The Outer God Needs Warmth

"Bell, is something wrong?"

As the last class of the week came to an end and I was about to head back, Victoria suddenly asked me.

"What do you mean?"

I knew that Victoria had been looking at my face several times, but she hadn’t really focused on any specific part. I thought it was just a whim, but Victoria said something unexpected.

"You look like you’re in a bad mood."

Hmm, do I?

I touched my face. I didn’t think my expression would be so obvious.

"Do I?"

"You do realize you’re basically saying you’re in a bad mood, right?"

I nodded. There’s no need to hide that I’m in a bad mood. I’m surprised she’s so shocked that I acknowledged it.

"I thought it would take some time before you admitted it, but you nodded right away. So, what happened?"

I can’t explain everything, but when asked a question, I always stick to telling the truth.

Without that, I wouldn’t know where to start or what to say. If I lie, there’s no turning back from somewhere.

It’s probably faster for someone else to figure me out than for me to figure myself out.

It’s not that I don’t trust myself. I just don’t forget that there are people smarter than me.

"I’m cold."

"Huh? Is it really that cold today? Or is it that you’re sick? You don’t seem to have a fever..."

Victoria placed her hand on my head to check for a fever. Her hand is warm. I’m surprised by how warm her body temperature is. While I’m still surprised, Victoria continues to ask questions with a serious expression. But since none of them apply to me, I shake my head.

Honestly, I don’t even know if my body is capable of having children.

"It’s fine. It’s just that the time when I could forget the cold is far behind me."

Yeah. All my predictions have been wrong.