King Hypion, Prince Sorindiges, and even Princess Luna came to congratulate Aurora on waking up.
I couldn't see it directly. Because after Aurora woke up, I was almost chased back to the place where I was staying.
Since I could see through Aurora's eyes, I could understand what they were saying, so it wasn't a big problem.
There, I heard a story Aurora didn't know. They say she became so weak because of a witch's curse.
They say 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 perspective of the contract, it's weaker than the Great Kraken. It was too weak compared to the resistance I felt when I came down to Choseol's body.
Searching through the Great Kraken's memories, on that day I entered Choseol's body.
The connection with the Great Kraken was cut off, but the Great Kraken didn't feel it at all. The point when he realized it was even later. He learned through the Blood Vessel Secret Religion that something else had taken that body.
I looked for memories to see if I could understand the reason, but there are no shining memories.
The shining of memories seems to be unconditional reflection. If there's a relevant item, it shines saying "I know this".
Here, the intelligence issue becomes a stumbling block.
I can't draw new facts through known knowledge. If I have the memories of the Great Kraken and the Primordial Heavenly Lord, shouldn't I be able to explain most phenomena?
But I only know what I know.
I can't move by preparing one step ahead, I only know how to move after something has happened.
If only I were a bit more intelligent.
While I was pondering like that.
Suddenly, King Hypion called the harvesters to the capital.
I thought they were going to be ground up for experiments again, but surprisingly, they gathered people at the broadcasting station and interviewed them one by one.
They interviewed not about the incident in Bern City, but about me as the subject.
From people with white skin to people with blue skin. Everyone.
And not long after, a documentary about me was broadcast throughout the kingdom. It's not just TV.
Newspapers with the interview content on the front page were also distributed.
Hehe.
It's really good.
It's even better that it's clearly written that it's not a miracle of god or anything like that, but that they were revived with special superpowers and their body hair and skin color changed.
A foundation has been created for reducing resistance when I create harvesters in this world from now on.
While the appearance of harvesters was a public enemy in the second world, in the third world, an image was created of people who were revived from the brink of death.
Moreover, because there was already an image of people who went around saving people in Bern City, when combined, it created a very good image.
I'm happy.
I'm happy, but I wondered why they were publicizing this widely. I thought it would be beneficial for those in power to hide such ability to heal people as much as possible.
Monopoly tends to invite criticism.
I realized the reason for this as summer was ending.
They officially announced that Princess Aurora recovered her health through my ability.
Although her beautiful blonde hair turned purple and her skin was dyed blue, the royal family announced that she regained her health. And they said that I was the one who healed her. In other words, Princess Aurora is the same as those who received abilities in Bern City.
Only then did I understand why they advertised the harvesters.
It was to let people know that the princess's appearance wasn't strange, but the result of being revived.
The reason for thoroughly bringing out the harvesters who went around saving people in Bern City and image-making them as good people, and advertising throughout the kingdom the fact that they were revived from the brink of death.
It was all for Princess Aurora.
Hmm.
That's right.
At least from the perspective of slightly more than 9,000 harvesters, although various races live in this country, there are no people with blue skin.
There might be a possibility in other countries, but at least as far as the harvesters know, such people don't exist.
Blue skin is too alien to just pass off as an unusual skin color. It's an ominous color like a corpse starting to decay or argyria where the skin turns blue due to silver penetrating the body.
If Princess Aurora had just come out, she would have heard strange things. Like someone who became pockmarked from smallpox, the value of the princess herself would have decreased.
But now public opinion has changed.
She has become not simply a beneficiary of a miracle, but a member of those who received rewards for good deeds.
Although there's actually no causal relationship, isn't that how groups usually are?
And a festival was held in the country. The king emptied the national treasury to hold a festival where people could eat and drink. It must be a method to solidify the image. Probably.
Around the end of the festival where I could also get some leftovers. As the summer of this country completely ended.
I was dragged to the Royal Academy.
* * *
"Belle!"
"Hello."
On the day of transfer.
As I was standing blankly in what was said to be my classroom, Victoria discovered me and ran over. She too was forcibly admitted to the Royal Academy from today.
"It's cold even though we met after a long time..."
"Since you made a contract with me, you haven't been apart from me for even a single moment."
Since I'm watching through Victoria's eyes, I haven't been away from my subjective view either.
At my words, Victoria hugged me.
There are gazes watching us two.
Not just one or two, but almost all the students are looking at us.
Looking at their expressions, there's a wide spectrum from admiration to contempt.
There are many people from the upper class. In other words, it means they're people with a high possibility of becoming harvesters.
While I was contemplating what attitude to take, someone who looked like a teacher came in. And they started the class without any particular introduction.
It seems they're not interested in the students, perhaps because the structure is closer to a university rather than a school in the sense of a public facility.
Classes were held twice for 2 hours each. Once in the morning, and once in the afternoon after lunch.
As soon as the afternoon class ended, Victoria grabbed my hand and went outside.
We walked straight towards the main road leading to the main gate after coming out of the D-shaped academy building. And near the main gate, we turned right.
Then you can see the dormitory in the distance. That is, it seems Victoria is trying to take me to the dormitory.
