Chapter 6

The smile on Miel's face was very innocent, like a child who was curious about everything.

Elves become adults at the age of 100, and he is not even 50 years old yet, so he is indeed still just a child.

However, it was not known whether the three tree elves sensed something from his smile or simply did not want to expose their crimes, but not only did they refuse to answer his questions, they also became emotionally agitated.

The one who reacted the most was Shaman: "You ask too many questions! Can't you just check things yourself?"

Adila seemed to have something to say, but after Shaman's roar, she shut her mouth tightly.

Moda tried to take control of the conversation: "Our relationship isn't close enough for us to talk about anything, is it? We haven't even asked you what you're doing in Snow City."

Miel continued to smile.

At the same time, I complained in my heart - after so many years, the personalities of these three people really haven't changed at all.

Shaman has always been the most opinionated one. He comes up with all the ideas and is very domineering. Anyone who doesn't listen to him will be beaten by him.

Whether it was exploring the Akunela mansion or kicking himself into the abyss, it was mostly his idea.

No one knows what Adila's true nature is, but he is obviously afraid of Shaman. Because he doesn't want to be beaten by Shaman, he listens to Shaman and does whatever Shaman asks him to do.

Moda is very loyal to Shaman. He will do whatever Shaman asks him to do. Even if Shaman doesn't say anything, he will still act according to Shaman's will. It is obvious that he is much stronger than Shaman in both knowledge and magic.

Sharman must have saved his life.

In addition, there is another fact that Miel finds very interesting: "Mr. Lola, it seems that your beauty is not omnipotent."

I thought these three tree elves were really immersed in the crazy beauty of the great Cthulhu and did not answer anything.

To this, Cthulhu responded: "I already knew this kind of thing, otherwise how did I get those two overlapping slap marks on my face?"

The smile on Miel's face froze.

Ah...that is...that is really a conditioned reflex.

However, even this Cthulhu, who has completely grown up with the elves' aesthetics, cannot be forced upon him.

Miel reorganized his thoughts and then spoke to the three tree elves in front of him, each with their own thoughts: "If you don't want to talk, then I'll tell you - first of all, Shaman, you like to run around, and suddenly you found an abyss appeared out of thin air nearby. You were curious about what was under the abyss, but you didn't dare to go down to see it yourself, so you suggested finding someone to go down for you, and then you found Miel. The child's full name is Miel Akunila. He is the son of Bros Akunila, the owner of this mansion. Yes, the lord's son."

Shaman showed a look of horror, Adila retreated helplessly, and Moda spread his legs and raised his hands, ready to fight.

In contrast, Miel's posture was relaxed from beginning to end, giving people a sense of ease.

He continued, "Adira, you nod in agreement to whatever Shaman says. You sacrifice the safety of others for your own safety. How cowardly and selfish of you."

Adila shook his head desperately, looking like he was about to cry. He seemed to have foreseen what was going to happen next.

Miel ignored him and turned his gaze to Moda. "Finally, Moda, you suggested using the 'Tree Entanglement' to tie up Miel, kick him into the abyss, and then pull him out after he saw what was beneath it. But you hated him and wanted to kill him, so you broke the vines and turned this individual murder into an accident caused by a three-person conspiracy."

"No! That's not the case!" Moda retorted instinctively, "I didn't break the vine! It wasn't me who broke it!"

He was telling the truth, Miel knew - the vines were broken by Cthulhu in order to drag him into the abyss for research.

However, bullies should also experience this feeling of powerlessness, of being unable to defend themselves, of not being heard no matter what they say, because they are in a weak position.

"You broke it. But maybe it was Shaman's idea, because it was you, Shaman, who really disliked Miel and wanted to kill him." Miel looked at Shaman, "Moda and Adila are just two obedient dogs. How dare the dogs act on their own without the master's order?"

"Enough!" How could Shaman, who has always been domineering, tolerate such slander?

