The Outer God Needs Warmth

King Hipion gathered everyone in the room.

Listening carefully to his speech, it seems that those present are people of a similar rank to him.

So, I searched through the memories of Polaris and Kanna. There are people from other nations here. Among them are diplomats, royalty, and even kings.

In other words, this is a gathering of the leadership from various countries.

An international conference?

Is he trying to introduce me?

While I was thinking this, King Hipion called over a soldier, saying he had someone ready for me.

A middle-aged man with numerous medals on his uniform walked in. There are two noteworthy things about him.

First, his right sleeve was fluttering, meaning his arm wasn’t there. And second, his face had a long, jagged scar, and one of his eyes was permanently closed due to an old injury.

When he stood in front of the king to salute, King Hipion left him standing and approached me.

"Bell. Treat him."

"Yes, understood."

So, I approached the man. He looked at me with a face full of suspicion. Judging by his expression, he doesn’t seem to know me well.

Didn’t King Hipion explain about me? Don’t they watch TV?

I must have appeared on it several times, but it seems like he doesn’t recognize me.

There are always people like that. It’s fine as the harvest season continues, so I recite the contract.

"I’ll give myself to you. In exchange, once you’ve finished everything later, I’ll take whatever you have. How does that sound?"

The man looked at King Hipion as if asking whether this was correct, and King Hipion nodded seriously.

But the seriousness in his gaze wasn’t because he trusted me. Instead, it seemed like he was coldly assessing how useful I am.

Mm. Very good.

When buying something, it’s important to examine its performance carefully.

"Alright, understood. Is this how we agree?"