I organized my memories for a moment.
I thought I got caught up in something on my way home after classes ended in the afternoon. But while the time visible outside the window is correct as afternoon, the day is different.
Today is the weekend.
It's a time when it wouldn't be strange for me to lie down all day. The person living in this lodging doesn't touch anything no matter what I do.
It was difficult to know the exact time because there were no students at the Royal Academy among the harvesters.
There are two harvesters who commute to the Royal Academy.
Victoria and Kanna.
But Kanna is now busy beating down the monsters flooding in her hometown, and Victoria often heads out immediately after classes end.
If I'm confused about the date to this extent, it seems they made a plan to trap me with great effort.
Bern City now has no weekdays or weekends, and harvesters living in Brightshin have no concept of days off.
It's dizzying.
Bern City is now fighting against soldiers coming from outside Bern City, gathering around the Purple Twilight Society.
In the end, it's gone as far as it could go there. The police should protect the inside and the military the outside, but the military attacked the inside.
And that's to hide a really useless fact.
It was good that I made lots of harvesters in the Brightshin slums in advance. Looking at how things are flowing now, there's a high possibility that many harvesters in Bern City will die.
Strong and noticeable targets easily become subjects of oppression. And if they oppose them, they'll be dragged away whether they participated in the protests or not.
That's good.
If there are people who escape, that hatred will boil appropriately.
Hehe.
Anyway, since it was afternoon, I finished all the homework given by the Royal Academy, had a meal, and slept.
Tomorrow is a weekday again.
* * *
Morning came.
I go to the Royal Academy as usual.
But today, Merriwather's expression is extremely pale. And there's fear in her expression as she looks at me.
I have a guess, so it's hard to ask anything.
Even now, fighting is happening in Bern City, and it's gotten worse than yesterday.
No matter how strong the citizens are, it's normal to be annihilated when the army points weapons at them. But the citizens were able to resist. Rather, as they drove out the army, the situation changed seriously.
First of all.
If you can't use magic, you're no different from a civilian.
There are no weapons like gunpowder guns in this world because it's a magical civilization.
The first protest happened because they demanded an investigation into the truth of the accident that occurred in Bern City. And from the next protest, the protesters brought that reason.
If power devices are used excessively, magic power changes strangely, and it accumulates. When that happens, machines that use magic power become unusable - this defect.
Then power devices suck in too much magic power, and the magic power in the atmosphere itself decreases.
In other words, it means you can create areas lacking in magic power. The protesters who directly experienced the Bern City incident used this.
Bern City is a city where cutting-edge technology is concentrated.
Power devices are overflowing. They operated them to make the city into a kind of magic vacuum state. And harvesters' superpowers work even without magic power.
When a soldier wrapped in a solid clockwork machine enters the city, the clockwork machine stops working immediately.
When that happens, there's no need to even kill them with superpowers. It just becomes a moving coffin. They can't escape and die stabbed by protesters inside the machine.
Of course, soldiers who noticed this have changed tactics and are using methods to pound from afar with magic, but most magic disappears as it flies, and techniques that fire projectiles can't penetrate the forest of buildings so dense it could be called Buildinggrad and destroy the entire center of Bern City.
So even though the army has been deployed, Bern City is still fighting.
If Merriwather heard that, it's not strange for her to be afraid of me.
And creating harvesters means the same thing as being able to produce superhumans who can cause supernatural phenomena without relying on magic power.
If it's the intelligence department, it's normal to be afraid.
Thinking that, I entered the classroom. Today too, Victoria sits in a seat away from me.
Considering that she made a friend as soon as I left, I think it might be okay to be apart for a little longer.
But there's one worry. Victoria doesn't know what's happening in her hometown, Bern City.
The media isn't talking about what's happening there to a suspicious degree, so it's rather strange to be able to know.
I hope she doesn't know if possible, after the story of Bern City is concluded. I hope she won't be dragged away later for being from Bern City.
While thinking that, before I knew it, the morning classes ended and it became lunchtime.
Until two days ago, Merriwather would have talked about this and that, but today she's silent. Rather, she's carefully observing my mood.
For now, I pretend not to notice her watching like that.
But I don't intend to just pretend not to know. I'm going to create a new harvester as soon as today's classes end.
Then I'll be able to check how the kingdom intends to deal with harvesters. If they don't like increasing the number of harvesters too much, Merriwather will stop me.
If not, it means they're not problematizing harvesters themselves.
If you use the phenomenon happening in Bern City aggressively, you can use it to invade other countries, right?
In an era when the world is not organically connected, wars happen frequently.
When the loss from waging war is enormously greater than the gain that can be obtained through war. Only then can people barely stop war.
However, only the losses of the people leading the country are considered.
If it's a kingdom, it means only considering the king's losses, if capitalism is dominant, the capitalists', if it's a dictatorship, the dictator's losses.
In this place which is a kingdom, war could be easily started.
After eating lunch quietly like that for the first time in a while, I returned to the classroom and attended afternoon classes.
And I immediately left the Royal Academy and headed to a place where people suitable to be made into harvesters are gathered. The place I'm going this time is also in Brightshin.
Like I did last time, I plan to go around a bit to put places I've never been to in my head.
After walking to some extent, I head almost straight, so maybe they'll realize that I'm wandering around the capital with some intention.
In any world, there would be many people much smarter than me.
So I head east one day, west another day.