But he didn't defend himself. He preferred offense to defense. "I didn't know Miel had a friend like you? He's a tree elf, yet he betrayed us and threw himself into the arms of the ice elves? I don't know how you learned all this, and I don't know what you plan to do to us, but Miel is dead! Died in the abyss! No matter what you do, you can't change this outcome! Killing us will only make you miss out on a lot of intelligence, and it won't do you any good!"

"Oh, really? But I think killing you is the best thing for me."

Miel said, undoing the Transfiguration.

The illusion effect faded away, revealing a gorgeous aristocratic attire, long snow-white hair, and snow-white eyelashes, which shone with a sacred luster in the afternoon sun.

He smiled gently, his beautiful face was as stunning as an angel, but there was no luster in his eyes that were as bright as sapphires.

There was no smile, no tenderness, only compassion for the dead.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Adila screamed, probably thinking she saw a ghost.

Shaman's face turned pale and he instinctively stepped back, almost tripping over the grass.

Moda stood in front of Shaman, with his hands towards Miel.

"Tree Entanglement!"

"Touch of the Abyss!"

The two people facing each other chanted spells almost at the same time and announced the magic they wanted to use.

It's not because it looks cooler when you shout it out, but because it helps you concentrate and release magic at a faster speed.

Five dark green vines emerged from Moda's palm and swam towards Miel like snakes, but just before they were about to touch him, they were cut in half by a black tentacle that rose from the ground!

The black tentacles that could not reflect any light seemed to come from a lightless abyss, emitting an indescribable aura of horror.

Unlike the vines that were completely controlled by Moda, it seemed to have its own consciousness. After cutting all the vines, it bent its soft body and pointed the tip towards the three people, as if it was observing or locking onto its prey.

Its surface was not smooth, but rather undulated in a disordered manner, as if it were some kind of liquid that could change shape into any container, and for some reason, was forcibly molded into the shape of a tentacle.

It was not the tentacle that Miel remembered Cthulhu possessing.

Cthulhu's tentacles are harder to see and understand.

This tentacle, at least, Miel could tell with certainty that it was black.

"Magic? You can use magic again!" The expression on Moda's face changed from shock, to uneasiness, and then to fear.

Obviously, he originally wanted to rely on his magical power to be a bully again, but the appearance of the tentacles tore his delusion to pieces!

"What, what is this?" Adila was so frightened by the indescribable tentacle that she sat down on the ground.

"It's that abyss!" Shaman thought of the possible reason.

"Yes, I once fell into the abyss and spent a week climbing back, just to take revenge on you." Miel said this with a smile, not giving the three a chance to struggle. He raised his hand and pointed at them, "Touch of the Abyss!"

The black tentacles suddenly stretched several times longer and lashed out at the three people like a whip, knocking them into the air in one breath and making them all faint.

Miel then searched the three men for ropes, tied them up tightly, and hung them upside down on a big tree near Akunela's house.

Cthulhu watched all his actions with great interest, and when he was done, he asked, "I thought you were going to kill them."

Miel woke up the three men one by one and then responded: "I did intend to kill them, but a second ago, I changed my mind because I was afraid I would regret it."

"—I regret not torturing them properly before killing them."

"Only by keeping them alive can I vent my dissatisfaction at any time, right?"

"You must have had this idea in mind, that's why you haven't killed me yet?" Miel stood in front of Shaman and smiled at him.

"I'm not like you..."

Shaman seemed to want to say something, but before he could finish, Miel slapped him and he was shaken in the air.

Miel raised her hand to her eyes, looked at her slightly red palm, and half-lowered her elegant eyelashes: "Ah... I never knew that slapping someone was so satisfying. No wonder you always slap me like this. Um, let me recall how many times you have slapped me in total? Twenty? Thirty? Forty?"

"I didn't..."

“Bang!”

Mier was waiting for Shaman to refute, and every time he refuted, he would slap him.

Shaman keenly discovered the triggering conditions for the slap, pursed his lips and stopped refutation, allowing Miel to slander him.

