episode_0158

You go into your accommodation and rest as if nothing happened, and then the day changes.

Today, a class that is not that important to me is being held, and I watch it. Unlike other people, I do not have to worry about grades or work hard to gain knowledge.

If you need to, you can just make a harvester, right?

I look at the world through the eyes of a harvester while attending class.

The Purple Twilight Society of Bern City.

It was an organization created to survive the accident that occurred in Bern City. It was originally created accidentally by the second harvester, but it became known as a full-fledged charity organization after the accident. The royal family provided financial support.

It wasn’t officially supported by the royal family, and the office doesn’t have any clear evidence of where the money came from.

But there are harvesters who notice where the money comes from.

I knew it because I overheard what the harvester was saying.

And when that support was cut off, those who felt they had been hurt banded together.

Of course, not all harvesters want to cause trouble in the Purple Twilight Society. In fact, only a very small number of them do.

But some people with loud voices sometimes seem to represent the majority, and when that happens, people get swept up in the flow and start participating.

It’s definitely going to turn into a huge fight.

In fact, even now, there are people who gather people in front of the office and incite them. They shout that they have embezzled money from the office and that they should hand it over.

The office will give you a summary of the money exchanged, but the person will shout that it is a lie. The person shouting probably knows that it is true.

But the truth is not important here.

Because they suffered losses by their own standards, they have a stronger will to somehow get it back.

It’s selfish.

That’s a good thing.

Whatever happens to others, that’s for later. You have to live for yourself first. That’s what a living thing should do.

That’s why self-sacrifice is valuable. If everyone did it, would it be valuable? I like that kind of world. A world where sacrificing for someone is noble.

In other words, it means that the world is full of selfish people.

As expected from a world full of selfish people, they act selfishly.

Just now some selfish guy came into the office, overturned the table, kicked over the chair and broke it.

The atmosphere is tense.

An argument breaks out, they grab each other by the collar and shout.

But it doesn’t end here. In particular, the person who was running wild stopped when people around him tried to stop him.

At first glance, it looks like he stopped after listening to people, but I know.

I quit on purpose. It means that getting kicked out was part of the plan.

Because they have experience. If you look back, it started when the place I was working originally didn’t pay me. In order to get that, I took money on the border between legal and illegal. But I saw the person who was at the forefront of the fight get arrested by the police.

They take advantage of the methods they learned.

While working, they demand extra money with various excuses and if they are not paid, they stop working, gather people, grab tools, and go to the place where they have to pay. That’s how they get more money. Instead, they take the lead and have someone else do it.

Those people became the harvesters.

Harvesters, to put it bluntly, only increase your abilities and don’t touch anything else.

That means, evildoers remain evildoers. Of course, it’s not that no one changes. There are people who can be reformed.

But that’s only one in a hundred. One in a thousand.

In other words, more than 90% of it remains the same or becomes more vicious. So, even if I do nothing, it automatically gives me warmth.

That 90% is the harvest I’m looking at.

Now they go back laughing, bragging about how scary they looked, and saying that if they do this, other people will do it too, so they can turn it around and get their money.

When I hear laughter filled with desire, I feel good too.

I hope they can do what they want.

Meanwhile, the harvest harvest from the Brightshin region is in a similar situation.

Will anything change if a slum person gets clean? After the first day, he realizes that nothing has changed in his reality and does the same thing.

They do dirty work, they use their bodies a lot. Because they are strong, they easily fall into violent behavior.

In the meantime, there are people who try to change.

I see people writing down here and there to make sure the knowledge I am imparting is being properly absorbed.

I think I put in a lot of content, as if I was possessed, I wrote about everything, including walls, floors, and objects.

The reaction of people around them is that they have finally gone crazy.

I think anyone would think that way.

I don’t know if I understand this correctly or if I should reduce the amount of memory. I put in that much because I remembered the amount when I sent Yasle’s memories before. But when I see this phenomenon, is it different between human memories and non-human memories?

If you watch it and it goes completely crazy, you’ll have to reduce the capacity a bit.

Other than that, everything is going smoothly.

Bern City is soon in turmoil, and in Bright City, those with the skills of Daegon and the Primordial Heavenly Lord are growing.

As I was looking around the harvest season, the morning classes quickly ended and it was lunch time.

“Bell, I’m having a hard time… … .”

As soon as she sits down, Victoria starts throwing a tantrum.

