The Outer God Needs Warmth

In the fourth world, I just keep doing monotonous work, while in the third world, I am doing various activities.

Even though they are various activities, they are just doing what a person should do.

Just like everyone else. I wake up at dawn, prepare breakfast, eat breakfast, clean up, and go to school. Then I take morning classes and have lunch with Victoria.

No, I couldn't do that today.

Something big happened to Victoria all of a sudden.

It was a boy from noble family who called Victoria aside and confessed to her.

Since he was at the Royal Academy, he shouldn't be a low-ranking noble, but he confessed to her.

He wasn't a child, no. No. He was still a child.

That's not so surprising. Come to think of it, this was a school.

No matter how small the power struggle is, it's a child. And if it's between children, love doesn't bloom there.

When the time comes, everyone meets someone they love and gets married, right?

Of course, there are many more who don't.

Confess, and slowly start dating from there, and develop love.

However, despite the boy's actions, it failed.

In short, it was a dump.

Victoria quietly looked at his expression, politely expressed her intention to reject, and then turned around and left the place.

The boy's face showed considerable anger just before Victoria turned around.

It was a very distorted form of anger, and many memories shine as she said she knew in detail.

It wasn't just the noble harvester, but there were many memories of various people.

So I reviewed the shining memories.

Huh... ...?

Since he was a commoner, I thought he would naturally follow me, but he was rejected, right?

If they were of similar ranks, it might be okay, but if the difference is so great that you think you're the one reaching out, rejecting him hurts your pride.

Isn't it strange that he would do something like that at a time like this?

And it's a related search term, so it shines a lot.

I dug through my bright memories, and it seems like they act like that because it's this time.

Right now, royal families from various countries have suddenly entered the school, and the overall atmosphere has been suppressed. It doesn't end with just suppression, but the overall ranking has gone down.

When this happens, instincts scream.

They feel the urge to preserve their ranking and keep their position.

That's why they try to find easy targets and trample them down. Other than that, they can't feel like they're going up.

They say it's based on power rather than sexual desire.

They say that such sexual crimes occur in men's prisons because they want to solidify their power and show off their position in a suppressed society.

Even if they get scratched right away, if they have reason, they'll endure it, but if they don't, they just leave... ... .

They'll get killed by Victoria.

But this isn't a special case.

It means that this kid is weird, and it's not something that happens just once. The situation that boy was in was the entire Royal Academy.

That boy was just one of the most impatient people.

That means that it could happen to anyone else, even if it wasn't Victoria.

As I was eating lunch alone, watching Victoria go through this, a girl whose face I recognized stood across from me.

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"Excuse me. Can I join you?"

She had long, black hair that covered most of her face, and she had a big chest, but she looked fat because she walked around hunched over. She was the girl I saw last time.

"Yes. Please sit down."

Then she bowed her head slightly and sat down across from me. I usually eat with Victoria, so I rarely sit across from anyone else like this.

Polaris?

She's not free even from the ranks. She has her own seat, so she went there. Eating lunch together is a necessary part of maintaining the faction, so she's busy.

I looked in front of me. In front of them, there are several groups sitting in fragmented form.

There is clearly an empty space between them, but you should not sit there. It may seem petty, but stacking them like that is a tool to suppress the opponent and gain the upper hand.

A strangely annoying ceremony.

The reason it exists is because of its inconvenience.

They pretend to have other reasons, but if you look at the essence, it is to be used as a weapon. To bite someone if they make a mistake.

That is why the higher the position, the more likely it is to memorize and act on the rules.

If you do not act there, the blade will immediately hurt you. Etiquette is a bunch of weapons that can be used as an excuse if you make even the slightest mistake.

And there is only one person who can change it.

That is the ruler.

Power is the ability to do that etiquette as you please.

But what if even the ruler cannot escape it?

It means that the existing power has lost its meaning, and a new power is hiding its power. It is the job of the society to catch that.

There is no productivity in this act.

But you gain the power to seize productivity.

As always, in any world, the owner earns more money than the worker. Therefore, it is more valuable than labor.

It is natural that humans can give up everything to gain power, but it is humans who have power.

Humans have emotions and are easily swayed by impulses.

That is why people with power make mistakes that they would not normally make and make choices that they should not make.

