She is not an investigator.

"You've been repeating this for ages, why are you still fixated on this question?"

The administrator finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up. She didn't understand why Igris was still worrying about other issues when she had already obtained the secret treasure.

After all, wasn't her goal to get this thing?

"Although I did get it... this doesn't make sense."

Igris suddenly sat up and said with a serious expression.

“I went to the lower city, asked the vampires there, and learned about the problems they were facing. In addition, considering the special vampires in the exile area and the recent anomalies, everything points to the fact that Gluttony should be in the lower city and have affected the vampires there. So why did it end up in the old priest’s hands?”

Of course, that's not the most important thing; there's another issue that's truly important.

"Also, how did he know that this is what I'm looking for?"

"I can answer your last question."

The caretaker popped out, snatched the green sphere from Igris's hand, stopping her from playing with it, and said somewhat speechlessly.

"The identity of the administrator is not entirely hidden. Administrators have appeared throughout human history, and each time they have appeared, they have been collecting corresponding secret treasures. Fifty years ago, the previous administrator also carried out a similar operation. That old man should also know something about this, so when you came to this city, the people here were already watching you."

Even though the administrator isn't strictly speaking Igris, she is indeed Igris.

"So, it's precisely because they know what they have that they're trying to approach me...?"

"Yes."

Igris touched her chin thoughtfully, then suddenly asked with some curiosity.

"Since you possess the memories of the previous administrator, according to you, every administrator attempts to collect the lost treasures. So why were the treasures lost? And what happens after they are all collected?"

Compared to everything happening in the city, Igris is now more interested in the administrator's mission and the secrets.

If it's not that every administrator has a habit of collecting all the treasures and then throwing them away, then they must have been lost again for some reason.

Igris still doesn't understand what other purpose collecting the treasures could serve besides preventing them from wreaking havoc on the world.

Unfortunately, the administrator also shook her head.

"The administrator's memories are not as clear as you imagine, especially as the progress goes on, the memories become more and more blurred. But the only thing that is certain is that every administrator collected all seven treasures, but collecting them did not seem to be the goal. After that, all the administrators seemed to have failed, which is why the treasures were lost again."

"Ugh—that sounds so troublesome…why do I always end up with these kinds of jobs?"

Igris pouted in dissatisfaction, but the administrator pinched her cheek.

"Stop complaining. You'd be better off thinking about where to collect the next treasure. There's nothing worth staying in this city anyway."

"Of course, of course I understand."

Igris slapped the caretaker's hand away and sighed deeply.

"But anyway, let me rest for a bit, besides, I have things to do tonight, don't I? I made plans to meet you again tonight."

“I told you long ago, you should have just killed her. That would have saved us a lot of time.”

"Killing people indiscriminately is not something a good person should do."

Igris wouldn't do that; rather, she couldn't understand why the administrator liked killing so much.

"She's not human, and do you think you're a good person?"

Why not?

"Whatever you want."

It seemed that the caretaker didn't intend to argue with Igris about whether she was a good person or not. She had a general idea that once Igris chose to answer with a question, she wouldn't back down.

"Anyway... let's put the secret away first."

…………

In the cozy little house in the alternate world, the black and white cat was still lazily sleeping on the blanket in the living room.

Cats love to sleep, perhaps because of their name; they'll take a nap anywhere when they're sleepy, hence the name "cat."

When Igris appears, they all awaken at the same time and transform into human form one after another.

"Meow, I'm back!"

The most excited one is always the white cat. She seems to have inexhaustible energy and is always full of vitality.

In contrast, Black Cat is the complete opposite.

"Our cat won't say welcome back to you, cat..."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes again, looking even sleepier than Igris.

"Found a toy, meow?"

“Ah, indeed.

White Cat's eyes suddenly lit up, and then it quickly turned around, took out the box, and opened the lid.

"Meow! Congratulations, meow! You've already found three in such a short time, meow! As expected of Igris, meow!"

The white cat provides a lot of emotional value; at least for Igris, listening to such a kitten meowing in her ear would probably make her quite happy.

