Chapter 51

The early morning sunlight shines through the window, some of it falling on the bed and some on Miel's beautiful face.

The ice high elf's silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes a crack, dazedly adjusting to the overly bright light in the room.

After a while, he turned his gaze to the window, and the memory of last night gradually came back to him.

Last night, after he finished reading all of Rocas's memories, he suddenly felt so sleepy that he almost lost consciousness as soon as he lay down, so much so that he forgot to draw the curtains.

At this moment, Czulola's voice came from the other side: "Good morning, dear."

Hearing the word "dear," Miel couldn't help but curl his lips. He turned to meet Czulola's gaze and smiled, "Good morning, dear."

By the way, I also said good morning to the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning, Leon."

Leon snorted softly and said without turning his head: "I won't say the same thing twice."

Meaning, he had already said good morning.

To Leon, he and Lola are the same person.

Although it is.

Miel didn't care. He got out of bed, took out a comb from his ring, and slowly and methodically combed his long silver hair.

Halfway through combing my hair, I suddenly had an idea: "Cthulhu, what do you think of me tying my hair up with a blue ribbon?"

Lola and Leon spoke at the same time, but gave different responses.

Lola: "Just do it the way you like."

Leon: "Do you want to sacrifice yourself too?"

Miel automatically filtered out Leon's answer and explained, "Glorious City is in the Isyana Hope Plain. It's much warmer there than Snow City. It should be cooler if you tie it up."

"Well, tie it up then." Lola responded.

This time Leon didn't say anything.

"That's happily decided then." Miel said with a smile, put away the comb, tidied his clothes, and walked out.

He wanted to meet up with Rocas and Inai first.

Although Rocas is an adult and Inai's identity is mysterious, judging by age alone, both of them are younger than Miel.

Miel felt that as an older brother, he had an obligation to take care of them.

However, as soon as he left the house, a letter was delivered to his hands.

My dear brother, Miel Akunila, I'm taking Rocas somewhere far away! I'll try to show up before dinner. If you want to do anything in the meantime, please do it as soon as possible. —From your sister, Ina, who has been watching you all the time.

Miel: “…”

This "do something" doesn't imply anything, does it?

I always feel that Ina knows a lot of things, whether it is what she should know or what she shouldn't know, she seems to have a global perspective and knows everything clearly.

For some reason, Miel's mind suddenly emerged with the dark-skinned man he saw in Rocas's memory, especially the two times they had eye contact.

【Always watching you.】

Miel shuddered.

Why did I suddenly think of him? He and Ina couldn't be the same person.

The timelines are different, and the races and genders are different.

Although both have the power to relieve pain through touch...

Both he and the Is people have the power to travel through time and space - maybe the black-skinned man and Ina's soul are of the same race?

In short, Inai could not have been the one who gave the Book of Sacrifice to Rocas, causing him to lose an arm.

Miel forced himself not to think about such a troublesome problem, put the letter away, and said to Lola beside him: "Lola, let's go for a walk in town, and then, before dinner..."

He paused before continuing, "I want to fulfill my promise to you as soon as possible."

Lola said "OK" and gently raised her hand to support his lower back: "Again, the time and place are all decided by you."

"Um."

…

Miel walked around the town of Hope and bought some beautiful ribbons to tie her hair.

The color of one of them was exactly the same as the one that Rocas remembered he usually used.

It was the same color as his eyes, a calm blue.

Back at the hotel, before Miel could say anything, he turned around and saw Lola locked Leon out.

Miel wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to hold it back. "Although I really don't want your wings to be there, I'm a little curious... What does it feel like to lock yourself out?"

"It's nothing special, actually." Lola turned to face him and responded calmly, "Just like humans and elves, there are times when they are emotional and times when they are rational. If we feel that something can be handled more rationally, we will temporarily silence the emotional part."

Perhaps because he had been exposed to so many anomalies, Miel understood after a moment's thought: "So, this is Cthulhu's decision. You and your wings accept it?"

"Yes," Lola responded, "Even with my useless wings, no one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do, not even me."

Miel was lost in thought for a moment.

Because he thought of the last time... So last time, it wasn't Lola who threw Leon out of the window, but Cthulhu decided not to let his wings and brain continue to participate in the exploration of his body?

It's Cthulhu from beginning to end.

It was Cthulhu who made him kneel, it was Cthulhu who regretted his reaction, it was Cthulhu who was unable to hurt him and could only remove his wings and throw them out of the window, and afterward, it was Cthulhu who carefully and gently comforted him under his guidance.

"Cthulhu." Miel called softly, "You can make the wings wait obediently outside the door, can you also make them stay quietly on your body?"

Cthulhu: "Would you like me to wear wings and fulfill the promise together?"

"No, forget it... At least this time, I'm not ready for that." Miel said, and took the initiative to approach Cthulhu at the door and put his arm around his waist, "Cthulhu, carry me to the bed."

"good."

Cthulhu gently picked up the silver-haired elf and carried him to the bed, while the whole room was covered with darkness.

"To prevent some curious guys from peeping," he explained.

Miel: "Like that dark-skinned human?"

"Um."

Cthulhu responded by laying Miel down on the soft bed. He bent down and stroked his beautiful face with his palm, then stepped onto the bed, trapped him under him, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

Feeling the soft touch on his lips, Miel was briefly surprised, then reached out and hooked his hand around Cthulhu's neck and responded to him.

But Cthulhu kissed very actively and said he would respond, so he was almost just passively enduring it.

