She is not an investigator.

"...!"

During battles, she rarely gets time to rest. Wielding a heavy weapon like a spiked hammer consumes a tremendous amount of her energy, so even when faced with vampires charging right in front of her, she couldn't raise her weapon again.

The vampire's claws moved swiftly toward her, almost immediately striking her cheek.

But at that moment, a crisp impact sound reached her ears.

Clang—!

The attack was deflected, and a bullet struck the vampire's head precisely. Igris's profile came into view, and she spoke with a slight smile.

"Since I just saved your life, could you please stop thinking about killing me?"

The pistol spun rapidly in Igris's hand, ejecting all the empty cartridge cases.

She wanted to change the bullet, but it was difficult to do with one hand, so she simply put the pistol back on her waist and took the opportunity to wipe the blood off Nelly's face.

"Once you've rested enough, we'll have to leave."

Because there were too many of them, Igris did not intend to continue fighting them here.

After all, it's obviously unrealistic for the two of them to think they could kill everyone in front of them.

According to Igris, she has two paths to take next.

Either leave this city, go to a place you're more familiar with to get backup, and then come back to fight your way back.

This plan will be relatively difficult because they certainly won't simply let Igris leave, so they will most likely lock down the city directly.

The second path is simple: return to the lower city and find the old guard who can truly become your allies.

They couldn't possibly wipe out all the remnants of the old regime after seizing power, so that was Igris's opportunity, and also their greatest weakness.

If they were given more time, it would indeed be more difficult to handle, but they were still too impatient.

"You're too arrogant. Do you really think the two of you can break out of here?"

The vampire leader dismissed Igris's words with disdain.

Humans, mere beings, have no reverence for power whatsoever.

"Strictly speaking, I could have done it on my own, but you did remind me."

Igris flicked the blade in her hand, then completely sheathed it and snapped her fingers lightly.

A pale, snow-white hand appeared out of thin air and grasped Igris's hand. As their fingers intertwined, another figure slowly emerged from the void and raised Igris's hand.

"You should have called me out a long time ago."

That's what the administrator said.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirty-Five, On the Edge of the Battlefield

In a dark corner that no one could easily spot, three figures were huddled together, huddled inside.

The sound of chaotic footsteps occasionally rose from the surroundings and then quickly faded away.

After the fourth ringing ended, the surroundings finally fell into complete silence.

Igris turned her head and looked at the female administrator leaning against her.

She didn't look well; she was clutching a scimitar that was still sheathed tightly in her arms, and her pale hair and skin were stained with a little blood.

Of course, she wasn't injured, of course not. The blood came from their enemies, and she was just tired.

Her physical strength was almost as weak as Igris's.

Seemingly noticing Igris's offensive gaze, she turned her head, glared at Igris fiercely, and then simply closed her eyes to concentrate on resting.

Igris didn't say anything, so even if the administrator was really angry, it had nothing to do with her.

Because the administrator was not in good physical condition, she did manage to tear a hole in the encirclement in a short period of time by using her strong combat power and skills, but that was all she could do before she almost lost the strength to hold the knife.

It's not her fault. After all, even if Igris were to try it herself, just looking at those vampires who were stronger than bulls would give her a headache.

But they still managed to escape, so the credit can naturally be attributed to Sister Nelly, who came out with them.

Igris's gaze fell on her, only to find that the other person was also staring at Igris.

Nelly is indeed a pretty young girl, and it's more likely that her becoming a nun is related to this. Of course, bringing this up suddenly isn't because Igris was attracted to her beauty or anything like that.

But her smile is a little too scary right now.

"No matter what... I'm really grateful to you."

Igris spoke softly.

Nelly's eyes widened in surprise as she covered her mouth, her gaze becoming somewhat dazed and confused.

“Oh… Igris, I want to say it’s what I should do, but that’s not me. I’m not that savage, you should know that…”

Igris should know that.

If it weren't for the spiky hammer in her arms, stained with blood and even with a piece of unknown flesh hanging from it, Igris would be more inclined to believe the truth.

But she didn't care now, after all, a nun with strong combat abilities was more useful at this moment than a gentle and lovely girl.

“I won’t mind, Nelly. You’re my friend, so I won’t look down on my friend.”

Igris smiled, but out of the corner of her eye she caught the silent glance from the caretaker, which made her smile stiffen.

Well, she has to admit that this kind of business tactic is indeed a bit too unethical.

“Oh my god… Igris, how could I possibly have thought of attacking you… I’m such a sinner.”

But I have to say, it is indeed very useful, especially for young girls whose hearts are just beginning to flutter.

"In short, the current situation is not good for us, because you, Nelly, have also become their enemy. So for your safety, it would be better if you continued to act with us."

