Chapter 63

After dinner, Miel lay on the bed in the bedroom in a daze.

"Can't sleep?" C'thulhun asked him.

Miel said "hmm".

C'thulhun: "Why?"

Miel: "Because of you. I want you."

C'thulhan:?

C'thulhane spent three seconds guessing whether Miel was serious or just saying it casually. In the fourth second, he chose to ask directly: "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Miel replied calmly, his eyes not at C'thulhane but at the ceiling. "That's what happens when I can't sleep in bed. I always want to do something... Or maybe I'm just under too much pressure."

"Your current mental state is certainly not good." C'thulhan, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, said this before moving to sit beside Miel, looking down at him. "Once your mental state deteriorates, your self-destructive tendencies will be engulfed in your desires, inviting me in."

"That's a good analysis, but I don't want to hear that from you at this moment." Miel closed his eyes. "Perhaps I'm being a little willful. As a warlock who signed a contract with you, I should be more respectful of you, but I can't think too much right now... If you don't want me to, just let me lie down quietly for a while."

"The word 'unwilling' doesn't exist in my vocabulary," C'thulhan responded. "But you, do you remember that Leon exists within me?"

"I remember." Miel's answer was without a trace of hesitation. He truly remembered. He had invited C'thulhane based on this memory. "It wasn't Leon I hated, but your arrogance. Putting aside that arrogance that forced me to obey like a slave, Leon has helped me a lot."

"He took me to seek revenge, he treated me to a meal, he used his bright red, beautiful wings to shield me from the rain and carried me flying."

"No, it's you. You did all this for me."

"So, as long as you don't let your arrogance get the better of you and make me kneel down and humiliate you, then I will accept everything about you except Hyrum."

"I remembered to draw wings last time." Miel said as he drew a small octopus on his chest, and then drew a small triangle on each side of the octopus to represent its wings. "Praise the great Cthulhu."

"...Okay." C'thulhan no longer criticized him for drawing an octopus - at least he drew wings... Even if he only drew two small triangles, it was still a drawing!

C'thulhan reached out and touched Miel's body, his fingers outlining his outline through his clothes.

Miel took the initiative to lift up his clothes, revealing a large area of ​​cold white skin and red characters covering it.

C'thulhan unceremoniously placed his fingertips against his skin, touching the sensitive parts of his body.

But before the battle officially began, he defended himself: "I have never thought of enslaving you. All I want is your absolute loyalty to me. I want your eyes to look only at me, your voice to sing only of me, I want to monopolize your faith, your body, your soul, everything about you. I want you to submit willingly, like a knight submitting to his king."

"Really?" Miel gently grasped C'thulhan's wrist, but did not stop him.

Now doesn't seem like the right time to discuss this, or maybe it is.

Miel stretched his body, resting his shoulder on Lorne's leg, and replied softly, "But, my great lord, you must know that I cannot protect you like a knight. A powerful knight can bow to the king to prove that he is not a threat to the king, but if I bow my head, I am simply declaring to the king that I am his property and he can enjoy it at will, nothing more."

C'thulhan paused, his eyes falling on Miel's uncovered abdomen, as if he was thinking about something.

Miel applied a little force to the hand that was holding his wrist, signaling him to continue.

C'thulhan came back to his senses and looked up at him. The next second, four black tentacles stretched out from behind his waist, wrapped around Miel's limbs, rolled him up from the bed, and made him kneel on the bed in front of him.

Miel looked at him quietly, his body relaxed but his eyes struggling.

C'thulhan sat on the bed, propped up one leg, his arm resting loosely on his knee. He looked at Miel and imitated his tone, saying, "But, my beautiful agent, you must also know that what you just said is the truth. You are my property, and I can enjoy you as I please. This is a fact."

Miel pursed his lips and said nothing.

C'thulhane ignored him and continued, "My first incarnation was too gentle with you, leaving me unsure how to correct your attitude towards me. But later, through the comparison between Anna and Leon, I figured it out. If the price of making you bow down is not being able to enjoy your intimacy with me, then I'd rather you be more willful like you are now."

Hearing this, Miel's silver eyelashes trembled and he looked up in surprise.

C'thulhan reached out and gently touched his cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across his eyes. "Sorry, did I scare you? Don't worry, I won't force you to bow down to me again. That might earn me an agent who obeys my orders, but it won't earn me a living lover."

"It's just..." C'thulhan turned and pinched Miel's chin, putting his lips close to his ear, "You don't actually hate this on the basis of being respected, right?"

Miel lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.

This is a kind of acquiescence and also a kind of tacit consent.

More tentacles wrapped around his body and dug into his clothes.

He closed his eyes completely, allowing them to tear apart his dignity along with the haze that enveloped him.