Yesterday, when I went to Wangseong, Victoria went to the Clockwork Knight School and took a separate class.

I don’t go every day, just once every few days, but it must be quite tiring.

“Is that so?”

“There’s a lot to do. It takes time to get to Clockwork Knight School.”

As she said that, Victoria began to eat the food on her plate. Grains, vegetables, meat, fruit. It was a rich meal in many ways.

You can tell this is a good school because, above all, it has a lot of spices in it.

Back when I was living in Sowa, even salt was precious.

“So are you going to give up?”

“No. It’s harder than before, but it’s not like I can’t do it. But it’s still hard. Belle sympathizes with me!”

Even if you say that while eating deliciously sliced meat… … .

“I met the King yesterday.”

“Yeah. I’ll stop sympathizing. Let’s stop talking about this.”

As soon as I spoke, the restaurant suddenly became quiet. No one was looking this way, but it was as if they were listening, so Victoria abruptly stopped the topic.

It’s strange that you’re not interested, so I decided to skip the details and just tell you what Victoria needs to know.

“Then I’ll just tell Victoria what I need to tell her.”

“To me?”

“I have an escort. Take care.”

He looked at me with a puzzled expression at the word escort.

“Why?”

“I think the problem was that I went to an area called Brightshin a while ago.”

Strictly speaking, it’s more like surveillance than escort. Rather than simple surveillance, it’s more correct to call them managers who control me.

Even though you can escort me without telling me, I think the reason you’re sending someone like this is because you need someone to relay the message.

And there’s also something about witches.

“I don’t know when the escort will come, but when they do, won’t I have almost no time to myself?”

As I said that, I glanced around, meaning that if there was anyone who wanted to do something for me, they shouldn’t be too late.

“Wow, you’re being escorted. Even today, the newspapers are talking about you as a miracle man and an apostle of God, so it’s not that strange.”

Victoria nods.

“So, who’s attached? A man? A woman? How old is she? Will the article come?”

Then he shows interest in the person who will be his escort.

“I don’t know either. I was just told that they were coming, so I’ll know when I get there.”

“If you have an escort, you can see it at school, so I can go and see it then. No, really, what is this? This kind of story must have been from a different world than mine, it’s really weird.”

If I had to say, Victoria is a middle class, and the people who go to this school are aristocrats, so it wouldn’t be strange to think that way. Of course, the bourgeoisie. To put it bluntly, even the children of the nouveau riche go to this school.

Here, the nouveau riche means an outsider who has land and capital but cannot participate in the habitus of the nobility. They usually try to advance further by drawing on their bloodline and absorbing it.

It’s possible that Victoria wasn’t called here because of her capital or her abilities. It’s possible that she was taken hostage to use me.

At first I thought it was because he helped save Bern City so much, but then the other harvesters should have come here too.

There are many people who have become harvesters and awakened their superpowers and helped solve cases better than Victoria. It’s not like there weren’t children around Victoria’s age.

So, Victoria being here is kind of an accident.

“Adapt.”

“If I see you sometimes, you’re really poisonous.”

I shrugged. I’m not saying it in such a harsh way, but it’s right to look at things from the listener’s perspective.

If necessary, I should speak a little more gently.

After that, we finished lunch while chatting. Of course, even though it was chatting, it was mostly Victoria who spoke one-sidedly.

Maybe it’s because it’s been like this since I was staying at Victoria’s house, but Victoria doesn’t think it’s strange.

So we had lunch, took a short break, and then went to afternoon classes.

And then the afternoon class was over, the teacher left the classroom, and as I was about to go home, a person approached me.

A sharp-looking girl with long, dark black hair and canine-like ears that stick up above her head.

It’s Shekal. I don’t know his name. All I was told was that he was from the Shekal family.

“Theodore is calling. Follow me.”

It’s consistent. The tone is stiff and sharp. Judging from the fact that he doesn’t show any feelings of hatred towards himself, this is just an innate tendency.

I hear a rumbling sound as I look at Shekal and me.

“How do you do it?”

Victoria approaches quietly and asks a question from behind.

“Go first.”

I answered like that, and then looked at Shekal, who was a head taller than me, and said:

“Sing.”

Shekal nodded, turned around, and took the lead. Looking back then and now, he was quite the hunting dog.

Like last time, go straight to the left from the central hall.

And then from there, turn right angle again and go straight to the innermost room.

Shekal guided me to the entrance, then stopped and I went inside.