The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 213: Lost Dream (8)

When I arrived at the banquet hall, there were so many people.

At first, I didn’t realize, but the people who came from the meeting room with me immediately went to their respective spots where their groups were gathered.

In other words, these are foreigners who came because of the meeting. To be more precise, they are diplomats?

This means that the most important people were at the place I was at earlier.

Wait, is that for real?

They took me there and introduced me in such a place?

Thinking about it, that might actually make sense.

If they want to sell me for a high price, it’s best to only reveal me to the highest-ranking officials. After all, things like this increase in value the rarer they are.

Moreover, providing such important information to only a few people automatically boosts their trustworthiness.

Memory says so, but do people really believe in that naively?

Hipion should be handling it well.

If things go wrong, it’s fine because there will be a harvest environment unfolding regardless, and if the reign is good, then the offspring of that harvest will be mixed in, which is also fine.

I’ve already set the stage for whatever happens.

As Victoria tried to do earlier, if they’re not planning to kill everything by drowning it, there will definitely be benefits.

I’m not actively making plans to aggressively harvest warmth. It’s more of a slow, steady approach, ensuring minimal failure and allowing things to fill gradually.

Although I’ve come to the banquet hall, there’s not much I need to do.

My task is just to stand still. And looking around, Kanna and Polaris are here as well. Polaris is watching me with a surprised expression from the center of the hall.

Kanna, on the other hand, is busy going around greeting people with her parents.

Wait, what’s this?

Kanna, who had been touring with Duke Shiodor, met with Solindigus, and their expressions are very subtle.

Upon reviewing the memory, there was never any romantic feeling between Kanna and Solindigus. After all, a crippled person cannot become a queen.

On the contrary, she was quite busy mediating conflicts between young ladies. No, strictly speaking, it’s still ongoing.

Even if Kanna is seeing someone who has made her suffer, why is Solindigus looking at her like that? I don’t understand.

Duke Shiodor seems to have noticed the atmosphere, but he doesn’t mention it and moves on.

That peculiar tense atmosphere passes by.

After that, I just stood a bit farther away from Hipion. But Polaris’s gaze seems to be strangely fixed on me.

I met his eyes and waved my hand, and he gave a bitter smile before turning back to greet someone he knew.

Wait, is there really a reason to smile like that?

Hipion is, after all, standing closely by Aurora, and around them, there’s a harvest standing out with ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ blue skin.

They’re both knights, but one was originally just a regular soldier. According to my memories, he shouldn’t really be in this place.

He must have been brought here for a reason.

Are they trying to make Aurora’s blue skin less conspicuous?

Not bad.

Maybe it’s because I’ve seen harvesters being made firsthand, but at first, there was a brief glance of disdain, which quickly disappeared.

Instead, all eyes turned toward me, the one who made the harvester.

Ah, I see.

Did they position me here to distract attention from Aurora?

Aren’t they being overly protective? There are two princesses in this kingdom, and one prince. Isn’t this favoritism?

No... well, since he’s the king, it might actually be more acceptable.

If necessary, the king could lock his own child in a chest and let them starve. Well, rather than starve, it’s more accurate to say that they’d be killed off.

Anyway, a king is someone who can impose their likes and dislikes on the world.

Normally, if favoritism happens with one child in a royal family, the other child would get jealous... but here, it’s strange.

Not only Solindigus but even the eldest daughter, Lunashira, really likes Aurora.

It’s odd here.

Maybe it’s because they were supposed to die, but since they were treated kindly, they ended up becoming attached to her?

It’s fine to get attached. Aurora’s child’s chance of survival increased.

Anyway.

I don’t know what will happen to the harvesters in this royal family. Honestly, I’d love for Solindigus to become a harvester, but it’s hard unless something happens to him, like getting sick or having an accident.

Once a child is born, the harvester is outside my influence.

But I wouldn’t want that to happen either.

I prefer to remain untainted.

When holding your breath, you have to swallow it properly. You don’t swallow until it touches the tip of your tongue.

I have plenty of time.

So, I just stand still. With the young knight they first assigned to me.

I thought we’d finish without much conversation, but quite a bit of time passed, and suddenly the knight approached me and whispered in a small voice.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable, standing like that?”

By the look on his face, he’s concerned for me.

There are really a lot of good people here.

“It’s work.”

Usually, when people say something like this, it means they’ll bear the discomfort, but honestly, I’m not bothered by standing like this. But saying that would make it seem like I’m taking care of Hipion.