It is indeed slander.

Miel remembered clearly that Shaman had slapped him twelve times, starting from the day he turned against him, including the two slaps he had slapped before kicking him into the abyss.

Before he could find a chance to slap Shaman for the third time, Adila burst into tears: "Miye, I was wrong! I'm sorry, Miye! I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Wow, selfish little Adila is trying to surrender to the enemy again to protect himself." Miel looked at him with a smile, "It seems that you are ready to fall out with Shaman just to avoid being slapped by me?"

"I...I..." Adila was obviously not prepared for that. She didn't know how to respond to Miel's words and could only burst into tears.

"Don't want to hurt me? You were so aggressive when you kicked me." Miel said, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Adila screamed!

"It's your turn next, Moda." Miel came to Moda.

Moda pursed his lips and said nothing, perfectly adhering to the rule that speaking would result in a slap in the face.

However, Miel had another way to deal with him: "You care about Shaman so much, I can't help but want to play a game with you - next, I will slap Shaman twenty times, but if you can say something that satisfies me, you can offset one slap for him, how about it? It's fun, right? Then let's get started now!"

Miel said as he came in front of Shaman, ready to slap him.

Shaman struggled in fear: "Hey, Moda!"

Miel slapped him: "Oh, I forgot to say, if you say something that makes me hate you, you will get another slap in return. This rule applies to all three of you."

Moda thought for a moment and then spoke eagerly, "Miel, you are the most beautiful elf in the world!"

"Twenty-one." Miel spun Shaman around.

"Do you think I care about my beauty?"

In fact, Miel did care, but how could he admit it.

Moda did not give up: "Miel, you will eventually inherit the throne of Lord Akunila and rule the entire Snow City!"

"Twenty-two." Miel hit Shaman and made him spin in the opposite direction.

"Why still..." Shaman seemed to want to complain about something, but he got slapped again after only uttering a few syllables.

Moda hesitated to speak, a little afraid to speak.

Miel continued to slap Shaman: "Twenty-one."

Moda suddenly thought of something: "Miye, I am a dog!"

Miel said, "Hah!" "Twenty."

This time, there was no slap on Sharman.

Moda gave a look of "as expected" and then continued on his path of self-deprecation: "I'm worse than a dog! My existence is disgusting!"

"nineteen."

"I am your lowly slave, only worthy to kneel at your feet and kiss the tips of your shoes!"

"eighteen."

"I have offended your majesty, and my crime is unforgivable! No matter what you do to me, I will not have any complaints!"

"Just barely, seventeen."

"I'm a pig wallowing in a cesspool! I'm dirtier than a rat in the sewer!"

"Sixteen, not bad, keep going."

"Please, please, don't hurt Shaman! I like him. I'm a dirty, disgusting rat, but I actually like him, who is the same gender as me. But, but... humiliate me, torture me, step on me and crush me with your soles, or whip me, please don't hurt him anymore!"

Miel was silent. The number "fifteen" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

After a while, he turned his back to the three of them and rubbed his slightly numb palms expressionlessly.

"It's boring."

The reason why Moda is loyal to Shaman is not because of saving his life or deep friendship, but because of love. This is really... ridiculous.

Miel stood in the shade of a tree, the afternoon sun shining through the gaps between the leaves onto his beautiful, pure silver hair. Although his face showed no expression, one could sense sadness from his half-closed eyes.

Cthulhu stared at him for a while, with the same expression on his face, as if he could feel his emotions.

However, after a brief silence, the great Him said this: "Even without using magic, we can control people's hearts. Even if we can't create life, we can be attracted to each other. Humans are indeed interesting."

“…It’s an elf.”

"What are you going to do next, elf?"

"I think..." Miel never turned around to face the three people. Instead, he looked in the direction of the Akunela mansion and said after thinking for a while, "I want to investigate the disappearances in recent years and clear my father's name. Or maybe prove he's guilty... Who knows?"