She is not an investigator.

"understand!"

As soldiers, they will unconditionally obey their superiors' orders, regardless of the meaning of those orders.

"And... crows, be careful."

"...Yes, sir."

The communication ended, and the crow, who was standing on the rooftop of a building, slowly lowered the sniper rifle in its hand.

As his gaze fell upon the collapsed buildings in the distance, even the most inconspicuous ripples instantly spread through the air.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his weapon again, carefully observing everything in that space through the high-powered scope.

Then he saw it.

That bloated, twisted, enormous, bizarre figure seemed to emerge slowly from the air.

It was a large baby, its body shrunken, its head enormous, covered in countless strange slimes, with dust, dirt, and buildings clinging to it.

On its back is a huge metal tube, the end of which is hard to find, but it seems to have lost its function, covered with rust and cracks.

The baby lay in the city, its piercing cries almost shattering everyone's eardrums, its enormous eyes glaring angrily at everything in the city.

It is watching the city, and it is watching the world.

"...Captain, I..."

"I saw it, we all saw it."

Anfer's voice came through the frequency band, and at some point, it was tinged with a deep sense of fatigue.

“Crow, tell me, do you feel fear when facing a monster of this size?”

"..."

He paused for a moment, then gripped the gun firmly in his hand once more.

"No, Captain, whatever stands against us, no matter how great it may be... fear should never be a reason to defeat us, Captain! I am ready for any battle!"

"Alright! I wasn't wrong about you! Raven! And everyone else! Maximize your ammunition and firepower, and fire at will!"

"Yes!"

"Roger that!"

click-

The crow took a deep breath, patted the weapon in its hand, and couldn't help but smile.

"I thought I would never have the chance to test your maximum firepower in my life, who would have thought... I would get this opportunity after I die."

The cold wind howled, as if responding to his passionate heart.

"Dad, Mom, your son... will never let you down."

The Fools of the Gods—Beyond the World: Chapter Thirty-Five, Beyond the World

A maze of streets, a complex situation, chaotic streets, and a mangled body.

He is not alone in this world; there is not only him, but also the ever-present darkness and the supreme faith.

Now he can finally help; now he can finally…

"Ugh! What...what is that thing?! It's disgusting!"

"..."

Constantine sighed, turned around unhappily to look at Vicatina behind him, and followed her gaze with resentment in the direction she was looking.

"What a surprise...?!"

Silently, on one side of the city, a colossal entity, seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart, lay there.

It was a giant baby, its eyes brimming with malice towards the world and towards everyone here.

“Lord, this is…the person you want me to advise.”

Constantine closed his eyes reverently, and involuntarily raised the weapon in his hand, a smile creeping onto his face.

"I will, I will make it...listen to your teachings, and let it feel your greatness!"

As he spoke, he began to walk towards the figure without hesitation, but just as he took a step, he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his collar by Vicatina.

"Wait a minute! Where are you going! Didn't you promise to take me to find Igris?!"

"..."

Constantine stopped in his tracks, looking at Vicatina who seemed unusually angry, and involuntarily covered his face.

"Ugh... what a troublesome guy... I should have just left you there..."

"Huh?! How could you be like this?!"

"Quiet down, quiet down, you're the noisiest witch I've ever met... I'll take you to her."

She was indeed the noisiest witch Constantine had ever met, even though he had hardly ever met any witches.

It is indeed quite a distance from here to the church. If she were to go alone, there is a high chance that she would be run over and killed by those floating babies on the way. If it was really his mistake that caused this to happen, Igris would most likely not forgive him.

…No, that's not right. She will forgive Constantine, but it will only make her more depressed and worsen her condition.

Who remembers that Constantine's original purpose was to bring Igris to heal her?

"You have to thank Igris; if it weren't for her, I really would have abandoned you."

"I will tell her this, tell her that you are going to abandon me."

Constantine was silent for a moment, then sighed silently.

"Never mind what I said."

Troublesome witch.

…………

Clang—!

With her straight sword planted in the pale stone slab, Igris looked around at the giant infant corpses that almost covered the entrance, let out a soft sigh, and then sat down on the steps to rest.

Dealing with these little guys won't take long; their fighting ability is really limited, or rather, they don't even know how to fight.

In Igris's opinion, these creatures are even less capable of fighting than vampires in many ways.

While both of these things are indeed equally disgusting.

For some reason, at this moment, Igris suddenly thought of Amelida.

After all, from a certain perspective, Amelida and these monsters should be of the same origin... right?

So why does she appear so much prettier, while these monsters seem to have grasped the direction of evolution, growing specifically towards ugliness?

If they really have a creator, it would probably be an incredibly ugly creature, otherwise she really couldn't imagine that there would be such a creature with such a perverse sense of humor.

Even Naya knew to present himself as a handsome man when transforming, so he could deceive others.

"..."

However, it seems she has been gone for some time now.

I wonder how they are doing now.

Will Olivia be completely bound by her family and lose her freedom?

Will she ever see Isabella again...?

She was the one who rejected me back then, but now she's the one I miss.

"...Emotions are such complicated things."

Although if given the chance again, she would probably still refuse.

hum-

A strange sound suddenly echoed in the air, accompanied by an odd ripple, and a huge figure suddenly appeared in the direction in front of Igris.

One, a huge baby.

"Is that the guy...?"

Igris wasn't surprised by this, after all, her other self had already explained a lot to her before leaving.

She unconsciously touched her lips, then couldn't help but give a slightly awkward smile.

She didn't know what she was laughing at, she just thought...it was pretty funny.

Let her laugh if she wants to; no one will blame her anyway.

After all, they would never see each other again.

Legend has it that there are two identical people in the world, but if they meet, one of them will die.

“...I didn’t expect you to have a storytelling side, Nyarlathotep.”

"Haha~ You've mistaken me for someone else."

"...!"

The sounds of roaring engines, piano music, cacophony, a turbulent river, conversations, the clanging of metal against metal, wails, screams, the crackling of electricity, cars, and rain.

The sounds of life and death, both forcefully penetrated Igris's mind and entered her heart at this moment, in this instant.

Her vision was instantly plunged into darkness, her consciousness became blurred, and everything began to become chaotic, trembling, and indescribable.

Oily, hard, black, worship.

Completely unrelated words kept crowding and colliding in her brain, until finally, at the moment the bell rang.

Calmness returned.

She opened her eyes.

At this moment, she is standing on the surface of a lake.

The water beneath her feet froze, reflecting her like a mirror.

Blonde hair, beauty, bewilderment, and blood.

Blood was slowly trickling down her forehead from a wound, not a very large one.