Chapter 17

Discovered!

what to do?

Time is limited and you must make a choice in an instant!

Miel's choice is -

"Touch of the Abyss!"

Miel chanted the spell to summon the Touch of the Abyss in the shortest time possible, allowing the black tentacles to sweep the baby girl away from Bross's arms.

He only had time to do this.

After doing this, he had no time to open the portal and escape before Bross cast the spell.

Bross used "Ice Sigh" on the ceiling. The targets of the attack were not only himself, but also the baby girl who was swept away by his tentacles, and... the unknown existence that was entangled with him.

The cold air that could freeze his breath had already hit his face, and was about to freeze his internal organs and bones together.

At this moment, the vision flashed, the cold air disappeared, and the warm midday sun poured down.

The dim study in his field of vision was replaced by a bright forest, and the transfiguration spell was automatically lifted. Miel knelt forward, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and touched the slightly cool and damp grass. A fresh fishy smell unique to grass and trees invaded his nostrils.

Saved!

Those tentacles wrapped around him were indeed Cthulora's tentacles!

It was indeed the right decision to choose to save the baby girl and leave the rest to Cthulola!

Miel got up from the ground, brushed off the dirt on his hands and legs, walked to the crying baby girl, carefully picked her up, and clumsily patted her fragile shoulders with his fingers to soothe her tears.

Cthulora revealed a human form before him and asked hesitantly, "Did I touch something I shouldn't have touched?"

——The question was obviously about the reason why Miel let out that fatal snort.

Miel said "hmm" and didn't want to talk more.

To be honest, his current physical condition is not good. If we continue to talk about this topic...

"Actually, I've noticed your resistance." Czulola obviously didn't notice Miel's resistance to this topic, and said to herself, "But I can't let go. I'm afraid you'll fall, so I can only try to adjust to make you comfortable..."

"Mr. Lola, let's talk about this later." Miel was forced to interrupt him and then found another topic. "Did you also open the portal this time through the eyeballs placed in advance?"

"Yes."

"Have you been keeping an eye on my father's study?"

Miel suddenly thought that if Csulola could keep an eye on the study, he could return to the study through the door at any time.

Time was running out, and Mier only had time to rescue the baby girl, but did not have time to find and take away the book with black background and silver words.

If you want to know what his father is doing, that book will definitely provide more information than the baby girl.

But Miel really couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Czulola's answer first made his eyes light up -

"I stayed."

Then he showed a disappointed expression——

"But your father killed him."

After disappointment came worry. Miel asked with concern: "Is Mr. Lola hurt?"

"No, ordinary magic can't hurt me. It simply sent that part of my body back to its original location. I can put it back on as soon as I return to R'lyeh," Cthulora replied. "But I must admit that I am now missing an eye."

"Ah, will it affect my eyesight?"

"No, I have more than one eye."

"More than one eye... Please forgive my curiosity, but can I ask how many eyes you have in total?" Miel looked at Cthulola's ruby-like, beautiful and mysterious eyes curiously, but could not find anything unusual in them.

Cthulora's response was: "If you're asking about this tentacle, then there aren't many, only about 3,000."

3……

That is...

not much……

Miel closed his mouth, not wanting to know how many eyes the great Cthulhu had.

Cthulola: "Now I stand before you with only 2999 eyes left."

Miel: “…”

Perhaps finding Miel's reaction amusing, Czulola chuckled. However, when he spoke again, he didn't continue the topic. Instead, he asked something else: "As you wished, you rescued Rolisa's child. Now what? What are you going to do? Use the same trick again to get that book that you care about?"

Miel: "I want to go back to the church first."

Cthulora: "Okay."

The two returned to the church.

Miel gave the baby girl to Father Tyndall.

I originally just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect Father Tyndall to take the child without hesitation.

He did not ask who the child was or where he came from, but only told Miel that the church had special facilities to train children who had lost their parents.

“I also lost family members in the war and grew up in the church,” he said.

This was the first time Miel had heard Dindel talk about himself, and he couldn't help but be curious: "War?"

"Yes, my family was forced to get involved in the war between the Dark Night Goddess and the Nine Hells Devils. All dark elves believe in the Dark Night Goddess, and my parents are no exception."

"Then you..." Before Miel could even ask the question, he had already thought of the answer.

I don't know who Father Tyndall believes in, but it's impossible for this church to believe in the Goddess of Dark Night.

Sure enough, Tyndale’s response was, “Of course I believe only in my Lord.”

"I hate war, and I hate everything that has to do with it. This hatred naturally destroys my faith in the Goddess of Darkness. I won't judge others' beliefs, but in my eyes, on this continent, only my Lord loves the world."

"I see."

In the end, Miel still didn't know who the "master" that Dindel was talking about was.

Why doesn't he preach to himself?

Normally, shouldn’t we speak out the name of the Lord so that the world can know Him and then believe in and praise Him together with us?

Dingdel seemed to be deliberately not saying anything. Miel was not sure whether he should ask, so he had to suppress his curiosity for the time being.

Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with what he is investigating, so there is no point in knowing it.

Moreover, he now also has beliefs that he cannot tell others.

He believed in the sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu.

…

Miel borrowed the church's toilet.

He stayed in the toilet for a long time, and after coming out, he didn't have the courage to look into Czulola's eyes.