I followed Victoria, who had a stiff expression and wasn't speaking, towards her room.
As soon as we arrived at the room, Victoria locked the door and let out a big sigh.
"Haaaaah. I was scared."
Victoria, who said that, staggered to the bed and plopped down.
"Scared?"
I remember there was no fear in her expression.
"There are originally a lot of people I can't even talk to, right? It's full of people who live in a completely different world from me, a noble, isn't it terrifying!"
Although she has the Sahaggin instant death tool, I think Victoria, who changed from a system of hiding around to a slaughter system and killed everyone she saw in direct confrontation to reach the descent location, is scarier.
Above all, even now when she's saying she's scared, it's closer to an expression of avoiding an annoying balloon that will burst if touched, rather than fear of powerful authority.
"If you hadn't helped people, you wouldn't have come here."
So once.
Before resentment is directed at me later, I said it in advance. Victoria, who is a good person, will deny this here.
"That's right. If I hadn't moved then and there, I probably would have returned to the Clockwork Knight School by now. Yeah."
Victoria looks at me with a clear expression and says.
"But I don't regret that. Even if I go back, I will save people again."
Yes. I know.
Victoria is that kind of person. Although I don't know how long it will last. Won't her mind change if she gets bullied here?
Even if she's resistant to pain, it doesn't mean she can endure it forever. Judging from the expressions of the students I saw during class earlier, there's a high possibility that Victoria will be bullied.
So before she breaks, I need to avoid responsibility in advance.
"Are you giving up on being a clockwork knight?"
"No. I found out there are classes for that here too. I'm thinking of going that way."
I know that. But Morris, who told her that, added this. He said it's not so much a place to learn to be a clockwork knight, but rather a place to learn from the perspective of someone who will work with clockwork knights.
It's the perspective of a manager, not a technician.
So saying this is a bluff. And if you bluff, you have to take responsibility for your words. Victoria would do that.
"That's good."
Victoria smiles awkwardly at my words. She's really a good person. She said this to be considerate of me.
Even if she breaks in the future, that direction will be towards other people.
"How about you, Belle? I heard you treated the princess at the royal palace? That's all that came out when I turned on the TV for a while. Did you talk with the princess? What kind of person is she?"
Victoria changed the topic.
I was a guest in words at the royal palace, but I was close to a tool. But I don't talk about that. Not because I'm worried about Victoria, but because subjectivity is involved.
The subjectivity that they treat me heartlessly.
It's not yet time to reveal my subjectivity. Because if there's subjectivity, they'll try to deal with me.
If I have no subjectivity and move like an object, the person who has me pays attention to the person trying to use me rather than paying attention to me.
I like easy mode. Easy mode.
When others try to deceive me, there's no guarantee that I can discover it all. Even if I turn them into harvesters, that's the same.
It would be nice if harvesters were brainwashed or unconditionally gave affection to me. Unfortunately, since there's no such function, it can't be helped.
So safely, step by step.
There's plenty of time.
But using the experience from the second world, boldly without being too shrinking. It's difficult to balance, but I have to try somehow. This is my homework.
"I don't know. I only met her for a moment and then I stayed in a room in the royal palace all the time."
Considering that the people coming into my room changed at most once every three days, they clearly have malicious intentions.
Even if there are many people, if no one interacts with you, people feel lonely. Solitude easily makes people desolate.
It becomes the right condition for gaslighting.
That's why pseudo-religions force people to go proselytize in places with many people like train stations. The real purpose is not to bring in people who know nothing to the pseudo-religion.
Pseudo-religions are despised. Proselytizers attempt to proselytize to many people but are mostly ignored or cursed at. Along with humiliation, it gives the impression that the person is a worthless failure.
And when they return empty-handed, they ask why they couldn't proselytize well, shatter their self-esteem and make them mentally and physically exhausted, and after paralyzing their reason like that, make them depend on the pseudo-religion.
Giving the disease and then the medicine.
Isolating and then making them dependent.
It's a method often used by rulers to turn people into stupid subordinates.
"Ah, I guess that could happen since it's the royal palace. I thought you might have met the prince and such, but you didn't have such experiences?"
"I did see his face and greet him, but that was all. We didn't even exchange names."
"Wow, that's a bit..."
Victoria, with a sullen expression, sat down and patted beside her. When I went and sat there, Victoria, with me beside her, started to tell one by one what had happened in the meantime.
She talked about how a lot of people came and went from the broadcasting station, how she was invited to the royal palace but couldn't meet me, and how many strange people came after that.
She left out the story about Morris being fired from the company and how the family hugged each other and cried because of that, or how a strange person broke into the house and they ended up moving.
It's unfortunate. Morris.
If he had abandoned his humanity just a little, Morris would be an excellent person in the company now.
Additionally, they moved to the outskirts of Bern City. To use a metaphor based on faded memories, it's like moving from Seoul to Gyeonggi-do.
There are many people who were affected by the Bern City incident and gathered there.
In other words, it means there are many harvesters.
If being alone makes you a concentrated target, it's also a good method to go to a place where targets are dispersed. They made a good move.
So, while thinking about when to tell this side of the story, I spent time with Victoria who was telling her own story.