The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 211: Lost Dream (6)

It's the weekend.

Normally, I would spend the day checking on the movements of the harvesters in my room.

But today, I can't do that.

The royal family called for me.

Since I completely rely on them for my life, I don't have the right to refuse. So when I agreed to go, they dressed me in finer clothes than usual.

They even applied a light makeup on my face.

Huh?

I didn’t get this treatment when I went to meet the king last time. What’s going on?

Isn’t this a bit too much?

Polaris and Kanna. Having memories of being born into the Barrington Marquess family and the Shiodor Ducal family, they now know the value of the clothes, perfume, and various accessories I’m wearing.

This is the kind of attire suitable for a formal occasion in a highly official place.

What exactly is going on at the royal palace?

I followed the person who was leading me toward the royal palace, still full of doubts.

One funny thing.

It wasn't a horse but an unidentified bipedal creature pulling the carriage. The light seemed similar to the horses of this world.

Memories of the faded world began to stir in my mind, noting the differences between the horses of this world and those from my past life, but to me, they looked the same.

The reason I can't compare the two is that I have no idea how much light the creatures from the faded world actually had.

Moreover, I’ve never seen a real horse.

When I see people on TV and notice there's no light, I guess I’ll never really know. Perhaps if I could return to the world I was born into, I might figure it out, but that's unlikely.

In every world I've checked through harvesters, there has always been some special power, whether it's magic, energy, or whatever other name it’s called.

There was even a world with humans heavily augmented by machines, managed by technology.

What’s more, the time zones...

Thinking about places I can't return to, I entered the royal castle.

Once I entered the royal castle, a woman who had never introduced herself, but could be considered the head maid, came to meet me.

Actually, the head maid wouldn’t answer herself; it would be her subordinates. So, if someone mistakenly assumes, it would be a big mistake.

An older woman came quietly inside and carefully checked my clothes. If I exclude the emotions, it looked like she was just tidying up my clothes, but the emotions on her face told me otherwise.

Did I do it right? Yeah, I did.

She repeated this. When she finally finished and came out, satisfaction was visible on her face. The people living in the accommodation I stay at must be very skilled.

When she left, a young man dressed as a knight came in. He was a young man who had just come of age. But the insignia on his uniform showed that he wasn’t an ordinary person. There’s always someone with talent everywhere.

He greeted me with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Then, using an incredibly long phrase to describe himself, he said the king had called for me and asked me to follow him.

So, I followed.

His gaze went to my hands, thighs, stomach, and arms, not in a strange way, but checking if I was hiding any weapons, which made memories shine.

I thought the royal family was unusually lenient with me, but from this, could it be that they are doubting me properly?

The problem is that, up until now, nothing has been said about what’s happening in the royal palace, where I’m going, or anything about it.

But I know.

No, ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) it’s more accurate to say that I’ve realized it now, something I didn’t know before.

The second princess, Aurora.

She’s currently being told to prepare for meeting foreign dignitaries.

In other words, I was informed and prepared before the princess did.

Wait, is this correct?

No, since I’m of lower rank, it makes sense for me to arrive first, right?

Normally, those with power should arrive later.

Not waiting for yourself, but making the other person wait.

This is one of the ways to display your authority.

Of course, I could be called an idiot for not matching the time, but people who do such things have the power to disregard it.

In short, if you don’t like it, go home.

I could just go ahead and prepare.

I understood it this way and followed the knight.

He was a man occasionally seen in Princess Aurora’s memories. A person who had risen to a high position at a young age, meaning he came from a good background.

Unless he had participated in a war and damaged his body, he was someone with little chance of becoming a harvester. Or perhaps someone who’d become old and sick, begging for a new life?

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For that, it wouldn’t be bad to make acquaintances in advance. Maybe I’ll meet him again in about 80 years?

But for now, he wasn’t moving.

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There were too many uncertainties.

Even though I had decided to move confidently, charging straight into an unknown fog is dangerous.

It’s fine if I just fail, but I need to avoid being branded as some evil entity in this world.

I know I’m a monster that devours people, and if that’s found out, it’s over.

