The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 224: Song of the Betrayed (4)

"Always saying that, yet taking a step forward."

She called me a monster, but I got a strange response.

Victoria lowered her face again and hid it. Even though she did that, it was impossible to hide her expression from me.

She even pushed away the hand that reached out.

It was about time for her to cry.

However, contrary to my thoughts, Victoria didn’t cry.

"Every time, it’s the same. You say you're a monster, but then you move forward. So, if you retreat now, you’re saying you're worse than a monster, right?"

Huh?

No, that’s not what I meant.

I just meant that because I’m a monster, don’t follow me, just do what you want, okay? Excuse me? Even if I acted like a good person, that doesn’t mean it’s really who I am?

But Victoria raised her head with the expression I knew.

She had the same expression from when we first met.

I was the giant sea monster, and she was covered in blood, holding tools in her hand. That was the expression she had back then.

"You’re going to be a truly harsh mother to your child."

And then she stood up.

It was probably an insult, right?

Thinking about Rebecca having children, I might be able to become part of the sacrifice for having children. I don’t know what would happen with me now, though.

It’s highly likely that it’s impossible for me to even give birth.

Even if I were to go into a male body, I still wouldn’t be able to make children.

If it were possible, it would probably be treated as my physical form... Huh? Does that mean being a man is better?

If it really came to that, I could make several bodies as a backup. Whether those bodies are considered children, I’m not sure, but it's a possibility.

But I’m not planning on doing that.

When I think about Rebecca, she had the consciousness even when I used her body as a vessel, and someone is offering a chance to dig through my memories?

Are you insane?

How would I know where information might leak from?

Even Rebecca moved on her own, without any light. The body I used became something strange and started moving.

Since there was no light, calling it a dead body isn’t right. Rebecca still gave birth to a child. And lived far longer than humanly possible.

Rebecca, with her tragic past, stayed on my side. If she had hated me, she would have spread my weaknesses everywhere.

Looking back now, that was a truly dangerous time.

Anyway.

After saying that, Victoria walked toward the exit, leaving the bodies behind. She was leaving this place.

Was she planning to return home now?

So I followed her.

But Victoria went in a strange direction. If she kept going this way, at least within the range I know, there’s nowhere she could be headed.

Could she be going for revenge?

But she wasn’t walking toward the place where the flames were rising. Where is she going?

I followed Victoria, whose expression had hardened. We crossed a wide road and passed a narrow alley. We passed by a place that had been destroyed by the rioters.

Though we took a slight detour because of the path, we kept walking straight.

Where is she going?

After walking for a while, Victoria stopped.

There was a river.

Compared to the Han River, a river that often appears in my faded memories, this was a small river, only about 1/6th the size. And unlike the clean water of the Han River, this was dirty and foul-smelling polluted water, more like wastewater.

The water lifted into the air. The sludge stayed at the bottom while only the clear stream of water rose to the sky.

Ah! This is for revenge.

Right—

I had already done this in Vern City. Bring in water and use it to crush and drown people.

It’s great. How many casualties will there be now?

The lower part of the population pyramid. They became rioters. Even if they attack blindly, they’ll die in the process.

Warmth party!

And the rioters who still included Harvesters have moved into the areas where the upper class lives, killing people and looting without a second thought.

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In between.

They sometimes fought with what appeared to be security personnel, but they didn’t confront them head-on.

They threw weapons from a distance, then ran to loot in places where the security forces weren’t. At what point did the objective of killing the social evil that used Automaton Machines disappear?

I watched from their perspective as the rioters rampaged. Simultaneously, with my eyes, I saw Victoria doing something.

The water flowing from the river continued to rise toward the sky.

The river wasn’t just exposed at the bottom, it was completely drained of moisture, breaking into pieces like desert sand.

That’s right.

Even though it was waste, once the moisture is gone, it turns to dust.

Just like that, the entire river rose into the sky.

Like a giant snake, the river that crossed the capital climbed into the sky.