Although Cthulola didn't connect to his sensitive parts, she should be able to sense his pleasure and humiliation...

If possible, Miel wanted to suppress the desire aroused by the tentacles, but he had already...

He can't suppress it forever.

"Well... I'd like to sort out the information first. Would Mr. Lola be willing to listen?"

Miel stood in the church's stained-glass corridor, one hand resting lightly on the handrail on one side of the corridor, his slender body slightly bent, his silver eyelashes half drooped, and his gaze guiltily looked towards the smooth ground.

His body had been cleaned with magic, along with his clothes, and his long silver hair was casually draped over his shoulders and back, and one could tell how soft it was by how fluffy it was.

Csulola looked at him with a probing look in her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

But after a moment of silence, he did not say anything that would embarrass Miel, but followed Miel's words and said: "You talk, I listen."

Miel secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still didn't dare to look at the elf in front of him, he concentrated on organizing the information.

"First, no matter how many of the disappearances in Syracuse were linked to Burrows, Rolisa's body proves that he had indeed committed an unforgivable crime."

"According to the information Rolisa revealed after her death, Bross killed her because she knew a secret of his, and this secret was related to Rolisa's child."

"Based on this intelligence, we can infer that Bross wants to do something, and this thing requires Rolysa's child."

"However, even when I was holding the child, he still attacked me without hesitation. This means that either the child can still play a role regardless of life or death, or, in Burrows's plan, she is not indispensable and can be replaced."

"I tend to believe the latter. Rolysa and her child are definitely not the first victims targeted by Bross. The operating room hidden in the back of the basement is most likely prepared for removing children from women's bellies."

“There are two issues that need to be confirmed now.”

"The first question is, does Boras need a newborn child or a child he is related to by blood?"

"But if it's the former, the missing woman case will become a missing pregnant woman case, which is more serious. After so many years, it won't just be a strange story discussed by the residents of Syracuse. So it's most likely the latter."

"The second question is, do Burrows need these children's lives, bodies, or something else?"

"If their lives are no longer necessary, then can we find other survivors besides Rolysa's child?"

"That is to say, I may have brothers and sisters whom I have never met."

"If I can find them and figure out what happened to them, maybe I can figure out what my father needs to do with them."

"So what I want to do next is to use my bloodline as a guide and the Eye of Insight to search for my possible brothers and sisters, find them, and study them."

Miel finished speaking in one breath, not only telling about his analysis and speculation on the intelligence, but also about his next plan.

In response, Czulola had only one question: "Your father... no, that man named Bross, what are you going to do with him? Don't you need to control him?"

"Mr. Lola, you might not know that 'Ice Sigh,' the ice elves' exclusive magic, isn't meant to kill. Normally, it can only alter the environment and create some difficulty for the target," Miel said. "But Bross can use this magic to kill me instantly."

"so?"

"So, in the entire Snow City, you are the only one who can control him without killing him."

"I see."

"Then..." Miel wanted to find a place to set up the Eye of Insight ceremony immediately.

However, as soon as his hand left the railing, he was interrupted by Czulola: "Well, now, answer me a question."

"...Excuse me." Miel had a vague premonition of something and hurriedly pressed his hand back on the railing, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Whether it was the touch that was too intimate for him in the study, or the indulgence in the bathroom where he covered his mouth and nose and tried to suppress it as much as possible, these were secrets that he could not bring up and did not want to be mentioned in any public place.

Even if they were the only two in the corridor.

He felt ashamed of the questions he was about to hear, which was a completely different kind of shame from having his sensitive parts investigated. To make an analogy, it was probably the difference between being forced to steal something and being caught stealing something on your own initiative.

He pursed his lips and tensed all his muscles, as if waiting for a trial that would see him cut into pieces.

However, after staring at him for a while, Cthulola asked this question: "Are you ashamed of being hungry?"

"Huh?" Miel raised his eyes in surprise, his silver eyelashes trembling slightly.

Making sure he had heard the question correctly, he hesitantly replied, "No?"

"Then you shouldn't be ashamed of your desires," Cthulola said calmly, "because in my opinion, it's pretty much the same thing."

Miel was stunned.

"I emptied your stomach and made you hungry. You ate because you were hungry, and then you felt ashamed of eating. I understand that this is your 'dignity' at work, but in my opinion, you are really..."

Miel pursed his lips again.

"...What is this emotion? Anger? Am I angry with you? Your shame is irrational, incomprehensible, and inexplicable. My anger is equally irrational, incomprehensible, and inexplicable. The more I understand humans and elves, the more I feel an indescribable fear. This feeling drives me crazy."

"but……"

Czulola suddenly raised a hand and stretched it out towards Miel.

Miel instinctively stepped back, his lower back hitting the railing hard.

But Czulola did not stop what he was doing because of his escape.

He grabbed Miel's wrist without saying a word and pulled him into his arms.

Miel rested his forehead against Xulola's chest, his body crashing into his arms, his slender waist tightly wrapped in his strong arms.

A very domineering hug.

Miel gave up struggling and let the beautiful male elf in front of him hug him. As his tense body gradually relaxed, his nose felt sore.

Cthulora's voice, suppressed with anger, rang in his ears: "If dignity only hurts you, then abandon it. At least in front of me, you don't need it."

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