She is not an investigator.

A ball that can fly.

"What's this…?"

"I haven't named it yet... but it's amazing."

Vicatina seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Igris's lackluster performance. She looked around and finally fixed her gaze on a dusty teacup.

"Try this."

As she spoke, Vicatina picked up the cup and threw it at Igris.

Simia instinctively gripped the gun barrel, preparing to throw the object back as she had done last time. However, before she could do that, the sphere floating in the air shot out first, its small body instantly expanding and flattening into something resembling a shield, directly blocking the cup.

The teacup shattered on the ground, and Vicatina nodded proudly.

"Look! This is a treasure I spent 4 years crafting, gathering the wisdom and experience of countless others. It's incredibly precious!"

When it came to her inventions, the witch, who had always been very cautious, finally revealed a rather interesting smile.

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"So... its purpose is to protect me from attacks?"

Igris looked at the small sphere floating beside her and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it, but it quickly dodged her.

This is probably to prevent the evasion system from interfering with the user's actions during combat.

Really smart, very intelligent.

"Of course, it's not just that. If you want, you can also transform it into any weapon you want, such as knives, spears, clubs, or anything else."

"That's amazing?"

Igris paused for a moment, then stretched out her hand.

The sphere quickly flew into Igris's palm, pierced through it, and rapidly transformed into an ordinary metal rod.

This inexplicably reminded Igris of Alex's transforming stick, though the difference between the two is probably quite significant.

As Igris opened her hand, the iron rod transformed back into a sphere and hovered in mid-air.

"It is indeed very gorgeous... but it doesn't seem to have any effect on me."

Igris returned the sphere to Vicatina, and gently shook her head under her somewhat surprised gaze.

"Since you say this is your hard work, then you should keep it for yourself. At least for me, it's not really something that can be of much help."

At least in terms of combat, Igris was quite satisfied with her weapons.

Whether it was the pistol that could handle most types of ammunition, or the straight sword that was so sharp and hard that it would remain unscathed even when colliding with steel.

There is no doubt that this sword is not a normal weapon, but Igris has not yet found a way to turn it into something like that scalpel, so she can only use it as it is for the time being.

Even so, it still helps Igris a lot on many occasions.

"Wait...wait!"

However, after hearing what Igris said, Vicatina's hand holding the sphere trembled violently.

She approached Igris with some disbelief and waved the object in her hand again.

"You really don't want it? It's amazing, really..."

"I don't really need it."

Igris shook her head again, indicating that she would no longer consider getting her hands on it.

As for the reward for taking her away... we can talk about that later.

"Take another look! It just looks ordinary! It's actually really powerful... It can not only regenerate itself and automatically defend against attacks, but it can even block bullets fired at you!"

Compared to the wariness and unease that Vicatina had shown before, she now acted like a salesperson, introducing the items in her hands to Igris while pleading with her to take a closer look.

They even seemed a little pitiful.

However, considering that this thing took her thirty years to make, it is indeed a bit too hurtful to receive such a comment.

Kind-hearted Igris couldn't bear to see her like this, so she sighed and gently comforted her.

"That's right, in my opinion, this thing is just useless trash, a piece of junk that can be found anywhere, something that no one would even bother to throw in the trash can..."

Igris abruptly covered her mouth and silently looked at Vicatina, who had a blank expression in front of her.

That's not what she wanted to say; she really intended to comfort the witch in front of her.

However, someone, whether or not he truly had a crush on Igris, still managed to get her to say those words.

He said something extremely hurtful.

“…Igris, what you said seems a bit excessive.”

Even Simia couldn't stand it anymore and started to denounce Igris.

"And you, you only talked about her and didn't mention you, did you? Who do you think you are, you self-righteous fool? Can't you figure out your own identity and position?"

"Igris...?"

"That's not what I said!!"

This time, we really can't blame Igris, since she covered her mouth and there's no way she could have said it.

But the voice was definitely hers.

Igris and Simia exchanged a glance, and after a half-second of silence, they quickly drew their weapons and scanned their surroundings back to back.

Seeing the two people's huge reactions, Vicatina realized that those hurtful words were probably not spoken by Igris. She quickly wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes and rushed to the two people for shelter.

The voice didn't come from Igris, but inside the police station, they didn't see anything else either.

There were still only the three of them there, but the voice was definitely not a hallucination.

"...Mirror Demon".

Suddenly, Igris remembered something and took the initiative to summon the Mirror Demon.

Simia and Vicatina, standing to the side, couldn't help but turn their gazes to Igris, seemingly wondering what the Mirror Demon she was talking about was.

The next moment, a figure that looked exactly like Igris suddenly appeared out of thin air in the surrounding air.

"You finally called me out... Ah, someone's here?"

click.

That was the sound of Simia cocking her strange flintlock pistol.

"Simia! Don't be impulsive, it's one of us."

Seeing that Simia was pointing her gun at the Mirror Demon, Igris quickly blocked her gun.

Vicatina, looking at the two almost identical Igris, was now also thrown into confusion.

It wasn't a good idea to let the Mirror Demon appear in front of everyone like this, but Igris needed them to know about the Mirror Demon's existence and abilities.

"It is a mirror demon that can disguise itself as other people and has no malicious intent."

As she spoke, Igris patted the Mirror Demon on the shoulder.

Although somewhat reluctant, the Mirror Demon silently transformed into Emily's appearance to make it easier for everyone to distinguish between them.

As for why it was Emily Rida…

Perhaps it's because she was one of the few other humans the Mirror Demon had ever interacted with.

"So, Igris, you need help, right?"

The Mirror Demon naturally moved closer to Igris, causing Simia, who was standing nearby, to twitch involuntarily.

Igris didn't notice this, nor would she pay attention to such details.

“Indeed… Mirror Demon, I need you to help me recall what I did after arriving in this city today.”

This is actually a strange question, because Igris shouldn't be unable to remember what she did.

But Igris also learned after her experience at the castle that human memory can lie.

But in any case, the Mirror Demon will not.

"Um…"

The Mirror Demon pondered for a moment, then narrowed its eyes slightly, revealing a strange expression.

"I saw it, two of you are involved in the incident."

The Fools of the Gods - Beyond the World: Chapter Eighteen, Anomaly, and Wrath

"Two...Igris?"

Simia's doubts were suppressed by Igris's gesture, and the Mirror Demon continued.

"I saw it. You returned here, taking many things with you, along with the people who were here before, and left for..."

The Mirror Demon suddenly stopped speaking, its expression becoming dull, confused, and... pained.

Its pupils suddenly shrank and then dilated again, and its body began to tremble involuntarily, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying.

“Igris—Igris…”

She began to frantically try to grab onto Igris beside her, her eyes seemingly losing all function at that moment, turning pale and dark.

Igris grasped the Mirror Demon's trembling arm and gently stroked its back.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. What do you see?"

Undoubtedly, it saw something extraordinary, something that was enough to plunge it into chaos and fear, and to threaten a unique being born from disorder.

It's only what it appears to be.

"I saw you... I saw you leave, you left... I didn't know you were still in this city, but..."

For the first time, its descriptive abilities were so limited; it didn't even know how to describe everything it saw.

Finally, finally.

It seemed to realize something, and its face lit up with joy, its expression softening.

It came to that word, the best word to describe the current situation.

"You led them into the mirror."