear the sky apart.

It seems that from that time onward, He, and they, never let Igris go.

Perhaps she got too close, or perhaps her life was destined to be forever under the gaze of these things.

She should feel pathetic, she should feel bored, she should feel terrified by that storm.

But she never did, because she was Aaron Roger, the legendary investigator, because she was Igris, the one destined to leave her mark on history.

"I have never been afraid of storms."

Like those gazes that lingered on her, those imprints etched into her soul.

"I am the storm."

"...!"

Her arrogance, her pride, everything about her.

Even now, Simia has finally seen her clearly, understood her true nature and everything about her.

Her soul was restless and untamed, full of desire and rebellion. It was always roaring, shouting war cries at anything that tried to touch it.

That's why... she wasn't afraid of death.

That is why the symbol of the inheritance of desire... responded to her with ease.

"Simia".

Igris called her name, and before she could recover from the shock, Igris had already stood up and withdrawn her hand.

"Now that you know all this, will you still choose to move forward?"

"…I."

Simia didn't know whether she should choose to continue or...

Or... should we stop here?

For three years, following in Aaron's footsteps was the only thing she did.

Finally, she found him. Right now, the person she had longed for day and night, the one who had guided almost the entire first half of her life, was right in front of her.

Igris wouldn't want to leave with her, so what about her?

Should she also choose to... give up?

Leave those dangerous areas, and like she said, be an ordinary person.

Is that right?

"...I will continue as before."

She ultimately made her own choice.

Only now could she truly understand every word Igris had said to her, and the power contained within those words.

She understood why Igris had rejected her, and she also understood why Igris continued to choose to walk into the storm.

She never lost sight of her goal... because standing before her was Igris.

She found the person she had been longing for, but that person was still sleeping soundly beneath the deep sea.

“I will…continue like him.”

Perhaps this is... a legacy?

Igris thought of the few people on that street where he had experienced kinship.

At that time, he couldn't understand anything about that man, but by the time he did, that man was already gone forever.

And at this moment, Aaron Roger, who perished in the deep sea, also found his own successor.

"Simia".

"...?"

“I have nothing left to leave you. If I survive and find a new direction, I will return to Molkens, and if the opportunity arises, and if you wish, we will probably meet again there.”

"..."

Simia took a deep breath and forced a not-so-good smile.

"Then can I take it as your agreement with what I said in the past?"

Igris raised an eyebrow and asked in return with some suspicion.

"...those words?"

"I thought you were really considering making me your wife."

"..."

Iglesias wouldn't try to imagine that scene.

I have a feeling... someone will bleed.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter 51, Who's Chirping Me Behind My Back?

"It's snowing."

Time passed quickly, not only because Igris' attention was easily diverted from things she was particularly prone to nitpicking, but also because she finally felt a rare sense of peace again.

In short, by the time she came to her senses, Felina was already beside her, looking out the window at the passing scenery, leaning slightly forward.

Her eyes were bright, reflecting the white snowfield outside, making her look exceptionally excited and joyful.

She said that she travels to many places, which is probably why she is willing to travel around. She can always see what she wants more often.

For example, its aesthetic appeal.

"This probably means that we are indeed closer to our destination."

Igris glanced at her smiling expression, then looked out the window with her, watching the snowflakes fall from time to time.

It was a quiet moment, for Igris and for everyone in the car.

The falling snowflakes were few, small, and loose.

They appeared exceptionally quiet, like cotton wool fluttering in the height of summer, yet they carried an incongruous chill.

"I quite like snow."

As she spoke, Philina moved closer to Igris and grabbed her sleeve.

This action had no particular meaning; it was simply her way of trying to reach out to and get closer to Igris, like whispering at her door, "I'm coming in."

Igris wouldn't stop her; let her be happy. Igris wouldn't mind the issue.

However, it seems that some people are different.

"Look, the sun hasn't even set yet, and some people are already itching to embarrass themselves here?"

A defiant and arrogant voice came from behind Igris, and Simia's figure slowly approached her and Felina.