She is not an investigator.

This makes her look less like a beautiful woman; without her striking blonde hair, she could easily be mistaken for a man from behind.

But that doesn't matter, since no matter what, she's unlikely to wear a skirt.

As her hat once again covered her long golden hair, she slowly pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the bright, quiet street.

She knew there were hardly any people around where she lived, something she had already figured out when she rented the place. Even so, the streetlights were still bright, which warmed her heart.

This also chilled the vampires' hearts.

"Many times I've thought that maybe I'm a variant of a vampire."

She started saying nonsensical things again, and as she spoke, she slowly climbed up the low wall and headed towards the roof.

It was very inelegant, but there was no other way; it was, after all, her only way to get to that closed street.

"Why do you say that?"

The administrator countered with a question.

Unexpectedly, she did not launch another attack on Igris, but simply asked a question in return.

She's probably already used to Igris's erratic thinking.

"Yes, vampires generally have fair skin, consume blood, are very strong in combat, like to appear at night, have night vision, and most human vampires are handsome and beautiful."

"After thinking about it carefully, isn't this exactly me?"

Igris climbed onto the roof, then crouched down and looked toward her destination.

It was still completely dark there, and even if she looked, she couldn't make out anything.

"But you also really enjoy sunbathing."

She answered.

"That's true, so the future evolutionary direction of those vampires might be to move closer to me."

Igris rambled on and on, strolling slowly across the rooftops, her movements light and her steps slow.

She was trying to enjoy the feeling of being high up and take in the surrounding night view.

Since arriving here, she has rarely had the opportunity to stop thinking about other things and simply relax and do what she subconsciously wants to do.

Igris had almost forgotten that she was actually a traveler, but of course, it's not too late to remember now.

She has plenty of time; there will always be opportunities to make up for all her regrets.

"If you could choose one person to travel here with you, who would you choose?"

The administrator raised a pointed question, which was perhaps very pointed from her perspective.

Because she knew that Igris had always been running away from the issue, always trying to avoid confronting that emotion.

But she seems very different today.

"Mirabelle, that's all."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Enthusiasts: Chapter Twenty-Eight, Sins of the Past

Tap, tap, tap.

The crisp sound of leather boots echoed through the quiet, dark street.

Her leisurely figure slowly walked towards her destination, her hands in her pockets, seemingly without any fear of the surrounding darkness, nor any sign that could stop her.

In contrast, her looking around distractedly was probably the biggest reason that slowed her down.

In any case, she seemed far too relaxed; perhaps she genuinely felt like she was on a date?

Click.

The sound of stones being kicked came from around the corner of the street, and a figure that seemed to belong to Igris slowly emerged from the corner and walked towards Igris.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lady Vampire."

Igris repeated her performance in front of the mirror, though her movements were far from standard, but no one cared.

For some reason, Igris was in a good mood and even had the leisure to joke with Hugh, almost whistling at him.

Although she can't blow it.

"...Now that you're here, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

She remained sullen, her head bowed, so much so that even Igris couldn't see her eyes.

"Ah, of course those aren't urgent. Did you clean this street?"

Igris was certainly not referring to cleaning the place; Hugh knew exactly what she meant.

"I don't want our meeting to be disturbed by anything else."

She said it in a strange way, but Igris knew she probably didn't mean anything by it.

Even if it existed, it wouldn't be of any use.

"Then, please answer my first question."

Igris slowly hugged her arms, and the fingers of her other hand began to twirl around the tip of her hair.

Where did your name come from?

“Perhaps this question can explain many things at the same time,” she replied.

Igris remained silent, gesturing for her to continue.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally made up her mind and said with some melancholy.

"...You should be aware of the chaos in the lower city before it was built."

"And before all that chaos ended, many humans still lived in this city."

"And on that day, I met my first, and possibly last, friend."

…………

That was a few days before the liberation.

At that time, I was a special vampire. I was born from a tender sprout, yet I possessed the will of a human.

Like everyone else, I struggled to survive in this chaotic city, searching for food.

"..."

This was not a one-sided hunt, but a clash between two races.

Vampires and humans became mortal enemies at this moment, fighting and hunting each other.

Perhaps it's not for food, but simply to assert their sovereignty.

"Ugh…"

Back then, I didn't have my own name yet. I knew I was strong, but I was also always hungry.

I don't want to prey on my own kind, but I also dare not appear in front of humans.

I feared their weapons, I feared their fearless way of fighting, so I was always hungry.

But perhaps I'm a lucky guy; in the ruins of a house, I found a basement.

Found them. The first unarmed human with no aggressive intent.

"Don't come any closer!"

She was like a frightened rabbit, baring her teeth and claws, but posing no threat whatsoever.

She was afraid of me because I was covered in blood and because I was a vampire.

"Humans..."

"...!"

Then, she drew her gun.

It's ridiculous, but the moment I saw the gun barrel, I thought about running away. I was afraid of getting hurt, because if I did, I would most likely be preyed upon by my own kind.

But I didn't run away, not for any particular reason, but because of the almost insane hunger that drove me crazy.

"...Could you...give me something to eat...?"

I said this to her.

"...?"

She was puzzled and couldn't understand why a vampire would seek food from her instead of attacking her.

Yes, she couldn't understand, and neither could I. I don't know why I said such a thing.

There were plenty of emergency food supplies in the basement, though they didn't look like they would last long, but I was really starving.

After hearing what I said, she froze, but still held the gun in her hand.

So I ran away, pretending I hadn't seen her, and turned around to cover the basement door again.

But she called out to me.

"...Canned food is fine, is that okay?"

I do not know.

Vampires have never eaten canned food; vampires eat people.

But I accepted it; it was the first real meal I had ever eaten since I was born.

It was a can of sardines, very salty, but I ate it all. I didn't know what to say; I didn't even know I should say thank you at that moment.

So I left, closed the door, and left the street.

I ate my first meal, which made my weak body feel much better.

Days passed by, and I still hadn't caught a single prey.

In the lower city, there aren't even birds.

So I went back.

Food is very precious in the lower town, extremely precious.

I thought she would kick me out, but she didn't. She just opened the door and handed me a lot of food.