I have to back off quietly.

Crushing the world?

I won’t do it.

If I choose to break the world, there’s no turning back.

From that moment on, whenever I’m summoned, I’ll break the world and absorb its warmth, no matter the reason.

The warmth is that intoxicating.

It’s so unattainable that it makes me tremble just thinking about it. So intoxicating that I’ll mindlessly push to grab it, even if it means breaking things.

It’s like a drug.

And I’m not the kind of fool who believes I can return after touching that drug.

Like the monkey who died after pressing the button with electrodes in its brain, I’d end up just the same.

No, I’m even worse off.

They can die.

I can’t even die. It’s impossible to die. I’ll just keep sinking into the depths, trembling while picking up the warmth that falls to me.

Since I can’t meet the end of losing my life, I need to move even more cautiously.

If I could die, I would’ve acted more boldly. But instead, I let opportunities slip away, trying not to take chances, moving carefully, thinking there might be a better way.

Moreover, I’ve already laid the basic foundation here.

I don’t need to do anything special. I can just spend time leisurely.

Gazing into the future of a hundred or a thousand years. Well, I don’t really know how many years this body can live.

With Daegon’s memories, if he descends, he’ll upgrade himself or take whatever good things come his way, making sure he never ages. If he switches bodies, he uses soul magic to grind it down into power. It’s all recorded in my memory as being extremely efficient.

Thinking back, was the early Daegon meant to give birth to and discard the next version of Daegon? From Daegon’s perspective, the subcontractor suddenly added some strange elements that blew up his headquarters.

But even if this body is destroyed, if there are plenty of harvesters’ descendants, they can be ground down and brought up into this world.

So, thinking I can go at ease, I entered the room guided by the knight.

It’s a very spacious room. And inside, people of various races are gathered.

In faded memories, they would be called species, not races, as they come in all forms. Actually, both Kanna and Polaris, based on faded memories, would be tiger and bear beastmen, respectively. Though their beast forms are the lowest level.

They only have ears and tails.

It seems like they always follow their mother’s species.

Daegon’s memory glimmers. To be precise, both memories surface, but when the species is different, the internal connectors are seen as foreign substances, preventing implantation.

Wasn’t this a more fantastical rule? But why is there such a rule when beasts are mixed in?

Ah. Is it because the genetic portion related to magic usage intertwines with the soul’s information, projecting a single image through “Abuja Soul Division Synthesis?”

What’s this "Abuja Soul Division Synthesis"? Is it a universal rule that applies to all the worlds I’ve observed? Abuja was a biologist who received a famous award on that planet... No, forget it. I don’t want to know the details.

Memories shine like a storm. My role here is to find the right pieces, fit them together, and assemble them.

And that takes time.

Ugh.

Even with the memories, I don’t really understand it.

Anyway, there’s a rule like this.

Passing through various kinds of races, I arrived before King Hipion.

He greeted me formally. It was a greeting of quite a high level, as if it was from some other king.

People around us were murmuring.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. The Master of Miracles. The Lion of Rebirth. Bell."

Ah.

So that’s the plan.

He’s blatantly trying to canonize me. This man.

The look in his eyes when he sees me has no feeling of reverence for a holy being, but he says it so confidently. I know exactly what it means. Whose warmth did I primarily gain in the first world?

It was the zealot’s.

So, if he’s not worshipping me but simply using me, I’ll gladly accept it.

If he truly worships me as a god, I might have cursed him by now.

Yeah.

"Whoever calls for me, I’ll come anytime. Just call, and I’ll share myself with whoever needs me."

I’m always clear about the character, saying only the most important things. I speak like a puppet doing what it's told, not knowing anything.

Actually, I’d come if anyone calls.

Anyone can share me.

Therefore, humans full of desire will try to limit and control me.

I just have to watch quietly as they wriggle around.

Who’s the strongest? Who’s secretly trying to make deals? Who has the greatest desire?

No one fears a simple tool. They fear the person using it. Even Yasle, who is wary of me, eventually lowered their guard and approached me.

It’s already a proven hunting method.

Slowly, I lowered the fishing hook back into the water.