Although Nelly had been planning to kill her just half an hour earlier, Igris never cared about that.

Every ally is incredibly important to her, especially at times like these.

“I’ll listen to you, Igris, I’ll listen to you.”

She smiled happily, her gaze burning as she looked at Igris, but her hand unconsciously reached for the heavy spiked hammer.

Perhaps in some ways, she is more dangerous than a vampire?

"So what's the next plan?"

The administrator probably couldn't stand Igris's terrible acting anymore, and surprisingly took the initiative to speak up in front of strangers.

Clearly, the somewhat oblivious nun had long noticed the striking resemblance between Igris and the caretaker, but because their personalities were so different, she didn't say much.

After all, most twins are like that, aren't they?

“Go back to the city and find our potential allies. They can’t possibly wipe out the city in one fell swoop in a short time, and they don’t have as many people as we thought. They are also wary of other forces.”

"For example, that sheriff, although he is a local... his background is with the police and the Special Investigations Bureau, which is why he has my information. As for last night's operation, I did not see any trace of the sheriff's actions. Perhaps he was unaware of it, and if that's the case, then he would also be one of our allies."

In fact, Igris did not think that he would stand against her, and many aspects of this show the answer to this question.

For example, although he was a reformed type, he still referred to the old priests as "they." If this was just a matter of his language habits, then his act of seeking help from Igris had already cleared him of suspicion.

If he were truly on the church's side, he would know the identity of Administrator Igris, and therefore would not have chosen to ask her for help regarding Hugh.

So the answer is already obvious.

If he were still alive, he would be one of the possibilities that would allow Igris to quickly make contact with the outside world.

The premise is that he has to still be alive.

"Secondly, the situation in the lower city is still unclear, but they will definitely not sit idly by. So the most heavily guarded places right now are the entrance to the lower city and the city's entrances and exits. But in any case, they dare not be too blatant. It's okay in this old city, but if it were in the new city, their unusual movements would likely attract the attention of the Allied forces. Those guys have people deployed in every city."

Igris spoke at length, then let out a long sigh of relief, arriving at the only conclusion she had reached so far.

"Therefore, we must gather enough manpower to fight them. If we can make this a big deal, it will be more advantageous for us. After dawn, their search operation will become more difficult. In conclusion... their plan is riddled with holes. Because of my arrival, all their actions have been forced to start ahead of schedule. So our situation is not actually too difficult."

And most importantly, this city can never be completely closed off.

Because of the world's largest church, the number of tourists visiting this place will never stop, so they cannot close the city. They can only increase manpower to prevent Igris from escaping the city or causing riots.

"Therefore, the people who should really be anxious right now are them."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirty-Six, The Substitute

2:11 a.m., the backyard of the cathedral.

The church was bustling with activity. Besides the clergy, such as the Knights Templar and monks, there were also many new faces.

They were vampires, brought by the vampire leader, but because they weren't very smart, they could only stand there blankly in the cathedral as punishment.

If God truly exists, I wonder what he would think if he saw this scene.

They might feel fortunate that even vampires believe in him?

"This is not what we agreed on."

On the bench in the backyard, the old priest still sat there, with a constantly flowing fountain behind him and the vampire leader pacing in front of him.

He seemed very anxious because this was contrary to their agreed plan. Igris shouldn't have been able to escape. Surrounded by vampires and clergy, her ultimate fate should have been to die silently that night, after which they could continue their long plan with peace of mind until they grew to the point where they had the ability to face the Allied Forces.

In their current state, his men can't even overcome the sunlight, let alone face those elite soldiers.

"You didn't do what I told you to do either."

The old priest, on the other hand, seemed relaxed and at ease, as if he was not worried at all about the risks he would have to bear if the plan failed.

That makes sense, considering he doesn't have many years left to live.

"I did as you said! You don't understand him, it's not my problem at all!"

“But you did not bring his body to me,” he interrupted.

The old priest sighed and, under the other person's gaze, slowly straightened up.

"And... I know him better than I know you, but he's not like you. He never craves power or struggle. He's truly willing to be that foolish vampire. So it's you standing here talking to me, not him."

“I know him, and that’s why I know he is definitely more suited to be a leader than you, to be a leader, rather than using his subordinates as weapons.”

“But he’s unwilling to work with me, so he’s become a scapegoat. You’re just a backup option, understand?”

As the old priest finished speaking, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared, accompanied by the crisp sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath. The pure silver longsword was pressed against his neck, trembling slightly.

"You'd better show me some respect; you're just a mere human being."

His face was grim, but the old priest nonchalantly pushed the blade away from his neck and chuckled.