In my opinion, I'm moving irregularly and filling in the map, but if it's a smart person, the possibility of reading a pattern in my actions and grasping my intentions is not zero.
So, being wary that I could be caught at any time, I move my steps today too.
Today I walk to a place with few people.
It's not a place where as many poor people are gathered as Brightshin, but a place away from streets where many people come and go. I walk along a narrow road where shabby buildings are sparsely standing.
Merriwather, who should be called an escort if she really was one, is looking at me with fear and hostility in her eyes.
As expected, she's not an escort.
More than that, the witch attacked.
The witch named Maleficent. Somehow I seemed to have touched an area below the surface and chased her away, but I need to be careful.
Because I'm a special monster, I was arrogantly thinking in a corner of my mind that no magic could have a special effect on me. The Primordial Heavenly Lord said I was practically the opposite of magic, right?
So I thought I was immune to magic, but I didn't know I was weak to mental attacks.
At some point, I was affected by magic, and while Belle's body was lying straight in bed, I perceived that I actually spent my daily life.
Considering that other people's time was stopped in the afternoon, it means Belle's body itself was in a state affected by magic.
Objectively speaking, I didn't get up and lay down all day, then woke up in the afternoon.
In Belle's subjective view, I got up in the morning, attended classes, and headed to a strange place on the way back.
In other harvesters' subjective view, time flowed normally and then stopped at some point in the afternoon.
It means that when the perception of one body is distorted, I, who am riding on that body, share that point in time.
So yesterday. Even though Victoria didn't go to class because it was the weekend and quietly studied clockwork knights in her room, I didn't feel anything strange.
When I met Victoria in the hallucination, I, who was looking from Belle's perspective, thought I saw Belle from Victoria's perspective.
I didn't know I would be weak to this kind of thing.
The part about sneering in the Great Kraken and Primordial Heavenly Lord's memories shines, but I ignore it.
As I walk along areas where light doesn't reach, I arrived at a district where lower class people live, though not as much as Brightshin.
As soon as I entered, I immediately found a person lying on the ground.
He's holding a liquor bottle in his hand, and his face is red enough for anyone to see that he's drunk. One joint of the fingers holding the liquor bottle is missing, and the toes visible through the torn shoes are exposed white bones.
He's a dying person.
He's a person commonly seen in places like this.
I sat in front of the man.
But before I could say anything, the man raised his festering eyebrows and looked at me with cloudy eyes, immediately got up from his seat and struck my head with the liquor bottle in his hand.
Crash!
Hmm.
It's an attack without hesitation. The liquor bottle shatters into pieces and glass shards scatter everywhere. Plus a little of my blood and brain matter.
"Huh? What. Why aren't you dead."
Blood flows from my head, turning one side of my vision red.
"Because I don't die."
"Hahah, what. Have I gone crazy after all. I don't remember seeing a girl like this."
Terrible hatred and resignation. And despair is permeating. It's light that's barely not touching above me.
With this, it's a distance I can't reach.
In other words, it means he's still kicking.
I put my hand on his cheek. Then he's startled. Then he reaches out and grabs my hair.
This person is really acting aggressively.
Crunch.
A chilling sound was heard. And the scalp along with the skull with glass shards embedded is torn off. Judging by the feeling, my brain must be exposed. This.
"If you pull so hard, it breaks, you know?"
The man holding the skin in his hand looks at it indifferently and then shifts his gaze back to me.
"Are you a monster?"
"That's right. You might have heard it once. No, should I say another thing here?"
I straightened my posture and said to him.
"I'll give myself to you. Instead, when you finish everything later, I'll take everything you have then. How about it?"
The contract phrase that people who should know now all know.
It appeared on broadcasts and in newspapers several times. Even people who aren't interested should have heard it at least once.
At least, if they live in the capital.
The man nodded after looking at my fragment in his hand and then at my face and wound.
I immediately push myself in. While doing so, I also twist reality as I think.
The original skin split and cracked, and new blue skin popped out. And a quite muscular man stood in place.
A disabled veteran who was immediately discharged when his body broke down. His body has wounds and diseases obtained from fighting monsters at the country's borders. He was an ordinary human who was dying with parasites entangled.
He looks down at his own hand with a dumbfounded expression. Then he takes off his shoes and wiggles his toes.
His breathing is easier, and he won't hear the screaming sound from his body anymore. He stands in the posture of when he was a soldier in his prime, then looked at me and asked.
"What do you want from me?"
"Now do what you want to do. Things you couldn't do until now, things you wanted to do. Anything is fine. That's what I want."
And while changing his body into a harvester, I raised the regenerated body. The man looks at me with complicated eyes, but since he's already become a harvester, I'm not interested.
But the person who's supposed to be an escort isn't doing her job even though I was attacked. So I quietly turned around and looked at the escort.
Merriwather is looking at me with a terrified expression.
If I were human, I would have died instantly, but I lived because I'm not human. But an attack is an attack. If she has no intention of escorting at all, I think I should talk to the king or prince about this once.
While I'm at it, I'll also report that I was attacked by a witch.
Thinking that, I go back to my destination, and the man follows from near Merriwather.
Merriwather stays still even though a harvester is following. What is she thinking?
I took them both and went to a house where there was a child dying with boils all over their body from disease and malnutrition. And I changed that child into a harvester.
A harvester crying saying it's a miracle, a harvester rejoicing at their newly healed body, a harvester staring at me. And Merriwather looking with a gaze close to disgust.
That day ended like that.