She is not an investigator.

Igris leaned against the wall, her gun pressed against a hideous, bloody face, panting heavily.

It did not make any rash moves, but stared intently at Igris, as if it understood exactly what kind of damage the weapon in her hand could cause.

In any case, it's a bit too clever for its own good.

"Guess if I have any bullets left."

The pistol's magazine could only hold five bullets, and she only fired three shots in total.

Two bullets should be enough for her to take this guy down.

boom!

The musket in Igris's hand burst into flames again, and blood spurted onto Igris's face, but she did not hesitate to pull the trigger again.

She couldn't give her opponent a chance to recover; only if both bullets hit simultaneously could she kill him without leaving any chance for her to escape.

Sure enough, after the first shot hit, the enormous impact nearly tore half of the bat's head apart, allowing the second bullet to successfully hit its remaining brain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The piercing scream rang out again, and the vampire, who should have been dead, pounced again, dragging his almost severed head, desperately trying to attack Igris.

This is not something an animal would do. At least its injuries are so severe that it poses no threat to anyone. Any activity at this moment would only cause it more harm.

But it did it anyway, even trying to take the opportunity to kill the prey in front of it, completely disregarding its own injuries.

A powerful impact struck, and Igris, who could only raise her arm to block in her haste, was slammed to the ground due to insufficient strength.

Her injuries weren't serious, but what was more serious was that the other party didn't seem to intend to let her off so easily.

The vampire, who should have died long ago, still stubbornly howled, its two sharp claws desperately slashing at Igris. It had no head and no chance of eating; at this moment, it was only persisting in its attempt to kill Igris.

Igris might try to regain her balance, avoid its next chaotic death throes, and try to wait for it to die on its own due to its injuries.

However, this method seems to require too much coordination and control over her body, and could be even more dangerous if not handled properly.

So she had another option.

Suddenly, Igris gripped the pistol in her hand and forcefully pulled the trigger at the vampire in front of her.

Just as she expected, there were no bullets in the chamber, so no matter how many times she pulled the trigger, she had no chance of killing the monster in front of her who was barely clinging to life.

But Igris is gambling.

She's betting on that, on the lucky trigger.

Once, twice, three times.

Ten times, eleven times, twelve times.

She kept pulling the trigger, feeling the danger drawing ever closer, yet she had never felt so calm.

If the probability is insufficient, make up for it with quantity.

"The thirty-first time!"

boom!

A spark representing hope and good fortune exploded instantly, and a mysterious bullet shot out from the gun once more, accurately hitting the howling monster in front of it and ending its life.

The room returned to silence, and Igris slowly placed the gun in her hand on the ground.

"...The probability is really low."

It's possible that she was just unlucky.

She lay wearily on the ground (on the board, let the unknown blood soak into her body (she was too lazy to move) her own body temple.

Her arm hurt a little; it might be dislocated, broken, or just bruised, but she didn't care because it was late at night.

She really needs to rest, at least let her get some sleep.

———————— (I am a dividing line)

As the first rays of the sun rose on the horizon, the red figure lying on the ground slowly opened its eyes.

She is Igris, and the red color on her body comes from the blood of vampires. Igris is glad that she didn't fight these guys while wearing clothes, otherwise she would have nothing to wear.

The sun rose, and although the sunlight still couldn't be seen, the room became brighter. The two vampire corpses melted quickly, like ice cubes soaking in hot water, until they turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared.

As Igris regained consciousness, a cold notification sounded in her mind once again.

You killed the first vampire; they were much uglier than most people imagined.

Title Obtained: Vampire Slayer

—Your scent repels vampires, they refuse to drink your blood, and the damage you inflict on them will not heal itself.

Note: You're not on their menu, because you're the hunter, and they're the prey.

The new title couldn't have come at the right time.

"If you had shown up sooner, I probably wouldn't have had to pull the trigger more than thirty times."

Igris stretched, got up from the ground, and slowly walked into the bathroom to wash off the bloodstains.

At least, she no longer needs to worry about being targeted by vampires.

The Fools of the Gods - The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Six, Delivering a Package

Detective agency.

Good morning, Miss Igris.

Good morning, Detective.

Igris smiled politely at Delien and sat down opposite him quite naturally.

Is there anything I can help you with today?

"Unfortunately, miss, there are indeed some things that need your help with today."

Unexpectedly, Delion placed a tightly wrapped package of strange silk on the table and pushed it towards Iglesias.

"How about you try working as a deliveryman?"

"what is this?"

Igris picked up the package; it was almost half the size of her head, but it was heavy, even more so than she had imagined.

“This is not within your job scope, miss.”

Derain smiled politely and put a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

"I am a detective's assistant, and it is my professional instinct to question most things."

Igris tapped the package in her hand lightly, then tilted her head again and smiled politely.

"This is the answer I'd love to hear, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you because I don't know what's inside. A friend asked me to deliver it."

“I understand, Mr. Derain.”

Igris didn't ask any more questions. After all, things had already come to this point, and asking any further questions would have been impolite.

"Go ahead, the approximate location is near the Rotten Coral Bar, by the door, there's a man who looks to be in his thirties, very handsome."

Derain winked at Igris, but Igris didn't show the smile or unease that Derain had imagined, because Derain had no idea that a man in his thirties, almost forty, lived inside her body.

Therefore, she wouldn't be interested in any handsome men; she only cared about completing her mission as soon as possible.

"It's a silly question, but I still want to ask... where is the Rotten Coral Bar?"

“Look, I didn’t know you were unfamiliar with this area, after all, you seem quite at ease… Rotten Coral Bar is at the end of the square, where you can see an abandoned train track. Follow the track and you’ll see the Rotten Coral sign.”

He described it in great detail, probably because that's how the detective found the bar, but it really worked for Igris.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"No, miss, after you deliver this package, you can go do your own thing. There are no other clients today, and no appointments. You can go and rest now, understand?"

Just like yesterday, Derain took off his hat and said to Igris with a big smile.

"...Is this inappropriate?"

"Of course not. You're my assistant, so I'd prefer you to have an easy time until we get our first job."

He seemed to be implying something, but Igris could hardly discern any other meaning in his words. Perhaps they were going to have trouble? Or perhaps he was going to have trouble?

But in any case, Igris can certainly enjoy this part of her daily life more, and no one will complain that their rest time is too long.

—————— (Divider)

"Igris? Good morning."

As she passed by the flower shop, Krisuna, who had just been arranging potted plants, saw Igris passing by with a package and greeted her with a smile.

Igris nodded politely but didn't say anything more, preparing to go find the so-called Rotten Coral Bar.

Are you very busy?

Seeing that Igris was ignoring her, Krisuna curiously stopped Igris from leaving.

"Hmm...maybe."

Actually, she wasn't that busy; it's just that Igris was used to finishing what she was doing first.

"Could you tell me what you're going to do?"

She seemed a little bored, and even put down the watering can she had just used to water the plants, stood in front of the door and looked at Igris, noticing the strange package in Igris's hand.

"...It's just delivering some things. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Krissuna shook her head and said calmly.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to say hello. I'm sorry if this bothers you."

No, not at all…

Igris sensed something was off about her, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was just a strange feeling, like she was hesitating about whether to say something.

"Then I'll take my leave...?"

Do you have anything else planned for today?

Krisuna seemed to particularly enjoy chatting with Igris when she had something to do. Although it wasn't urgent, she did want to finish it as soon as possible, since it wasn't good to keep someone waiting too long when delivering something.

"Once they're all gone, that's it..."