episode_0148

King Hypion, Prince Sorindigas, and even Princess Lunari came to congratulate Aurora on her awakening.

I didn’t see it myself, because after Aurora woke up, I was chased back to where I was staying.

It wasn’t a big deal because I could see through Aurora’s eyes and know what she was talking about.

There, Aurora heard a story she didn’t know. It was said that she was so weak because she was cursed by some witch.

They say that it was a curse she received on the day she was born.

That thin resistance must have been a contract with the witch. At least from the point of view of the contract, it was weaker than Daegon. It was so weak compared to the resistance I felt when I came down to Choseol’s body.

If I search through Daegon’s memories, it’s the day I entered Choseol’s body.

The connection with Daegon was severed, but Daegon didn’t feel it at all. It was much later that he realized it. Through the blood stasis cult, he learned that something else had taken his body.

I searched my memories to see if I could find out why, but I couldn’t find any bright memories.

When memories shine, it’s like a reflex. If there’s something that applies, I shine because I know it.

This is where the intelligence issue gets in the way.

You can’t derive new facts from the knowledge you already have. If you have the memories of Daegon and the Primordial Heavenly Lord, shouldn’t you be able to explain most phenomena?

But I just know what I know.

You can’t prepare and move one step ahead, you only know how to move after something happens.

I wish I was a little more intelligent.

While I was worrying like that.

Suddenly, King Hypion summoned the harvesters to the capital.

I thought it was going to be another experiment, but surprisingly, they gathered people to the broadcasting station and interviewed them one by one.

It wasn’t an incident that happened in Bern City, but an interview about me.

From people with white skin to people with blue skin. Everyone.

And soon after, a documentary about me was broadcast all over the kingdom, and not just on TV.

A newspaper with the interview on the front page was also distributed.

lol.

I really like it.

It’s not like it was a miracle of God or anything, but it’s more like it’s written clearly that he was revived with special supernatural powers and his body hair and skin color changed.

In the future, when I create a harvester in this world, I have a foundation that will eliminate any sense of rejection.

In the second world, the image of the harvester was that of a public enemy, while in the third world, the image of a person who was resurrected from the brink of death was created.

Plus, since he had an image of being a guy who used to go around Bern City saving people, that came together to create a really good image.

I’m glad.

I’m glad, but I wondered why this was made public. I thought it was in the interests of those in power to keep the ability to heal people hidden as much as possible.

Monopolies are bound to get a bad rap.

It was towards the end of summer that I realized why.

Princess Aurora said at an official event that she had recovered her health through my powers.

The beautiful blonde turned purple and her skin turned blue, but the royal family announced that she had regained her health. And they said that I was the one who cured her. In other words, Princess Aurora was the same person who received the powers in Bern City.

Only then did I realize why they were advertising the harvester.

It was made that way to show that the princess’s appearance was not strange, but a result of her resurrection.

The reason why he thoroughly dragged out the harvester who had been saving people in Bern City and made him into a good person, and advertised throughout the kingdom that he had come back from the brink of death.

It was all for Princess Aurora.

hmm.

Yes, that’s right.

Looking through the eyes of the harvesters, who number at least a little over 9,000, the country is home to a variety of races, but none of them have blue skin.

There may be such a person in other countries, but at least as far as the harvester knows, there is no such person.

Blue skin is too unusual to be simply dismissed as a strange skin color. It is an ominous color, like a corpse that has begun to decay or silver that has seeped into the body and turned the skin blue.

If Princess Aurora had just come out, she would have heard strange things. Just like she had smallpox and become a bear, her value as a princess would have been reduced.

But now public opinion has changed.

You are not just a recipient of a miracle, you are part of a group of people who have been rewarded for their good deeds.

There is no causal relationship, but isn’t that just how groups are?

And there was a festival in the country. The king emptied the treasury and held a festival where people could eat and drink. It was a way to solidify the image. I guess.

The festival where I could get some rice cakes was about to end. Summer in this country was completely over.

I was taken to the Royal Academy.

***

“Bell!”

“Hello.”

On the day of transfer.

I was standing blankly in my classroom when Victoria spotted me and ran over to me. She was also forced to enroll in the Royal Academy starting today.

“It’s been a long time since we last met, but you’re cold… … .”

“Since you made a contract with me, you have never left me for a single moment.”

Since I’m looking at it from Victoria’s perspective, it never deviates from my own perspective.

Victoria hugged me at my words.

There is a gaze that looks at the two of us like that.

Not just one or two, but almost all the students look at us.

If you look at their expressions, there is a wide spectrum from admiration to contempt.

There are a lot of people in the upper class. In other words, people who are likely to become harvesters.

While I was wondering what attitude to take, a person who seemed to be a teacher came in and started the class without any introduction.

This place is more of a university structure than a school in the sense of a public facility, so I guess they don’t care about their students.

We had two classes of two hours each. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon after lunch.

As soon as class was over in the afternoon, Victoria took my hand and led me outside.

Exit the Academy building in the shape of a dignitary and walk straight along the street leading to the main gate. Then, turn right near the main gate.

Then I can see the dormitory in the distance. That means Victoria is going to take me to the dormitory.

