episode_0147

It’s been two weeks since I came to the palace.

I am currently living in a room in the palace.

But after that day, the king never called me again.

They don’t explain it to me, but I know why. I’m watching it through the harvester.

We are using experts in the hospital to thoroughly analyze the harvester. Most of the people who were originally in the hospital are important people, so we are examining them to make sure they are completely cured.

But on the contrary, people who are not important.

For example, the children who were orphaned during the Bern City Incident. Let’s take apart the harvester and literally tear it apart.

Since they do human experiments without proper anesthesia, thankfully I overheard everything they said, so there are a few things I didn’t know.

For example, blue skin. It is said that if you peel off this skin, the piece of flesh will return to its original color. Even the hair color is the same.

If you drop it, it will return to its original color from blue, and if you reattach it and restore it, it will turn blue like seasoning has soaked into the meat.

In the case of amputated wounds, there are significant individual differences, but it is said that more than half of them will be able to regenerate, even if it takes time.

And I’ve also heard that I’m definitely going to live longer than average.

But I don’t know anything more than that. Since it’s basically torture anyway, they only experimented on people with the same face every time, and that person died.

The child who had been hiding his powers manipulated metal and blew off the head. However, since he was already fatally injured, the child also died in the end.

Unfortunately, no one has kidnapped and dissected him since then.

This time, let’s be satisfied with getting some information.

Otherwise.

Two days ago, I had a press conference with someone who had been active in Bern City. Broadcasters and newspaper reporters came and took pictures and videos.

The King came out and presented plaques of appreciation to those who worked hard in the disaster area and handed out prize money.

This is a really cool method.

Because the people who suffered there were treated as if nothing had happened, and only a few people received money. And to make it easier to identify, their faces were put in the pictures.

If you have enough power or strength to protect yourself, then that’s fine, but for those who don’t have anything, you become a target of jealousy and greed.

Of course, it would be difficult to take away the plaque, but it is human nature to not be able to guarantee that it will not be taken away.

That means there will be a lot of people trying to steal your prize money.

Then, you’ll resist? The warmth will increase, too. Hehe.

Let’s get back to the story.

There was a press conference.

I was hoping to meet Victoria there, but I couldn’t because I was completely isolated and had to hold a press conference.

But I knew Victoria was going to the Royal Academy too, and she was thinking of seeing me there, so I thought I’d do the same.

By the way, on that broadcast, I made it clear that I am not an apostle of God, and at the same time, I created the image of someone who just does what others tell them to do.

If someone asks you, yes or no.

When I asked the question, he told me to answer like this.

When asked a difficult question, I would just stare at the person above me.

I was also curious about how people would receive this.

At least that’s how the harvest season was received.

A poor man held captive by the royal family.

I’m acting like it looks that way, and I’m so glad it works out.

I just sit there like a child who doesn’t know anything.

Since there are so many screens to see anyway, I don’t bother going out and just sit quietly in the room given to me.

People who work around me.

My main job is to clean and change clothes, but when I say servants and maids, people with manners whisper to me that they are upset.

That’s because you’re acting passively like a doll.

As of yet, the King has not yet turned the person he really wants to cure into a harvester.

Something that is easy to understand, easy to handle, and stays still when left alone.

Because of that, the people who work around me treat me with great disrespect. At first, they seemed to treat me like a superior, but gradually they relaxed and realized that I hardly reacted to them talking to themselves or swearing, so they started to treat me with ease.

However, whether it was because the king was scared or because I was a child, even though his attitude became rough, he never abused me.

I just treated her like a cute doll.

There were five people who changed in two weeks, so there were some who didn’t.

Time passed quickly.

And finally.

The king summoned me.

A man wearing unusually heavy armor came to visit me, and I followed him to where the king was waiting.

I thought I would be invited back to a work space, but I ended up going to a place I had never been before.

A beautiful palace standing alone, not in the middle of the royal palace, but a little further away.

The soldier who brought me here stopped at the entrance to the palace and looked back.

And then I went in alone.

When we went in there, there was the king and a young man who looked just like him.

Father and son. They both look fine, but what’s wrong with the queen?

“Can this guy really save that kid?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you seen people who have been cured?”

It’s a bit stiff to call this a conversation between a son and a father.

