She is not an investigator.

Igris looked up at the sky, which had turned deep blue, and silently gripped the pistol in her hand.

it's dark.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Fools: Chapter Twenty-Five, What You've Been Looking For

"Let me see which child is so lucky."

Igris slowly turned around and slowly raised the pistol in her hand.

"Oh, it's you... Hugh."

"..."

As day turned to night, Hugh, completely covered up, finally appeared before Igris, facing the weapon in her hand.

"What are you going to say? Or are you going to hunt me down?"

"I won't do that."

"Yeah."

Igris did not lower her weapon, but slowly walked towards the vampire.

Holding a firearm and deliberately getting close to a vampire is undoubtedly a bad idea.

This is true for most people, except for Igris.

“I’ve been to the lower city, as you probably know, so… a vampire living in the exile zone who still maintains their sanity, even using clothing to avoid direct exposure to the light, and always only taking action when the sun is about to set… you’re smart, so you probably haven’t tried to prey on your own kind.”

"..."

"Then why do you live here? Why do you stay here?"

Igris quickly came to face to face with her, and under her gaze, Igris slowly lowered the pistol in her hand and put it back in her waistband.

"I was simply asking a question."

Just as Igris said, she had done her best to be friendly, even willing to be unarmed and so close to a vampire.

"So, can you answer my question?"

Her face was reflected in Igris's pupils. Compared to when they first met, Hugh was quieter and colder now, and she didn't even show any expression.

But she still answered Igris's question, which is perhaps why she came here.

"This is a place of exile."

She spoke, staring intently into Igris's eyes, her expressionless face unchanged.

“I am a sinner, so I am here, and I only deserve to be here.”

"—So, the name Hugh."

"It's already dark."

She suddenly interrupted Igris, and slowly backed away as Igris' eyes narrowed slightly.

“We still have time and opportunities to talk, but not now… Tomorrow night, I will still be here waiting for you, and then I will tell you everything.”

"..."

tomorrow.

Tomorrow is also the day of the handover ceremony in the lower city.

Perhaps she didn't mean anything by those words, but Igris couldn't help but think about them.

"Hugh, answer my last question."

So now, she also needs to make one thing clear.

"Will you go back to the lower city?"

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

She knew what Igris was asking, and she knew what the city was going through.

She knew more and was more detailed than Igris had imagined.

She had no intention of getting involved in the power struggle, whether in the upper town or the lower town.

"And... thank you for the eggs."

"—"

Hugh disappeared.

Just like that, it vanished from Igris's sight.

Igris didn't even see how she did it, but this colleague also raised another question.

She is strong, stronger than Igris had imagined.

But why is she unwilling to tell Igris everything now? What is she worried about, or are there some things she doesn't want Igris to know so soon?

"...Miss Administrator, what do you think?"

"I've already said it, don't ask me what I think anymore. I only have one suggestion: kill them all."

"Really violent."

Igris pursed her lips, silently looked in the direction where she had disappeared, turned around quietly, and walked towards home.

The streets were much quieter; she didn't see any other vampires, nor did she encounter any attacks.

Of course, Igris didn't think it was because she was lucky today, or because the vampires were on strike because they weren't getting enough to eat.

There is only one possibility.

They are all dead.

Who did it? Hugh.

Besides her, there seemed to be no other figure to be seen on this street.

She is likely plotting or planning something.

What exactly is her stance, and what is her purpose?

Hard to understand.

However, Igris probably doesn't need to worry too much, since strictly speaking, she's just a tourist visiting the city.

The people in the upper and lower towns should be the ones who are truly troubled.

Instead, Igris should think about what to eat for dinner.

She hasn't eaten for almost half a day. If this continues, she's afraid she'll become a target of binge eating.

But perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing? At least it would save Igris the trouble of going looking for it.

I don't know whether death or gluttony will come knocking first if I keep starving.

"What should we have for dinner?"

"Weren't you just thinking about their conspiracy a second ago?"

"You need to be well-fed to think properly."

…………

"Good morning! It's rare to see you here so early today..."

Igris went to work again, and although she was not doing well, the nun still greeted her every day with great enthusiasm.

Igris was almost embarrassed.

"Is the old priest here? I need to speak with him."

"The old priest was in the backyard as usual."

Igris nodded and quickly headed towards the backyard.

Actually, she wasn't in a hurry; it's just that she wasn't very good at talking to overly enthusiastic women.

In contrast, she preferred chatting with an old man who was practically half-buried; at least that made her feel more relaxed.

Upon arriving in the backyard, the old priest was still sitting on the bench, with a beautiful fountain behind him.

He looked sleepy, probably because he's getting old and always finds himself wanting to take a nap anywhere.

Perhaps Igris will be like this someday? Although she is like this now.

"Father, I'm back."

"Hmm? Oh! Igris, congratulations, it seems like everything is going well?"

"That's it."

Igris tossed the brooch to the old priest and said to herself.

"The situation is not complicated. The handover between the old and new leaders will likely take place today, but the old leader will not completely retire. He will continue to serve for some time until the new leader is able to maintain the city's order and basic structure."

"Oh, I see."

The old priest nodded, but seemed indifferent, as if he didn't really care what Igris had said.

Igris didn't care, after all, she did do as the other party said, and the rest was none of her business.

"This is all the information I have. You will need to make your own judgments about the specific situation, since my information may not be entirely accurate."

"Thank you for your hard work. As for the compensation, we've thought about it for a long time and finally found something that you might be interested in."

"?"

"Ah, I brought it with me."

He reached into his pocket and handed a dark green sphere to Igris.

"What you've been looking for is gluttony."

The Bizarre Stage Play – The City of Bloodthirsty Gluttons: Chapter Twenty-Six, The Secret of Gluttony

"I really didn't expect this..."

Lying at home, Igris looked at the green sphere in her hand, finding it strange no matter how she thought about it.

"This doesn't make sense..."