The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 233: Song of the Betrayed (13)

It was to boast. And to mock me. There’s a word in my faded memories that describes this situation.

Teabagging.

“I’ve shoved every pain and pleasure into your body, things that no living human can even feel.”

Suddenly, an intense pain shot through my spine, causing my whole body to jerk like a carp on dry land.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, strange liquid poured out through the long tube embedded in my brain, and my brain filled with pleasure.

There’s no creature in all my memories that has ever felt such pleasure.

The word “thousand-fold intensity” gleamed and faded from my faded memories. Come to think of it, it’s quite similar to a state in a certain work.

“So, how is it? You can’t resist, can you? This vessel can contain a god, but once filled, it’s designed so you can’t escape until it’s completely destroyed. And on top of that, the more you succumb to it, I’ve etched a curse that makes your soul obey me as well.”

Ah, so that’s what it is.

Actually, it’s not that strange.

The carrot and stick strategy is a universal method of taming. Using metal to embed in the nervous system and directly apply the carrot and stick approach is something I’ve never heard of, though.

“God. How does it feel to fall into human hands?”

Hmm.

It’s a nice desire. The courage to capture a god and use it as one pleases. I liked it. Along with that, the joy of bringing down a higher being, the inferiority complex toward a special opponent, and those emotions could be felt in his voice.

You really will make an excellent Harvester. So, here’s what I say:

“I’ll offer myself to you. But later, when you’ve completed everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about it?”

Silence spread.

“You’re still sane. Yeah. It’s boring if a god falls so easily. But how long do you think you can endure?”

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The wizard chuckled.

Then, I heard footsteps drawing closer and stopping near me.

“You haven’t noticed yet, but inside your belly, a baby is growing, feeding on your strength. If it gets too late, that baby will drain all your strength. It would be wise to submit quickly.”

It said that with an undeniable sense of enjoyment.

So, it’s a time limit.

Some memories shine with voices that aren’t going to keep promises. They shine brightly, saying that it’s not a good way to torture a noble person by giving them a death time, because they would endure it and die.

I’m not a noble, and honestly, I was planning to do everything I could without any threats. Though what I can do is just offer myself!

But it doesn’t seem like he thinks that way, as the footsteps grew distant from me.

“Train him.”

I heard those words from far away, and then the signal came through the metal embedded in my spine and brain. It didn’t seem like a simple electrical signal.

Could it be magic?

At least, pleasure and pain are repeating periodically.

But compared to the cold, it’s nothing.

I organized the memories I had just gained as I waited for the wizard to return.

The man I called a prisoner earlier.

His name is Kenan.

Surprisingly, he’s a knight. He’s allowed to carry weapons and kill people, and has the right to investigate crimes. But as I mentioned, he’s not really a noble; he’s closer to being a civil servant.

To be specific, he’s more like a police officer or a soldier.

Interestingly, while he’s not without magical tools, most of them are artifacts used only by special individuals.

And civilization is surprisingly dependent on fossil fuels.

Though they have internal combustion engines and basic wireless communication, their development seems to have stopped somewhere.

Because it’s been over 300 years since they started using internal combustion engines powered by petroleum, and the landscapes of several cities he knows seem to be similar to a newly modernized era.

Perhaps the world in my faded memories developed too quickly.

Anyway, in this kind of half-baked world, Kenan, a man who held the position similar to a police officer, one day realized that people were disappearing from the city.

He contacted the higher-ups in the knight order, but no help came, and the missing people only increased. So, he went on his own to the places where people were frequently disappearing, and then got kidnapped.

Not long after, he was dragged in front of me and, after becoming a Harvester, died when his neck and head were severed.

By the way, the society here is closer to a constitutional monarchy than an absolute monarchy. Though the king’s authority has significantly fallen, and the parliament is made up only of nobles, it might be considered a nobility rule or even an oligarchy?

Kenan seems to be quite unfamiliar with this area of knowledge.

But music and the arts have developed decently, and Kenan, saying he went on dates with his girlfriend to see performances, remembers that the culture and society were fairly stable.

The wizard, on the other hand, mainly kidnapped people from the lower classes but, when necessary, even kidnapped people from high noble families.

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Though even among the high nobility, those in lower positions weren’t significant enough to warrant the involvement of the knight order, he grumbled in the memories I’ve seen.

Anyway, the wizard seems to be very rich and may have connections with someone in a position to control the city, possibly a local aristocrat.

That’s all.

By the time I finished organizing the memories.

The torture is still ongoing, but Bell has arrived at the city.

It’s a strange city.

The walls are only on the east side.

And those walls connect both mountain ranges, acting as a massive breakwater, blocking the east.

I guess the dangerous monsters only come from that direction.

But the mountain range stretches long to the east, and beyond it is the sea. I don’t understand why they’ve blocked the way leading east.

Thinking about that, I entered the city. Fortunately, since I came from the south, there wasn’t anything special required to enter the city.

Inside, the city is quite busy. There are many people, and buildings are densely packed.

And in the center, there’s a huge market.

For a city without railroads, it’s a large market. In other words, the consumption needed to support it must exist here...

Perhaps the walls are there for that reason.

The military consumes a lot of goods.

And the person I need to meet is a soldier. Thinking I had come to the right place, I walked straight towards the city walls.

As I neared the walls, the crowd grew larger.

Hmm?

I thought it would have a tense atmosphere, like during a war, but the wide road passing through the huge gate was surprisingly lively.

If it were a place where battles were taking place, I would have expected soldiers to be everywhere near the walls, with a rather somber atmosphere.

But the main gates were open, and people with cargo were coming and going.

If there’s a port to the east, they could have laid down railroads there, but I don’t understand why they’re doing it this way.

I soon spotted a group of soldiers holding weapons in front of the city gates.

They seemed to be of a fairly high rank. I walked towards a soldier sitting alone and spoke to him.

“Hello.”

“Yeah, what’s the matter?”

He answered gently. Seeing that he wasn’t nervous even when an unknown girl asked him questions, it didn’t seem like a particularly dangerous place.

I handed him my business card.

“Can I contact this person?”

He lazily took the business card, then suddenly stood up. With a frozen expression, he cautiously returned the business card to me.

“Excuse me, but what’s your relationship with him?”

“He gave me a ride to my destination yesterday. He told me to contact him here when I’m coming back.”

“Oh, yes. May I ask your name?”

“Bell.”

He made a slightly odd face, then told me to wait a moment before rushing off somewhere.

I was left alone at a place like a guard post. Of course, there were several soldiers standing a little farther from the post.

They were glancing at me, seemingly curious about what was going on, but even if they stared, I didn’t know anything.

After some time passed.

A truck, much larger than the one I rode in before, pulled up.

Then, a middle-aged man with different attire got out.

He walked over to me slowly.

“Excuse me. Are you the miracle girl, Bell?”

Hmm?

Now that I think about it, I believe I’ve seen that name in the newspaper. I think an interview with me was published or something similar.

“That’s my name.”

When I said that, he gestured toward the truck he came in.

“Let’s get in first.”

I nodded obediently and got into the truck.

The interior wasn’t clean. A map was hanging on one side of the truck, and piles of documents were scattered around. There was also a map on the table inside, and many wires were spread out across it.

It looked more like a command vehicle than one meant to carry someone.

When the door closed, he introduced himself as the commander of this place.

And he made this request.

“I heard you can heal people. That power. Can you use it on my soldiers?”

Hmm.

I kept my lips tight, trying not to smile, and said.

“Yes. If you want, I’ll offer myself.”

That’s right.

In a battlefield, there are bound to be injuries.

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