Inside, there is a prince looking at me with suspicious eyes and a king looking at me with expectant eyes.

As soon as he arrived, the king said:

“Follow me.”

And I followed the king deep into the building.

Go up to the second floor and you’ll find a large room there. It would have been a beautiful room originally, but instead of decorations or tools, there’s a huge machine humming away.

And countless tubes protrude from the machine and head towards the bed.

In the middle of the bed, a girl is lying in a near-dead state, with several tubes in her face, and others in her chest and abdomen.

It’s a machine for prolonging life rather than a machine for healing.

“Please sign a contract with this kid.”

The king said this while pointing at the girl. I glanced at the prince. But he was half suspicious of me and half expecting me.

Nowhere does the girl look displeased at waking up.

I guess we got along well.

With that in mind, I climbed into bed without saying a word. The bed was so packed with coffins that I accidentally stepped on one, and the prince yelled at me.

But the king consoled and appeased him.

He growled, but it was hard for me to get close enough to him without stepping on the coffin. So I just stepped on it and stood in front of him. My skin was touching the girl’s body, and I said,

“I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

The girl answered that she wanted to live, and the contract was concluded.

Card grab.

The girl’s whole body turned like porcelain, then suddenly stopped. Then, strange patterns appeared on her face and chest.

“Do you know what this is? It’s interfering with the contract.”

The prince approached me in anger, then looked where I was pointing and his face turned white. Then the king looked at the pattern with a face as if he was seeing something horrible.

There must be some connection.

Well, it’s a world where there’s magic that can revive almost anything. If there’s a reason why a princess who can receive the best treatment can’t get up, it means there’s something preventing it.

I deliberately waited quietly so that they could memorize the pattern and become more eager.

“Can’t you save Aurora with your own strength?”

The King looks at me with a look of despair and asks.

The contract is already done, but when they tried to push me in, there was a thin plastic film over the cup so it wouldn’t go in.

It’s very thin.

“I’ll try my best.”

Yes. I made it clear that I was trying. Then I waited for them to explain something, but no one opened their mouth.

It’s hard to get any more information than this.

So I tore up the thing that was getting in the way and made it into a proper harvester.

As I enter, the light turns purple-black.

At the same time, her whole body turns into porcelain again and all the tubes embedded in her body are thrown out.

And as the pottery breaks, blue skin comes out from within.

Knock knock knock.

When all the porcelain shards, like eggshells, fell away, a naked girl emerged.

Of course, unlike before, her hair color is purple and her skin is dyed blue.

And then a girl named Aurora opened her eyes.

“Hey, Dad, Mom? Brother?”

The girl sat up in her seat and looked at the king, the prince, and me in turn.

“Uh… … . Is she my sister or my niece?”

indeed.

It’s a logical inference. A girl I’ve never seen before is standing on my bed in a space where only my family is allowed.

She remembers being sick and dying, so she must have thought a lot of time had passed while she was lying there.

So logically speaking, I would be someone’s family.

But that wasn’t the right answer, so I got out of bed right away. Aurora was staring at me with a questioning face, but I went to the king.

“ did it.”

The king slowly knelt before me.

“Thank you.”

I nodded silently. I didn’t deserve to be greeted, since I had thrown everything but my daughter’s present life into the gutter.

Warmth is more important.

“Huh? What! It’s not clothes! Why is my skin blue? Am I so close to death? Huh. Huh? Hair! Why is it purple? Wasn’t my hair originally platinum blonde? ”

Aurora is flustered and touches herself here and there. But her brother, Sorindigas, looks at his sister with tears of joy, and her father, Hypion, sighs with a mixture of relief and other emotions.

Then King Hypion approached Aurora, covered her naked body with a blanket, and hugged her.

“Welcome back.”

Aurora made an awkward expression and then answered in a voice mixed with tears.

“Yes, Dad.”

I left them and watched them from afar. They looked like a nice family from afar. By the way, the queen died after giving birth to Aurora.

In this case, it would be right to hate the surviving child, but here, they raised him with great care.

But I might be unhappy because that kind of father sold me.

I looked at the new harvester in the upper class with that thought in mind.

I predict that in this world, we will be able to create an automatic warmth harvesting system.