Or it could sound like I’m being controlled.

See? The people who were watching me beyond the harvester’s gaze immediately perked up as soon as I answered, right?

It wasn’t the usual distance for sounds to be heard, so maybe there’s some magic involved? Or perhaps they just have good hearing?

From the way the person with animal ears flinched, it might just be that they have good hearing. In other words, I have to be careful with my words.

I kept that in mind and looked at the knight, asking.

“And you?”

“I’m working too. Impressive. You’re probably not used to standing like this, but you’re managing to stand still. I’ve had training in military stance, so I know how it feels.”

When he said military stance, his expression scrunched slightly.

Yeah. It makes sense. Even if there’s training to maintain such a stiff posture, it’s not odd. Especially if they’re a knight entering the royal family; they might be used as decoration too.

He’s speaking very kindly, huh? Moreover, he really seems concerned about me.

But as soon as I answer, piercing stares land on me.

Wondering what that was, I turned my gaze in that direction, and there were a few people in the position typically called young ladies. Also, a maid was moving at the edges.

I’m familiar with the feeling.

It’s one of the top-tier emotions associated with miserable deaths.

Jealousy.

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Ugh, yeah. I’m a girl, right?

Objectively, I’m a handsome guy, so I can be targeted as a sexual object. Jealousy toward a reproductive target is natural.

I get it.

I’m thinking about whether I can use this, but the memory shines brightly, reminding me that ignoring it is the best choice. I remember that it’s delicious to melt down a jealous child and consume them, but I’d like to upgrade the searcher to something better.

I want to exclude these kinds of memories from my search, though.

But aren’t there too many love triangle fights?

I see this happen often in the dorms too. No, it hasn’t even been a few days since I entered the dorm, and this is happening here as well.

Is it because they lack entertainment?

Or maybe it’s just normal behavior, not quick, shallow pleasure?

Because it’s a relationship between people, I guess it seems normal.

People meet those they like, mate, remove their enemies, claim, and mark it with marriage.

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No, there’s no need to point out that many royal families have the same maternal genes but often have broken paternal lines.

Every world is like that, so it doesn’t need to shine. Daegon’s memory. You.

Ugh. Anyway.

There’s no need to make unnecessary enemies.

Though it might be too late, I don’t need to expand the flames. Even if it’s a royal family, they would dislike getting involved in such matters, and if the tools start moving on their own, Hipion would be in trouble.

It’s better to not have a personality.

That way, it’s more convenient to use. That’s why in businesses, they make the newcomers feel bad about their abilities, stripping their self-esteem and then mentally dominating them by telling them to listen only to what they say, without attempting anything else.

We don’t need people who can think for themselves.

We only want those who do exactly what is needed.

And then, after using them as much as desired, we discard them. A bloated society runs like that because it’s convenient.

There’s a reason we say "cog in the wheel."

Somewhere in a remote area, people poison others to create disabilities, and if they survive, they use that, and if they die, they throw them into the sea as if they never existed.

From that faded memory, zombies originate from there. Unthinking, conveniently used tools.

Once they’re treated as tools, humans break down inside.

If they’re human.

I’m not human. I’m more like the enemy. So, I actually prefer being treated that way.

Hehe.

I stood there without saying anything more, and after a while, the man glanced at me and then returned to stand close, resuming his guard.

It would be nice if this ended without incident.

I was thinking that, but soon after.

He subtly gestured. Wondering what it was, he pointed further inside with his fingers. There was a pillar near where I had fallen.

Hmm?

Ah, he’s suggesting we take a break. There’s a terrace behind the pillar, and that’s usually where people rest. If there are people, they usually avoid it, or when entering, they close the curtains and pull their clothing in front.

It’s not a written rule, but it’s an habitual one. A rule shared only by those in that position.

Anyway, I shook my head because I didn’t need a rest.

But then, Kanna approached me.

She came directly in front of me and subtly blocked my way to continue my guard.

“I’m going to talk for a moment. However, in the name of Kanna Temrane Shiodor, I request that you let us rest and block the way.”

When she emphasized "rest," the knight looked directly at Kanna and then guided us to the spot he had subtly pointed to earlier.

He pushed us onto the terrace, closed the curtains, and then stood in front.

“Hello.”

“You really are the same as ever.”

Kanna gave a bitter smile.

“Staying in the same position at such an event is a pain. Sit down.”

She pointed to a chair on the terrace. When I sat, she sat down too.

“Now it’s break time.”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

Kanna laughed lightly, saying she understood.