C'thulhan's body came forward without any cover.

Miel raised his head and gasped.

However, at this moment——

Accompanied by a sound like shattering glass, the door was kicked open from the outside!

Miel: “…”

Before Miel turned around, he guessed who the intruder was - there was only one person who would use the "knocking spell" on his door and leave C'thulhun defenseless.

Although he was also Cthulhu, he was not the Cthulhu that Miyer was familiar with, so Miyer still felt very ashamed.

Miel turned his head and looked towards the door depressedly - it was you, Ksu Hylen.

Helen closed the door and walked straight to the bedside of Lorne and Miel, who were working. She looked down at them and said, "No need to get up. Just lie down and listen to me."

Miel: “…”

"I understand that you can't steal books, so I flipped through it and put it back," Hyrum said confidently. "The title of the book is 'The Book of Prayers,' just like the two books in your ring. It has silver writing on a black background, and it's filled with the stench of Naia."

He just said the name "Nia" as if to say, "You already know it, so I'll just say it straight away."

"The Book of Prayers contains a large number of prayers, most of which correspond to Shub-Niggurath. It's like his holy book."

"If the 'Book of Taboos' involves consuming one's own magic power to perform forbidden magic, and the 'Book of Sacrifice' involves sacrificing a part of one's body to gain the power of God, then the 'Book of Prayers' involves praying and allowing God to completely fulfill one's wishes, without having to pay any price other than faith."

"Interesting! If Shabu's followers could really fulfill any wish through prayer, I'd like to give it a try."

Miel found it a little difficult to listen at first, after all, he was... But he was soon attracted by the information given by Helen one after another, and his brain started working at high speed.

"It sounds a bit like a contract..." He began, the sound vibrating his body, feeling a bit...

He was still in a dilemma when Luo En suddenly said, "Are you done?"

He said this to Hyrum.

Then, without giving Hyrum a chance to respond, he spoke again: "Get lost."

Following this word, which was obviously filled with anger, the black tentacles suddenly extended several times in length and swung towards Hyrum like a whip, wrapping around his waist, rolling him up and throwing him out of the window!

After a loud "bang", Hailun disappeared from the room.

Miel: “…”

This scene looks a little familiar.

Loen's tentacles filled the hole created by Hyrum.

Luo En picked up Miel and held him in his arms to comfort him: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice his approach in time and prevent him from entering."

"It's okay." Miel hooked his arm around his neck.

Although he was indeed frightened to the point of nearly fainting the moment Helen came in, Helen's emotionless voice made him mistakenly believe that the person who came in was not a person, but a puppet, or some other inanimate object.

So, when Hyrum began to share his message, he was more concerned than ashamed that he was not in a good condition to discuss business with him...

Forget it, let’s talk about these things tomorrow.

Now, Miel just wanted to vent once and then sleep peacefully.

So, he whispered in C'thulhun's ear: "Cthulhu, continue, okay?"

"Of course, dear."

…

Ksu Hyrum lay on the floor of the mansion's corridor and blinked.

Um?

Was he thrown out?

Why?

Was he thrown out in the process of transferring memories to another incarnation?

This shouldn't happen.

As the wisdom and rationality of Cthulhu, he shoulders a series of important responsibilities such as analyzing information, setting goals, and taking action, and should have suppressed other incarnations.

As long as he decides to do something, the other incarnations will cooperate consciously.

For example, he thought, "Since you don't let me steal the book, I will read it myself and share it with you when I come back" - Loen knew about it, and Loen cooperated with him to hide it from Miel.

But just now, when he was passing on his memories to Loen, he was suddenly attacked by Loen.

Moreover, the moment he was attacked, his body seemed to be controlled and he couldn't move.

It seemed as if there was a voice in his heart telling him - you shouldn't be here, don't move, just get out.

Cthulhu knew that this "voice" was neither himself nor Ron, but the judgment made by him and Ron as a whole, that is, Cthulhu's judgment.

At that moment, Cthulhu judged that his wisdom and rationality should not appear in such an occasion.

But why?

I just walked to the bed and shared the information that I thought I had to share immediately. I didn't touch Miel, nor did I interfere with what my other self was doing. Why did I have to be thrown out?

Kesu Hyrum couldn't figure it out.

He stood up in the corridor and thought.

But he didn't think about it for too long, because he knew clearly what he was missing compared to Loen.

He lacks emotion.

He has nothing, including love, friendship, and shame.

Because he felt that these things would only make him hesitate and restrict his actions, he resisted merging with Loen who possessed these things.

But now, he suddenly realized one thing - if he continued to insist on not merging with Loen, then he would never know the reason why he was thrown out.

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