The Outer God Needs Warmth

"Really? The leg that was amputated healed cleanly..."

While Morris and his parents were checking Morris’s body, I went outside with Beatrice.

The awkward tension between Beatrice and Morris suggested that their relationship wasn’t all that great.

"Beatrice, would you like to make a contract?"

I pointed at Beatrice’s body. Though covered by baggy clothes, the scars were clearly not ordinary.

There were even scars on her face.

For a scar that couldn’t be removed, it seemed she had given up something truly important.

"Would I change like that?"

"Like that."

"Unless you’re on the brink of death, your skin won’t turn blue."

"On the brink of death."

Beatrice echoed my words, then slowly sank into a sense of dread. She realized the meaning of what I had said.