The premise is that she won't keep calling, otherwise she'll get annoyed sooner or later.

Igris placed the green sphere into the box, into its designated slot.

The white cat excitedly closed the lid, meowing as it approached Igris, trying to be friendly and affectionate.

Sure enough, no matter the time, the white cat always seems very outgoing and cute.

In comparison, the black cat was much darker.

"Our cat's book..."

"No leads yet."

"I knew it, meow..."

Black Cat lay back down on the ground, seemingly ignoring Igris.

Igris did not find any trace of the books she mentioned, but she had not forgotten them either. However, the librarian was not very clear about those books either.

It probably disappeared along with those faded memories.

"But then again... it feels like something's missing."

Standing in the cabin, Igris stroked her chin, deep in thought.

Her intuition told her that she had indeed forgotten something, but she couldn't quite recall it at first glance.

Especially when the white cat is still making a racket.

"...If it's something important, I'll probably remember it soon enough."

Of course, if it's not important, then forgetting it won't matter.

A bizarre stage play—The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thugs: Chapter Twenty-Seven, That's All

Igris was awakened by the sound of birdsong, a rare occurrence in the city.

The dim light shone through the window onto her face, causing her to slowly get out of bed. Still half-asleep, she rubbed her slightly disheveled blonde hair.

"Um--"

She stretched lazily, glanced out the window, and reached into her pocket. Some time ago, the only thing she could pull out was a weapon, but now, she also had a valuable pocket watch on her.

She hadn't forgotten that she still had an appointment tonight, such as going to a certain exiled neighborhood to talk to a vampire who would seem particularly strange no matter what.

Perhaps she could also take the opportunity to go down there and see if everything was still the same in that city, and if everything was going smoothly.

Igris was happy to send her blessings to that special city, hoping that the ID card she had worked so hard to obtain would still be valid.

She had worked incredibly hard to get that score, and she would be heartbroken if it were just wasted like that.

"Phew... my sleep quality seems to have deteriorated a lot lately."

She murmured to herself, her gaze falling on the boots by the window.

Logically, she should have gone to the appointment now, but just like everyone who has just woken up wants to take a nap, she was still out of it and her mind was wandering.

In other words, although she appeared to be staring at her shoes, she had actually been gone for a while.

Stop spacing out.

The caretaker's reminder was always just in time; her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to wake Igris from her slumber.

She raised her head, revealing her slender, pale neck, and looked up at the ceiling.

Igris didn't know why she did it; she probably wasn't fully awake yet.

"Thank you, Miss Administrator, you woke me up again."

Finally, she rubbed her eyes, slowly put on her boots, and jumped twice to make sure there was nothing wrong with her outfit.

Then, she touched her chin and turned her gaze to the only full-length mirror in the room.

Although she does have her own dressing mirror, it must be said that a full-length mirror can more clearly and obviously show her current overall condition compared to a dressing mirror.

Although she wasn't going on a date, as a lady, it's quite important to always check if there's anything wrong with her outfit.

Although she didn't wear any jewelry compared to other ladies, she didn't feel she needed anything that was merely superficially glamorous. In a sense, she was more dazzling than them.

"Um—good evening, Ms. Igris."

Suddenly, she bent slightly at her reflection in the mirror, placing one hand in front of her chest and the other behind her back, making a gesture that appeared to be a decent form of etiquette.

However, a large part of the reason is not because she did a particularly good job, but simply because her appearance was pleasing to the eye.

What stupid thing are you doing now?

The administrator expressed her dissatisfaction with Igris's inexplicable behavior; it must be said, she had indeed been frightened by Igris just now.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to see how other people would feel if I treated them this way."

"Igris replied."

"And the conclusion is probably that... no one would dislike such etiquette, especially when facing a beautiful young girl."

"You're finally showing some self-awareness," the manager replied.

Igris didn't say much, just chuckled softly, and picked up the coat and hat hanging by the door.

Although the weather has indeed warmed up, Iglesias still misses her old outfits, so much so that she has never abandoned this look.