She is not an investigator.

Igris nodded. She had bought herself winter clothes before, so she didn't need to worry about not having any clothes to wear.

Although she does wear out clothes quite a bit.

"Ling told me that next time you should at least let me know, otherwise I won't know what you're doing."

"You're not going to make me go, are you?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips in displeasure.

"Who said that? I support whatever you do."

"..."

Igris hadn't expected her to be so open-minded, and instead felt a little guilty for her unfounded assumptions.

"Alright, let's talk about it when we get back."

Olivia glanced at Igris's pitiful appearance, took off her coat, draped it over Igris's shoulders, and covered her exposed stomach.

She is so thoughtful.

This made Igris feel even more guilty.

———— (I am a dividing line)

October 7th, sunny.

The weather has been sunny for the past few days, and Igris has begun to wonder if the heavens are holding back something big. But there are advantages too, such as less humidity and a lower perceived temperature.

Ever since Igris and Alex got into big trouble, Igris has been kept under house arrest by Olivia at the firm.

It can't really be called house arrest, since Olivia didn't say anything too serious, nor did she actually restrict her personal freedom; they just hoped she would behave a little better during this period.

Iglesias did as she was told, since she was her boss.

Alex is now completely under house arrest and probably won't have a chance to leave the Special Investigations Department until Ling leaves. Meanwhile, Constantine has been quite busy these past few days.

For some strange reason, Constantine, who had been sidelined, was restored to his rightful job and status and officially began assisting the intelligence department.

Although that was originally Ling's job, Ling was busy with field investigations, so it became Constantine's job.

Although he still doesn't get along with the other people in the Special Investigations Department, at least there are very few scenes of escalating conflict anymore.

By the way, Dizai is still in the hospital and hasn't come out yet.

Today was a rare day of leisure, a day when Igris could enjoy life. She wanted to learn from those young ladies and grow some plants, watering them from time to time, but she figured she would forget about it and everything she tried to grow would wither and die. In the end, she simply started fantasizing about whether there were any plants she could take care of herself.

Ultimately, none of the things that matched her impressions seemed to be very attractive, so Igris gave up on the idea.

The firm is not open today, so theoretically there shouldn't be any guests coming here.

But some people still make a special trip to see Igris, such as her few friends in the city.

It wasn't Momokawa. Although Igris hadn't seen her in a long time, she couldn't possibly keep coming here.

It was Constantine who came. Just like last time, this priest brought a gift. Although it was unclear what it was, he seemed very grateful to Igris.

"I thought you'd be too busy to do anything else lately. How's the new job?"

"I'm still adjusting. I felt I should come here specifically to thank you... Those guys are treating me much better than before. Although Alex and I didn't have any major conflicts to begin with, she's been quite considerate of me lately. I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything wrong, so..."

Constantine placed a gift box on the table and pushed it toward Igris.

"It must be something you did that made me prepare another gift for you... I guess you'll like it."

In reality, Igris doesn't really care what the gift is; for her, receiving a gift is enough to make her happy.

The axe Constantine gave her last time was indeed amazing, but it was only as a collectible. After all, it wasn't appropriate for Igris to carry an axe around everywhere; she would be mistaken for a terrorist.

Igris eagerly opened the gift box, ready to see what the present was, but she froze on the spot after opening it.

Igris thought that Constantine, having had experience before, should know what she would like, but this time the gift seemed a little... beyond her expectations.

“I guess you need a good weapon… I mean, a more lethal one.”

Constantine scratched his cheek and introduced himself.

"You should know about my previous profession, or rather, you can't possibly forget it... In those days, I did learn some special skills that ordinary people couldn't imagine or master, so I only made some rather special little tools."

He took out a bullet with light blue patterns engraved on it from the gift box and continued speaking.

"This kind of engraving is to some extent equivalent to a small ritual, which can give the bullet or the user some special effects. Carving these things is very time-consuming. I remember that your pistol only has a magazine capacity of five rounds, so only five were made. Its function is exactly the same as that of the Qishanling Qishan Sisi, specifically manifested as..."

Constantine stroked his chin, speaking with some uncertainty.

"Freezing...time?"

"?"

Igris looked at Constantine with some confusion, and Constantine said somewhat embarrassedly.

"That's what the ritual is all about. Its effect is to slightly slow down the time of the person being hit. I haven't really tested the specific effects yet... but it should have some effect."

This is undoubtedly a very valuable strategic resource, and it can play a very important role in many situations. For example, in the process of fighting a butcher, it can slow down its movements to the greatest extent possible and look for opportunities to launch an attack.

