The Outer God Needs Warmth

"Ah, I want some snacks!"

In the season when the shrubs at the Royal Academy turn a bright red, Victoria muttered as we stepped out of the academy’s dining hall after lunch. She rattled off every kind of snack she could think of in this world.

"It’s been less than a minute since we ate."

"These days, no matter how much I eat, I’m always hungry."

Victoria muttered under her breath. Ever since she fainted in Vern City and woke up three days later, her appetite had grown strangely.

I glance up and down at Victoria.

Purple hair, snow-white skin.

She’s a girl with clear traits of a harvester. She’s the ideal age for a girl who’s not too tall, not too short, and just about the right proportions.

It’s not that she’s gained weight or grown taller. If anything, she seems slightly thinner than before.

Could it be an illness?

But there’s no sign of discomfort in Victoria’s senses. Her body feels normal, and the only thing that has changed is the amount she’s eating.

Or is something broken inside her?