I followed Victoria, who had a stiff expression and was silent, to her room.

As soon as she got to her room, Victoria let out a deep breath as she locked the door.

“Haaah. That was scary.”

After saying that, Victoria staggered over to the bed and lay down.

“Are you scared?”

I remember there being no fear on his face.

“There are a lot of people who can’t even talk to each other, right? And the world I live in, as a noble, is full of people who are completely different from me. It’s so scary!”

Even though she had an instant death weapon, I think Victoria is scarier because she changed from a hiding system to a slaughter system and reached the landing place by killing everyone she saw.

Even now, when he says that he is scared more than anything, his expression is closer to that of someone avoiding a balloon that might burst if touched, rather than a fear of powerful power.

“If I hadn’t helped people, I wouldn’t have come here.”

So once.

Before you blame me later, I told you in advance. Victoria, the kind person she is, will deny this here.

“That’s right. If I hadn’t moved there then, I would probably have gone back to Clockwork Knight School by now. Yeah.”

Victoria looks at me with a completely unclouded expression and says:

“But I don’t regret it. If I go back, I’ll save people.”

Yes, I know.

Victoria is that kind of person. I don’t know how long that will last. If she keeps getting bullied here, will she change her mind?

Even if you are strong against pain, that doesn’t mean you can endure it forever. If you think about the expression on the student’s face during class earlier, it’s likely that you will bully Victoria.

So, before it gets ruined, we need to avoid responsibility in advance.

“Does the wind-up knight give up?”

“No. I found out that there are classes here too. I’m thinking of going there.”

I know that. But Morris, who told me about it, added that it’s not so much a place to learn how to be a clockwork engineer as a place to learn how to work with clockwork engineers.

This is from a manager’s perspective, not a technician’s.

So to say something like that is a bluff. And if you’re bluffing, you have to live up to your words. That’s what Victoria would do.

“Thank goodness.”

Victoria laughs awkwardly at my words. She’s such a nice person. She said that out of consideration for me.

Even if it breaks down in the future, the direction will be towards other people.

“What about Belle? You said you treated the princess at the palace? That’s all you saw on TV for a while. Did you talk to the princess? What kind of person is she?”

Victoria changed the subject.

I was a guest in the royal family, but I was more like a tool. But I don’t talk about it. It’s not because I’m afraid of worrying Victoria, but because I have my own opinion.

The subjective perception that one is being treated unkindly.

It’s not time to reveal your own opinion yet, because if you do, you’ll try to deal with me.

If I have no subjectivity and move like an object, the person who has me will pay more attention to the person who is trying to use me rather than to me.

I like easy mode. Easy mode.

When someone tries to trick me, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to find out all of it. It’s the same when you turn into a harvester.

It would be nice if the harvester had the ability to brainwash me and unconditionally show affection to me. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have that ability, so there’s nothing I can do.

So take each step safely.

There is plenty of time.

But, using my experience from the second world, I will not be too discouraged and will be bold. It is difficult to maintain balance, but I will try to do it somehow. This is my homework.

“I don’t know. We only met for a moment, and then we stayed in the royal room.”

And considering that the person coming into my room changes at most once every three days, it’s clear that they have malicious intentions.

Even if there are a lot of people, if no one interacts with them, they feel lonely. Loneliness can easily wear people out.

These are ideal conditions for gaslighting.

The same thing happens when cults force people to go to crowded places like subway stations to preach. The real purpose is not to bring people who don’t know anything into the cult.

Cults are looked down upon. Evangelists try to convert many people, but most are ignored or cursed. Along with the humiliation, they are left with the impression that the person is a worthless loser.

And when they return empty-handed, they ask why they were not able to evangelize, destroying their self-esteem and destroying their body and mind. After paralyzing their reason, they make them depend on pseudo-religions.

Give a bottle and medicine.

Isolate them and then make them dependent.

It’s a method often used by rulers to turn people into stupid subordinates.

“Ah, I guess that’s possible since you’re royalty. I thought you’d met the prince and stuff, but you haven’t had that experience, have you?”

“We greeted each other face to face, but that was it. We didn’t even exchange names.”

“Wow, that’s a bit.”

Victoria, with a drowsy expression, sat down and tapped the seat next to her. As I sat down, Victoria placed me next to her and began to tell me one by one what had happened in the meantime.

He said that a lot of people from the broadcasting station came and left, that he was invited to the royal palace but couldn’t meet me, and that after that, a lot of strange people came to visit him.

They left out the story about Morris getting fired from his job and his family hugging and crying, or the story about a strange person breaking into their house and them having to move.

I’m sorry, Maurice.

If only Maurice had lost just a little bit of his humanity, he would be a great person in the company now.

By the way, I moved to the outskirts of Bern City. Based on my faded memory, it’s like moving from Seoul to Gyeonggi-do.

There are many people there who gathered after being affected by the Bern City incident.

In other words, it means that there are many harvest seasons.

If you are alone and your goals are focused, moving to a place where your goals are dispersed is also a good idea. You did a good job moving.

So, while I was thinking about when I would tell this story, I spent some time with Victoria as she told her story.