The Outer God Needs Warmth

The village I’m in right now is a port city called Nantes.

Once, before Vern City grew, this was the gateway to Vern City, but with the advancement of technology, the river’s estuary was managed, and the port in the heart of Vern City began to decline, marking its history.

In the past, there was no port where large cargo could be unloaded as ships traveled up the river, so large-scale freight was offloaded here.

Some of the people that Victoria slaughtered had lived here for a long time, so even if their memories were fragmented, putting the pieces together would give a clear picture.

For reference, the people of the village weren't necessarily enemies. They were just citizens living here, but many died either from being swept away by the sea or by succumbing to the slow-growing terror, ending their own lives.

If you ask whether Victoria was cruel and heartless, I’d say no.@@novelbin@@

In many ways, from what I observed, she was a girl who understood that killing someone properly was a bad thing.

But in the face of too much power, morality breaks easily.

It’s not inherent evil in human nature, but rather a selective indifference.

For example, if you have to cross the city ahead to reach your destination, a place you must reach no matter what, and time is pressing, would you consider the people below the 40,000-ton ground battleship?

If you don’t avoid it, it's natural death. So, you push ahead.

With such crudeness, 4,439 people became warmth.

Nantes, a port city, is a decayed little village. However, because everyone who was blocked from entering Vern City came here, more people died than the city’s population.

Though Victoria probably didn’t cruelly consider this, for most people, that’s how it turned out.

To put it simply, a missile that you can fire with the press of a button is something a normal person could do without feeling guilty.

Of course, if others saw, they might pretend to be sad, but in reality, very few people actually feel pain from it.