The clothes were lifted up, and the palm was covered with cold white skin, with eye-catching red characters under the palm.

After the kiss, Miel panted and raised his head, letting Cthulhu pull down his pants.

"Two hands don't seem enough. Would you mind using a few more?" Cthulhu suddenly asked.

Miel:?

Miel: "It seems... it's not impossible?"

"Then, take it as your permission." Cthulhu said, extending several black tentacles from the waist and wrapping around Miel's body.

Miel then realized that the "hand" he was talking about was not the elf's hand, but a tentacle.

The tentacles gently wrapped around Miel's arms and legs, restricting all his movements.

Although he hated being tied up, because the person doing it was gentle enough, Miel not only did not resist, but he relaxed his whole body and closed his eyes.

Cthulhu's clothes disappeared at some point, and his naked body pressed against hers, feeling, testing, and observing, step by step.

Miel didn't know why he still had the time to think about it - a few days ago, he would not have believed that his first time in the true sense was given to the impure Lola.

Although the male elf in front of him had Lola's face, Lola's figure, Lola's voice, and Lola's touch.

However, Miel was well aware that Anna existed within him.

Besides Lola, Anna was also enjoying him. In fact, it was very likely that Anna was the one taking the lead now.

How should I call him?

It's very simple.

"Cthulhu..." Miel whispered in the black-haired elf's ear, "I am yours, only yours... and you can only be mine, and can only touch me."

Even Miel himself thought the idea of ​​wanting to monopolize an Old One was crazy.

However, Cthulhu responded gently: "Okay."

…

The sun was setting, and the sunset dyed the sky a warm orange-red.

Miel walked out of the hotel and changed into lighter clothes. The snow-white fabric outlined his slender figure.

Her long, flawless silver hair was gently tied behind her head with a blue ribbon.

After he walked out of the hotel, he turned around and looked up, and sure enough, he found Cthulhu's wings on the roof of the hotel.

Lyon sat on the roof, looking down at him condescendingly, his bright red, slightly curly hair blending into the sunset, forming a harmonious and stunning picture.

Miel raised the corners of his lips and smiled at him: "You're not going to treat me to dinner this time?"

Leon narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and both his expression and tone did not hide his displeasure: “I don’t remember doing anything that required me to treat you to a meal.”

Subtext: I haven't synchronized my memories, and as long as they aren't synchronized, I don't need to be responsible for you.

Miel understood but didn't care.

Because synchronizing memories is a matter of time, unless Cthulhu really doesn't want these wings anymore.

and……

"What if I want to ask you for a favor?" Miel asked tentatively.

As he said this, Lola came up behind him.

Lola, who was a full head taller than Miel, stood behind him with her upper body naked, giving people the impression that she was either his bodyguard or his slave.

The expression on Leon’s face became more unhappy: “Okay, but the same thing - kneel down.”

Miel bowed gracefully in Leon's direction and said, "Excuse me, great Cthulhu. As your agent, kneeling in public would be beneath your dignity."

Leon: “…”

Miel raised his head and looked at Leon again. His tone was gentle, but there was no fear in his eyes. "I want you to merge all of yourselves. I want to feel who you are now. I want to know what your personality is like when these parts of you that have awakened so far are considered as a whole. Is that okay?"

Leon didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes and stopped putting pressure on Miel with his eyes.

Lola, who was behind Miel, spoke for him: “Okay.”

Almost as soon as he finished saying this word, Leon stood up from the roof and jumped down.

The two completed the fusion in public, but no one knew what Cthulhu did. People coming and going seemed to be unable to see this scene and did not cast any glances at them.

After the fusion, Cthulhu stood behind Miel in the form of Lola, folding his arms: "We're fused, and now what? How do you want to feel my personality?"

Miel turned to face him, wanting to say, "Yes, yes, that's how I feel," but ultimately responded in a more elegant way: "Just go shopping with me, chat with me, or even do nothing, just be by my side."

Cthulhu responded with a "hmm," meaning "okay."

Miel: "But the most important thing in a relationship is to make both of you feel comfortable. So, if you don't like the look after merging, you can change it. There are no requirements this time. You can change into anything you want... as long as it's still an elf?"

Cthulhu: "In that case——"

Cthulhu modified his image without much thought.

His face and figure were only slightly adjusted, but his skin color became noticeably whiter, and his hair color also became brighter, eventually becoming a silver-white color close to Miel's.

When I opened my eyes, they were still those red eyes, but they hid the gentleness and had a little more oppression.

"Silver hair?" Miel was a little surprised. He thought it would be a brown-red color between black and red... It turns out that Cthulhu's incarnation does not have to be based on the characteristics of the body parts?

"Why do you suddenly like silver-haired people?" The tall silver-haired elf continued to fold his arms and looked down at Miel.

Miel smiled and said, "I understand. After all, I am very charming with my silver hair."

Cthulhu: “…”

"Cthulhu, can you touch my head?" Miel blinked innocently.

The silver-haired Cthulhu remained silent, but just when Miel thought he would refuse or say "beg me", he raised his hand.

He placed his palm on Miel's head and slid down his hair, touching it very carefully, afraid that if he used too much force, he would mess something up.

After all, Miel's hair is tied up now.

At this moment, Miel saw two people from afar and quickly grabbed Cthulhu's hand.

——They must not be allowed to see this scene.

"You actually came here on your own..." Miel sighed after a brief moment of surprise, "Looks like we can set off for Guangyao City tomorrow."