Chapter 12

Because it can be resurrected, it cannot simply end with "death".

The so-called "true death" refers to the double destruction of body and consciousness.

Miel died, killed by his father Bross's "Ice Sigh", but both his body and consciousness welcomed a new sunrise.

Miel sat next to the black hole leading to the abyss, with Cthulhu with black hair and red eyes sitting next to him.

The morning sun shone on the two of them, bright and warm.

The breeze blew their hair, and there was nothing else in their ears except the chirping of insects and birds, and the sounds of flowers, plants and trees swaying in the wind.

A peaceful and tranquil scene.

Miel lowered her head, letting the soft hair caressed by the wind kiss her beautiful cheeks.

It was difficult for him to accept the fact that he could not only be resurrected, but had been resurrected more than once.

It is also difficult to comprehend the reality that only one tentacle of Cthulhu has awakened now.

But when I think about the contract I signed with the great Cthulhu and the right to use his entire pool of magic power... in fact, my resurrection is not that outrageous, right?

"Do you want to continue investigating your father's affairs?" Cthulhu asked.

A familiar, memorable voice—Cthulhu used his previous incarnation, and both his appearance, figure, and voice gave Miel a reassuring sense of familiarity.

Hearing his question, Miel answered almost without hesitation: "Of course."

I thought I would just die, but no one can guarantee that they can die without regrets.

But since he is still alive, of course we have to continue the investigation.

But this time, it was not to prove his father's innocence, but to let himself die with understanding, and to - take revenge better.

"I want to go to the basement again," Miel said, "but I don't want to alarm my father. Can Mr. Tentacle teach me some magic that will allow me to sneak in quietly?"

“Mr. Tentacle…” For the first time, Cthulhu expressed his dissatisfaction with the term Miel used to address him. “Although I have only awakened one tentacle, I am still Cthulhu. If you don’t want to call me Cthulhu, you can call me Lola.”

"Okay, Mr. Lola." Miel really couldn't regard a tentacle as the will of the great Cthulhu.

Especially since this tentacle was too gentle to him, he was worried that he would become too proud of himself and then, in a future that might never come, anger the real, fully awakened Cthulhu.

So, from now on, this beautiful elf with black hair and red eyes is named Cthulora.

He is full of curiosity about humans and elves, and about the Liye continent, worthy of being a consciousness coming from tentacles that are good at exploring the environment.

"There are so many magic spells suitable for infiltration. If you want me to recommend, they would be Invisibility, Phantom Step, and Anywhere Door." Cthulola raised one hand as he spoke, placed his fingertips on Miel's forehead, and transmitted the spells of these magic spells directly into his mind.

"I suggest you use Transfiguration to transform into liquid form, then use Invisibility to hide your form and slip through the crack in the door. If you're discovered, use Phantom Step to distance yourself, then open the Anywhere Door to escape beyond your target's sight. With my magical reserves, you can even escape from one planet to another, as long as you can adapt to the environment there."

Miel: "...Sounds perfect."

Cthulora: "Or you can choose to kill your father directly. Again, use the Phantom Step to create distance, buy yourself time to chant the spell, and then summon the Touch of the Abyss. I will do the rest."

Miel: "Ah, is the Touch of the Abyss directly controlled by you?"

Cthulora: "After all, they were created with my magic. They are controlled by both you and me. Only this one is enough for attack magic. Others are too powerful for you and difficult to control."

"Okay." Miel agreed obediently.

After all, it is the attack magic of the sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu. If it is not handled properly, it may destroy the entire Snow City.

"Wait a minute, let me try before we act." Miel had never used transfiguration to drastically change his form. It seemed that Cthulhu wanted him to turn into something like a slime. Was this really possible?

"No rush. It's been three days since you died in the Ice Sigh. That poor woman's fate was already determined. No matter when you go, you can't change anything."

"Sad news."

Miel said as his stomach growled.

"No wonder I'm hungry again..."

It seems that we need to eat before taking any action.

Miel used the Touch of the Abyss to catch a wild boar, made a fire and roasted the meat, and had a delicious meal with wild vegetables.

Of course, he couldn't eat the whole wild boar, so he used a knife to clean up its body, cut it into pieces and stored them in the family ring, which was the sapphire ring he wore on his left thumb. It was a symbol of Akunila's noble status and could also be used to store items with a total volume not exceeding a suitcase.

It was already afternoon when Miel finished his work, and he successfully mastered the technique of moving as a slime before dark.

Czulola sat in the shade of a tree, watching Miel, who had turned into a transparent gel, crawling around on the grass.

Finally, in the evening, two groups of sticky liquid that concealed their bodies crawled in through the gap under the main door of the Akunila mansion, leaving two invisible traces.

They crawled all the way into the basement of Akunela's mansion and then revealed themselves one after another.

Csulolo was the first to transform back into human form, and then used the "light magic" to make countless light balls light up in this dark and narrow space.