"Perhaps I know why they specifically recruited you into the Special Investigations Department."

"If you mean these bullets, then you may be disappointed. At least my mental strength is completely insufficient to support me in making more bullets."

Constantine managed a weak smile, his already pale face looking even more haggard.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter 41, The Sun Is About to Set

"So you came all this way today just to give me a gift?"

Igris accepted the gift box and looked at Constantine with great interest.

"Of course not, Ling told me to come and keep an eye on you."

Constantine was being a little too honest. Igris thought he would have been better off making up an excuse to lie to her, which would have made him seem less presumptuous.

“I won’t run around anymore. Olivia has already talked to me… I should at least behave myself for a while.”

Igris shrugged, then looked at Constantine with a hint of curiosity.

"So, why did you come to see me specifically? Is today some special day?"

"Um…"

Constantine scratched his cheek, hesitant, unsure whether he should speak.

He had nothing to hide from Irene Gris, but he still needed to weigh things carefully. After all, Ling had specifically instructed him beforehand to avoid letting Irene Gris get involved and cause any trouble.

But few people can really keep anything important from Igris, especially when she's so eager to know.

"Where is Olivia?"

Igris tapped her fingers on the table, her expression turning somewhat unfriendly.

She vaguely sensed something, but she didn't care what the officers' next plan was. All she needed to know was whether Olivia was still with them, whether she would be on missions with them, and whether she was safe.

"...It seems you already know."

Constantine took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Today, the Special Investigations Division is preparing for a full-scale crackdown. Almost all the hidden cult members have been uncovered, including other gangs that sheltered them. In a short period of time, nearly a thousand cult members have been discovered, and the number is likely still rising sharply. Although most of them may just be local residents, this has almost completely exposed them to the light of day. We just need to wait for the cleanup."

Igris tapped the table again, interrupting Constantine, and repeated.

"Where is Olivia?"

"She is safe and should be at the police station now..."

Igris stood up, put the bullet in her pocket, and turned to get her coat. Constantine also stood up, somewhat confused about her actions.

"You promised me."

“No, I just promised Olivia, but she is now in danger, and I don’t know why you think those cultists would just surrender and be slaughtered.”

Igris slammed her pistol on the table and said sternly.

"The investigations and clues you talk about are ultimately just what you can see and what they want you to see. What do you think they are planning? The southern suburban forest and the underground casino—their exposure was not accidental, but rather a deliberate selection process. Before this, there were almost no useful clues. Why are they all exposed today and appearing before your eyes?"

"...Aren't you being too sensitive?"

"How much have you dealt with them? Those guys have been ravaging this continent for hundreds of years. What do you think they relied on? They're madmen, not fools. The opportunities you see are given to you by them, understand? These are their opportunities."

Igris put on her clothes and looked at Constantine, who was still standing there in a daze.

“Father, you are a smart man. You should know that these guys’ reasons for their rampage of killing and invasion are not just about killing. They have their own ultimate goal, and now they are preparing to take the final step.”

You mean…

"Two divine children have appeared near this city, one in the wild and one in the city... but there are a total of three divine children."

"And another one... they plan to summon it through the divine child..."

"Shhh."

Igris gently raised her index finger and pointed out the window.

Outside the office window, a ragged homeless man stopped and quietly looked in this direction.

Just like any other day, meaningless and ordinary.

How many people do you have?

"Three hundred police officers, fifty from the Special Investigations Unit, all armed."

"not enough."

Igris hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the office.

“Morkens is too big. If they are really going to officially begin the ceremony, then it can only mean that they are ready to carry out a complete massacre of this city… Only fresh blood can attract His attention. These people are simply not enough to protect everyone… No.”

Igris looked at the homeless man staring intently at her from the roadside and slowly raised her gun.

"Perhaps we are already a step too late."

Seeing Igris raise the weapon in her hand, the homeless man revealed a cruel smile and fearlessly pulled a glass bottle from his tattered clothes.

Iglesias quickly fired, shattering the glass bottle in his wife's hand. In an instant, the liquid inside the bottle began to burn rapidly, quickly covering the homeless man's body and turning him into a charred corpse.

Even so, he didn't make a sound, he just kept laughing, staring at Igris and laughing.

Creepy.

"There will be more than one such believer. Their first step is most likely to be to try to set the streets on fire, turning this relatively water-scarce city into a sea of ​​flames, in order to create chaos and attract attention."