The air became so dry that it could be called parched. It wasn’t just me; even the Harvesters, far away, could feel it.

But no one realized it.

They were just pleased that the fires burned well during the arson.

Rumble.

No.

The river shot up into the sky, and now, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Huh? I thought she would flood the river and crush everything like last time, but it seems that’s not the plan?

The more the water supplies, the larger the storm clouds grow.

Then, shortly after, the storm clouds covered the night sky.

The water that had risen now began to fall.

Thud.

Thud.

Tututut

It started raining from the sky.

The rioters, who were looting, screamed and ran to find shelter from the rain. But they weren’t screaming because they were being attacked.

Even though it wasn’t cold enough to freeze the ice, it was cold enough to form a thin layer of ice in the chilly early morning.

Cold rain began to fall like an ice sheet.

Swoosh.

The cold rain cooled the fury that had covered the capital.

The heat of the festival, which had pushed people into a frenzy, began to dissipate, leaving only the people who shivered, wet from the rain.

It was already a winter night after the sun had set.

The flames that had brightly lit up everyone’s faces disappeared.

Even the flames that might have rekindled after the rain gradually started to die down. The sound of the rain was so loud that the voices of distant people were drowned out by it.

The space left by the vanished heat of the festival.

Now, only the cold reality, as cold as the rain, seeped in.

The Harvesters scattered throughout the capital could hear this in their ears.

What do we do now?

Like they had just been splashed with cold water while drunk, they looked at each other with pale faces. As cold raindrops ran down their faces, despair and fear flowed with them.

Meanwhile, Polaris, who had returned to her mansion in the capital, grumbled, saying the weather forecast was never accurate.

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While Victoria was gathering the bodies in the Automaton Knight School, the rioters blocking the Royal Academy had also dispersed.

It wasn’t forced.

According to what Kanna heard from her subordinates when Solindigus left the school, they had dispersed on their own when black smoke and flames rose from various parts of the capital.

Ah, right.

There were no Harvesters among the rioters in front of the Royal Academy. At least, whether it was because only middle-class or higher people gathered there, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) or if no one was present by chance, I’m not sure.

If those people were from the middle class or higher, they would probably find their homes empty when they returned.

Still, the riot, which seemed like it would continue indefinitely, disappeared.

The fact that one person made it rain must have been a special event.

I approached Victoria, who had been gazing at the sky all night until the moon began to wane.

"It’s not like in Vern City."

"If I did that, I thought I’d never be able to look anyone in the eye again."

Hmm.

That’s a very high evaluation. It’s based on a misconception, though.

I know that Victoria is mistaking me for a very good person.

But let her keep that misunderstanding.

On the outside, and inside as well.

I hope the people of this country spread far and wide.

I just want the Harvesters and their children to get in the way. The bigger society becomes, and the higher up the Harvesters are in it, the more warmth I get.

Of course, I’m okay with events like massacres during riots. In such extreme environments, Harvesters show their true strength.

Good or bad, everything leads to a path where I can harvest warmth.

No, to put it clearly, I’ll explain it like this:

As long as humanity prospers, I will gain warmth.

The Great Depression, World Wars, I’m fine with all of that. I know one day humanity will overcome it and fill the planet with people.

The idea of global warming is scary, but I believe it too will be overcome, and humanity will venture into space. In fact, there are worlds like that in this universe.

Although the Harvester’s life is extremely short-lived, it’s a problem.

Anyway.

I speak to Victoria like this.

"A harsher tomorrow is waiting, so let’s go to bed."

Victoria lowered her head. Her already pale skin looked even paler.

"I wish you’d tell me about a hopeful future right now."

She muttered to me as she approached, not seeming too angry.

"Maybe in decades, I’ll tell my grandchildren about this."

"That’s way too far ahead!"

She grumbled, saying there’s no affection. She wants a lot, but I don’t give her the answers she seeks.

Because it’s fun!

I returned to the quarters with Victoria, who was whining that I was too tough.

The rain kept falling until the moon sank and the night passed, bringing dawn.