She is not an investigator.

No, that's not it.

That's a [mirror image].

Igris appeared behind the Butcher, thrusting her spear out again, piercing through the Butcher's body from back to neck. Blood gushed out, but the Butcher only roared and pulled the spear out.

It is still alive.

In other words, there is a next round.

But Igris's actions seemed to have thoroughly enraged it. When it raised its spear again, it did not attempt to attack the incapacitated Mirror Demon.

Instead, he aimed at Igris, who was not far away.

Now, it's its turn.

The rain blurred Igris's vision, and her body, burning hot with excitement, made her consciousness somewhat hazy.

She knew she had no chance of dodging the throw.

She knew that if it happened again, it wouldn't survive.

Igris has already won; she won from the very beginning.

Those brainless guys have already lost from the start.

brush!

The butcher raised the spear in its hand, its movements unsteady and heavy due to its severe injuries.

But it still stared intently at Igris, its arms bulging from the force of its grip.

At this moment, they are the focus of the arena, and this is an opportunity that could determine the outcome of the battle.

But it was destined to lose.

"Would you like to hear a joke?"

Igris smiled, revealing a somewhat comical smile.

The next moment, a spear shot out of the air and flew directly toward Igris's body, but she didn't care at all, as if it were a joke, and slightly turned her body aside.

The spear struck her right shoulder instantly, the immense impact slicing off half of her body, leaving it a bloody mess, and she collapsed to the ground.

Intense pain surged through Igris' body, threatening to tear her apart and end her life.

"what…"

Igris lay on the ground, using her only remaining left hand to pull a lighter from her pocket, but in the rain, there was no way she could light it.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Because Igris is still alive.

Even in this state, she is still alive.

"Even if I gave you a chance, you still couldn't do it..."

Igris stood up shakily, dragged the spear off the ground with her left hand, and walked heavily toward the motionless butcher.

The mud beneath the butcher's feet had long since turned crimson; its blood had finally run dry, and that final blow had almost exhausted all its life force.

Igris won this round.

"Oh."

Igris kicked Ertulinf to the ground, then used its long spear to pierce its head, preventing it from getting up again while Igris wasn't looking.

"Is he still alive?"

Igris approached the Mirror Demon under the tree, gently patted its face, and woke it from its unconscious state.

The Mirror Demon nodded at first, but when it saw that Igris had almost lost half of her body, it couldn't help but be startled.

"...Are you still alive?"

The Mirror Demon asked the same question that Igris had just asked it.

"As of now, he is still alive."

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Fourteen, I think it is...

[Damn it, did you just kill one of your familiars? Well, I should congratulate you.]

Title earned: Crimson Butcher

Blood will make you more excited, and consuming blood can restore your energy.

Note: Please do not drink vampire blood; it is poisonous.

……

"You seem to be feeling better. Can you go back into the mirror now?"

The mirror demon nodded and obediently crawled into the mirror, which greatly helped its recovery.

As for Igris... if this rain continues like this, she probably isn't even sure if she'll be able to leave this forest alive.

Dragging her severely injured body along the way, Igris wouldn't dare to do this even if she had two lives.

But Igris still had a good idea.

She picked up the umbrella that she had previously tossed aside, huddled under it, and tried to light the lighter in her hand, which was practically soaked in water.

If it can be lit, she'll probably be bouncing around again in about half an hour.

The premise is that she can actually ignite it.

"Hey…"

Igris shook the water-soaked lighter and tried to light it again, but failed once more.

It must be that God deliberately chose this time to make it rain, to make her suffer.

"hiss…"

Because she was a little angry, Igris accidentally pulled at her wound and almost cried from the pain.

Her adrenaline had surged just now, like she'd taken a stimulant, so she didn't feel much pain. But now, the feeling of having half her body torn apart was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"what!"

Finally, perseverance paid off, and the lighter in Igris's hand lit up. She quickly brought it to her wound to ignite it.

But the next moment, her umbrella was suddenly ripped open, and the flame of the lighter in her hand, which was about to ignite, was instantly extinguished by the rain. Enraged, Igris immediately raised her pistol to see who was so shameless.

However, her expression quickly froze.

"...What are you doing here?"

"I'd like to ask you what you're doing here."

The gray-haired girl, holding her umbrella, couldn't help but frown as she looked at Igris's miserable injuries.

"You killed it?"

Is there a second possibility...?

Igris didn't want to talk and continued trying to light her lighter, but it wouldn't light after being soaked by the rain.

So Igris could only look at Momokawa with some resentment, hoping she would give an explanation.

“You’re simply… unbelievable. I found out that this guy ran away without even daring to look at him again. Today I was going to check the mark, but I found someone had come in. I didn’t expect it to be you, and you even killed him.”

She looked at Igris's injuries and said hesitantly.

"Although, it looks pretty tragic."

"Given how miserable I am, could you lend me a hand and get me out of here?"

"Welcome to serve."

Momokawa slung the umbrella over his shoulder and, without any hesitation, scooped up the muddy Igris into his arms, his expression showing some surprise.

"It's so light, much lighter than I imagined."

"Because I'm missing half a body... Achoo!"

Ha, Igris' cold is getting worse.

"Shall I take you to the hospital? I don't have that much money to reimburse your medical expenses."

As Momokawa led Igris out of the woods, he spoke.

"You can find me a secluded corner where I won't get wet in the rain, and then set me on fire."

"Will you be cremated? That's not funny."

"puff…"

It wasn't funny at all, but Igris still couldn't help but laugh.

"If possible, please don't take me back to the firm."

Igris sighed, wrapped her remaining arm around Momokawa's neck, and leaned wearily on her shoulder.

"I'm a little tired..."

"If an injured person says something like that, they'll probably die, so you'd better not go to sleep."

Momokawa quickened her pace, seemingly genuinely worried that Igris would die in her arms.

"I'm not sleeping, I just want to rest for a bit, after all... Achoo!"

Her words were interrupted by a sneeze, and she remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"After all, I think I have a fever..."

"Then I'll take you to the hospital."

"Didn't you say you didn't have the money to pay my medical bills?"

"Have you heard of quantum mechanics? My money is in an unstable superposition state."

Igris paused for a moment, looked at Momokawa's calm expression, and said with some hesitation.

Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrible sense of humor?

Yes, for example, you.