So, isn't that why I can gain warmth?

Thinking like that, I look at the girl sitting in front of me, eating food in a hurry. The overall atmosphere is gloomy. What is it?

Is it bait?

It is seasoned so that anyone can easily touch it.

It seems like they can't say anything even if [N O V E L I G H T] you touch it, and it is not the highest class of power, but if you do it well, you can crush it.

A toy that can be easily played with and thrown away.

This one also seems like it could be turned into a harvester when it hits rock bottom.

The pressure is continuing for a long time without you knowing it, right?

People can withstand strong stress, but they become weak to long-term stress. And the bait that's easy to hit.

After thinking about that, I thought about putting a fishhook in the girl in front of me.

But I didn't.

If I ask her her name and tell her to call me if she needs anything, that's the end of it.

But there's a fourth world.

On that side, Jeber takes care of everything from start to finish. Even when something happens and Jeber falls, he takes full responsibility.

How nice.

No matter who searches their memories, I can't be the culprit. I'm a moderate victim.

Hehe.

On the other hand, it's not like that here.

In exchange for my freedom, I take responsibility for my actions.

Responsibility means accepting whatever the outcome is. Anyone who has lived in society knows how scary that is.

Why do they avoid taking responsibility so much?

There is a reason for that, right?

It’s not that there are no people who run away because they can’t take responsibility, but that’s why there are few who can run away to the end.

If you have a lot of money and power, you can run away, but there are few people who have enough money and power to do that.

That’s why they don’t create things to take responsibility for in the first place.

That’s why I eat lunch quietly.

But I have to speed things up a bit. There are students who intentionally came in late and found their seats.

That’s why, unlike last time, I intentionally got up first when she was almost done eating.

There are many people who think that if you continue to be kind, it’s a right, and the victim is not a good person.

Well, good and evil have nothing to do with gaining warmth anyway. The speed of harvesting warmth is short and fast, or long and a lot. It’s just a difference.

Will they really make a choice that makes them unhappy?

You’ll choose for yourself.

I thought that as I left the restaurant.

When I went outside, the students who followed me hurriedly ran to the classroom building.

From what I heard from the people running, it was really cold. It’s definitely spring now, but it’s still cold.

Since it’s a city where you can’t see snow during the winter, the kids living here seem to be particularly vulnerable to the cold.

Or maybe it’s because the inside of the building is particularly warm?

At that moment, a familiar boy passes by in front of me.

He’s the boy who confessed to Victoria earlier and got rejected. His face is filled with disgust, shame, and hatred.

He looked at me in surprise, then smiled cruelly.

He reached out and grabbed my clothes. My chest was about to stretch.

“Hey. Are you Victoria Bett’s friend?”

As if it was a good chance, he grabbed my clothes and pulled them. My body was dragged along.

“Tell that sassy girl. “I’ll make you pay the price for rejecting me without even knowing the topic. Or, what do you think?”

But then suddenly, he looks at me with a lustful expression.

“If you make me happy, I can let it go.”

Ugh.

What do you say?

Where do these people learn to say this?

There’s an easy word to use in situations like this.

“Okay.”

A smile spreads across his face. I can almost feel what he’s imagining. Right. He must be at an age when he’s full of sexual desire, right?

“You want pleasure, right?”

“Yes, that’s right! It wouldn’t be a bad story for you. I’m the eldest son of the Countess of Facilier. Isn’t it an honor for you, a commoner, to embrace me?”

Ugh. It’s not like they’re all lowly in the order of duke, marquis, and count. However, according to the nobles’ chart, the Countess of Facilier is quite low.

The only unusual thing is that her mother’s side was a foreign princess. Even that wasn’t particularly unusual, since she was far from the line of succession to the throne.

In short, he's the bottom of the Royal Academy.

He's the one who's been crushed, and he wants to crush others.

So I asked him,

"Do you want to be happy, or do you want to make a contract with me?"

I gave him two choices.

I'm good at that.

Then he smiled, confident that he had the upper hand.

"A contract with you? Ha. You think I won't keep my promises?"

That's the typical phrase of someone who has no intention of keeping his promises.

Instead of answering, I wait for him to make his choice.

So what will you choose?