Miel appeared shortly after.

"I'm surprised you didn't choke this time," Cthulora said.

"I was surprised too," Miel responded. "After the field of view became shorter, the whole space felt bigger. Although it's still a little uncomfortable, it's within a tolerable range."

He said as he checked the ground.

The basement had obviously been cleaned by someone. Not only was there no trace of a woman, there wasn't even any trace of blood left.

There was nothing worth noting except for junk around.

But among the eight candlesticks on the wall, one looked particularly clean, as if someone had touched it frequently. Could it be some kind of switch?

Miel raised his hands and tried to turn it, but it didn't move.

Tried to pull it, but still nothing happened.

Finally, Czulola seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and walked silently behind Miel, gently grabbed his wrist and took his hand off, then grabbed the candlestick and pulled it away seemingly easily.

There was a sound of metal rubbing, and the candlestick was pulled off the wall, revealing a taut iron chain.

The entire wall opposite the door tilted to one side with a heavy muffled sound, revealing a room hidden behind the wall.

Miel's heart was beating a little faster, not sure if it was because of the sudden movement or because of Cthulola's actions.

He raised the corners of his lips and praised half seriously and half jokingly: "You are worthy of being Mr. Lola. Without you, I can't move an inch."

Upon hearing this, Cthulola responded rudely: "Without me, you can't even breathe."

"truth."

Although Miel remembered the spell of Light, he couldn't cast it instantly like Cthulora, so whether he could chant the spell smoothly after changing back to human form was a problem.

"I'll go in first." Czulola said, letting go of the candlestick and letting it be dragged back to the wall little by little by the chain, making a "clicking" sound.

He walked behind the wall first, and several balls of light moved with him.

Miel followed in almost closely behind him.

The wall slowly closed behind them, the sound of metal rubbing against each other so harshly that it was unsettling.

I hope this noise won't attract his father - Miel prayed in his heart while looking around.

Bright balls of light moved through the deliberately hidden room, illuminated by Cthulora's manipulation, revealing its layout.

This is an operating room.

In the middle was a cold metal bed, and the walls were covered with various surgical instruments.

The smell of blood, medicine, and an indescribable stench mixed together, making people dizzy.

Miel frowned and raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, unable to bear it.

He felt like he was suffocating again...

And Czulola, as if sensing his suffocation, quickly looked around the room, turned around, picked him up horizontally, and flashed away.

Before Miel could react, the surrounding environment changed completely.

He looked up and saw the dark evening sky and the bright stars in the sky.

He breathed in fresh air.

He turned his gaze blankly to Czulola's face and looked into his beautiful and mysterious ruby-like eyes.

"I was afraid you'd died again," Czulola explained calmly. "There wasn't much in that room. I just knew your father was secretly very knowledgeable about the human body."

Miel blinked.

"Or is there something you'd rather suffocate to examine carefully?" asked Csulola.

"No, there is no such thing."

Miel responded, relaxed his body, and leaned comfortably on Czulola's strong chest: "I am very grateful to you for saving me from that terrible place before I suffocated, but..."

He paused, then tilted his head to one side innocently. "I thought the connection between us was severed after I died. Turns out it wasn't?"

How else would Cthulola know he was about to suffocate?

"No, it's disconnected. I just reconnected it after it was disconnected." Cthulola responded, "I connected it very carefully this time. Each one avoided your perception, so you won't feel anything."

"I see."

Miel nodded to show that he understood, then raised the corner of his lip and said nonchalantly: "Thank you again for your lightning-fast rescue. I really feel your protection for me. You kept your oath."

"I'm glad to hear you say that." Czulola's brows softened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if she was relieved.

"But how did you manage to teleport here with me in your arms?" Miel was curious.

"It's simple. Before I entered the mansion, I placed an eye here and made a mark. Then, no matter where we are, as long as we open the other side of the arbitrary door here, I can lead you through the door and come here."

"Well, it's something I can't replicate."

Miel raised his hands to block his sight, making sure his eyes were still in their sockets.

He chuckled softly, mocking his own ridiculous behavior, then relaxed completely in Czulola's arms and said, "That woman isn't in the basement. There's no need to explore the basement anymore. If there's some magic that can help me find her directly, even if it's her corpse—I don't want to face my father before I have a general understanding of what happened. He won't say anything and will only want to turn me into an ice sculpture again."

"You want to find that woman? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Czulola turned around with Miel in her arms and walked resolutely in one direction. "I remember her scent. I'll take you there right away."

Miel: “…”

The smell...is it?

There was a silence.

Then Cthulola spoke in confusion: "Did you just think of something rude?"

"……Feel sorry."

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Disrespectful things↓

Miel: Mr. Lola looks like a big wolfhound...

Cthulhu's name will later change back.

In fact, Cthulhu and Cthulola are just one person (crossed out) and one god, but Miel cannot understand it for the time being, after all, he doesn’t know about the Split-Brain Man.