She is not an investigator.

That's right, non-humans are included, and that's what Constantine has always found terrifying.

"But it makes sense, doesn't it...?"

Angelo touched his chin and squinted slightly as he spoke.

"Not only is she beautiful, but she's also incredibly strong in combat, and she looks really cool when she's fighting... It's pretty normal that everyone likes her."

"See, the fact that you have this thought also proves that you are starting to develop feelings for her."

Constantine had already seen through everything. For Igris, most of the people who were willing to get to know her and spend time with her, except for those who were really determined to do bad things and cause destruction, would develop some goodwill towards her.

Constantine even secretly checked to see if there were any unusual items related to this.

He certainly found many, but it seemed difficult to match them one by one with Igris.

So he could only interpret it as... Igris's personal charm?

In short, it is indeed very scary.

"Speaking of which...may I ask you what you're looking at?"

Perhaps because he was about the same age as Constantine, Angelo particularly enjoyed talking to Constantine, and although Constantine seemed to speak very little, he still responded.

"It's just a notebook...Are you interested in theology?"

"Theology? I was exposed to it when I was in school, but I didn't know much about it. Why are you bringing this up?"

Angelo scratched his face in confusion, while Constantine slammed his book shut, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"You used to live in Frostville, right? Was there a church there?"

"It seems so... but I've never been there, and I'm not religious."

"You're not religious? That means you're an abeliever? Well, I think I'd be happy to talk to you about our Lord and..."

"Cough cough."

Igris' cough came at just the right moment, silencing Constantine.

"and?"

Angelo looked at Constantine, who had suddenly fallen silent, and asked in return with some confusion.

"...and conduct in-depth research on geographical features such as geology and landforms."

In the end, it still turned into geography.

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter 57, Temporary Stop

in the afternoon.

Another afternoon has passed.

The sun had not yet set, but the train had already stopped.

They stopped at a makeshift station where there was no one else and nothing noteworthy except for more tents and food.

This is the second day, and their trip is finally coming to an end.

I don’t know if I should be happy, but Iglesias should arrive in Frostville by tomorrow night.

This should have been good news, but after learning about Frostville, she couldn't be happy at all.

Instead, they seemed... even more anxious.

If she could go alone, she probably wouldn't have any worries, but she can't now.

She still needs the train crew's help, and naturally, they will also encounter danger because of Igris.

So even at times like this, she had no choice but to stay in her own tent, worrying about the future while sucking on a candy.

She was running low on candy, and perhaps she could find some substitutes to soothe her spirits, but she couldn't think of any other way.

Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have had her attacks as often anymore, though she doesn't know the exact reason why.

Actually, even now, Igris is more interested in studying the things she brought out of that cemetery.

Igris had always thought that the scalpel was more of a souvenir, and had no other special significance. Even the title it held was just a minor enhancement.

But in reality, this scalpel brought more than just that to Igris.

Perhaps she has only now truly mastered this power, this... inheritance?

White bandages quickly wrapped around her cheeks, completely covering her face.

This is probably the special ability that scalpel gave her—a very strange way of disguising herself.

Of course, this seemingly decorative function actually brought about a boost that Igris could hardly imagine.

Even though her eyes were blindfolded, she could still see everything in front of her clearly, and even every sense in her body was magnified at this moment.

Her hearing was already excellent, and at times like this, she could hear all the sounds she wanted to hear nearby.

She wouldn't feel hurt by noise, nor would she feel confused by too many or too chaotic sounds around her. This feeling was more like an enhancement than a simple amplification of the senses.

In this state, her reaction speed will increase, her dynamic vision will improve, and even her movements will become faster.

Igris didn't know, but she thought of the time she fought the Ripper.

He was able to easily deflect the bullets fired by Igris with just his small scalpel.

Perhaps she can do it too?

Maybe, but she doesn't want to try, because if she fails, the consequences will probably be dire.

"Ugh…"

"Why are you hiding here sighing all by yourself?"

Cecilia's voice suddenly came over, and the next moment, a tall figure uninvitedly entered Igris's tent and sat down very naturally beside her.

Igris did not invite her over, nor did she invite her to sit down.

"...You should have greeted me before coming in."

"I already greeted you, but you just didn't hear me."

Cecilia was lying nonchalantly; there was no way Igris wouldn't hear her greeting. She was just making excuses.

The bandages on Igris's face slowly faded, revealing her heavy and worried expression.

Even though she felt a little embarrassed, and even though she felt that there wouldn't be any problem if she didn't say the question, she still couldn't help but raise her head and look at Cecilia sitting next to her.

“Cesvia, tell me… if something really happens, will you blame me?”

What nonsense are you spouting?

Cecilia raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat unhappy. Seeing Igris's dejected appearance, she probably knew what Igris was worried about, but Igris didn't need to worry about it at all.

"Didn't we already vote? The final result is that we'll listen to you. Now that we've made a decision, why... blame you?"

"But I was able to keep everyone out of danger, wasn't I?"

"But you're not the one who truly put everyone in danger."

Cecilia patted Igris on the shoulder. She wasn't good at comforting people, but she couldn't bear to see Igris so upset.

"They also have their own decision-making power. If they really oppose this decision, then you won't see everyone raising their hands to vote."

As she spoke, she reached for Igris's waist, pulled out the pistol from her waist, and then touched her side before continuing.

"Instead, everyone is holding their own weapon, ready to use bullets to tell others that what they say is the truth, but that doesn't actually happen, does it? Because everyone is willing to believe you and willing to help you."

"..."

"Seriously... I've already said all this, why do you still look so unhappy? I'm really bad at comforting people... Should I go and call Felina over?"

She muttered to herself as she stood up and left Igris's tent.

But she had just stood up when Igris suddenly grabbed her arm.

Cecilia stopped, blinked, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, handed the pistol back to Igris.

"Sorry, I forgot about that."

"...It's not because of that."

Igris put the pistol aside and said hesitantly.

"Stay with me a little longer..."

"...!"

Cecilia sat down almost instantly, appearing unusually excited for some reason. Perhaps she had misunderstood something, or perhaps she was simply happy because Igris needed her.

But Igris didn't mean anything by it; she just needed someone to stay with her for a while, listen to her complaints, comfort her from time to time, give her a warm hug, and hold her when she felt sad, stroking her back and gently comforting her.

She might be a little greedy, but people have done this before.

People are always nostalgic, and even in a new environment, Igris still finds it difficult to move on from her past experiences.

"...I do look like a lot of trouble."

Igris rubbed her cheeks dejectedly and took a deep breath.

"But things will get better. Once I find that place, everything will be alright, as long as... why are you taking your clothes off?!"

"Huh? Ah? Isn't that what you meant?"

"I'm not...you, I...Get out! Get out!"

A bewildered Cecilia was eventually driven away by an enraged Igris, even though she had no idea what she had done wrong.

However, upon seeing the faint reddish hue on the horizon, Cecilia seemed to understand something and nodded thoughtfully.

"...Indeed, it's still too early now."

The Gods' Fool - The Northern Train: Chapter 58, I'm Still the Best Looker

"I've had enough of these people..."

Igris lay sprawled in the tent, her face pressed weakly to the ground, seemingly playing the role of a corpse.

It must be said that she played the role quite well, especially the limp and powerless appearance.

"Why is this all these people can think about..."

Igris never understood this problem; every friend she thought she had a decent relationship with eventually escalated to this strange level.