The Outer God Needs Warmth

Victoria and I stopped by her dorm and then headed out.

We walked down the main road from the gate. There were large mansions on both sides, but soon they started to get smaller, and we reached an area with shops.

This is a road Victoria walks every three days, so she’s very familiar with it.

In fact, all the paths the Harvesters frequent are familiar to me.

Following Victoria, I knew where we were heading even before we arrived. There was a delicious smell wafting from the street, and I saw people coming from the opposite direction, each holding food.

We arrived at a street lined with restaurants.

Back when I attended the Clockwork Knight School, I didn’t have any friends, but I often came to places like this. I’ve always had a good appetite, and since I gained my psychic powers, my appetite tripled.

It really consumes a lot of calories.

To be clear, it doesn’t mean I have the ability to create something from nothing. Sure, I do an excessive amount of work compared to the calories I take in, but that’s the same with magic.

Victoria, smiling widely, ran into the alleyway.

I followed her inside.@@novelbin@@

As soon as we entered, countless gazes were drawn to me. Curiosity, jealousy, dislike, interest—various emotions and stares mixed together.

Am I really that strange?

"Oh my, didn’t you wear that on purpose? That outfit. It’s hard for ordinary people to wear something like that, isn’t it?"

Merryweather, pointing at my collar, said that. She was smiling, but she couldn’t hide her probing expression. If she’s from the intelligence department, she’s obviously trying to figure out what I like and dislike.