Chapter 65

“Different colors are mixed together, but they do not blend. Even if they penetrate each other, they will form new colors while retaining the original colors.”

“Many people are born with a single soul color. As they grow older and gain more experience, the color of their soul changes, becoming deeper and darker, but it remains a single color and never becomes a multicolored one.”

"People with colorful souls are few in number, and you all happen to be one of them. And you all happen to be one of them, and you all let the 'noble guidance' shine."

Father Tyndall fell silent at this point.

Miel was still waiting for him to explain why their souls were colored, but Father Tyndall didn't seem to want to speak again.

Amira, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, but her question was a different one: "Why does your god want people with colored souls to believe in him?"

Tyndall did not respond.

But perhaps Miel can answer this question.

He had a good memory and he clearly remembered that the prayer directed to the statue called "Spider God Atlachnacha" by Hyrum included the following words: Your sacred voice travels through the gray mist, and you weave the dreams of all beings with silk threads.

Then, in Miel's dream filled with gray fog, the god said to him with His "holy voice" - believe in me, I will grant you true and eternal death, turn your soul into dreams, and turn dreams into reality.

——Weaving the dreams of all living beings with silk threads.

—Turn your soul into a dream.

"Perhaps, He needs to use colorful souls to create the dreamland, just like using colorful silk threads to weave cloth." Miel spoke tentatively, his eyes fixed on Dindel.

Amira showed a surprised expression, while Dindel remained silent and did not refute.

It seems that no further confirmation is needed, this is the answer to this question.

Miel: “I see.”

Miel: "Collect more 'colorful souls' to create a dreamland to accommodate more souls - is this what you said, to save more people?"

Miel: "'Rest in dreams' means that we die again in dreams?"

After saying these words, Miel sneered. He rarely sneered like this, mocking Father Dindel while also mocking himself.

Cthulhu was right. Dindel did help him a lot, but he did not help him for the sake of helping him, but to help his god get his soul.

Knowing that Atlach needed a colorful soul and that his soul would be used to weave a dreamland after his death, Dindel still firmly believed in Atlach. Isn't this self-abuse?

Tyndall's lips parted and closed again.

He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Miel didn't expect him to answer anything. He turned to look at Lorne beside him and asked him tentatively: "Lorne, in your opinion, what is so special about our souls?"

Lorne was silent, as if he was thinking, or as if he was hesitating whether to speak or not.

Hailun on the side said, "Why don't you ask me?"

Miel looked at him and gave him a helpless look - Aren't you alone?

Hyrum: "Your soul..."

Hyrum had only said two words when Lorne interrupted him:

"I can't see the color of souls. No, I don't believe souls have colors. Perhaps the ability to see soul colors originated from Atlach's search for prey. Then, to make it easier for his followers to find prey, he bestowed this ability upon them."

"But my Miel, your soul is indeed special to me."

"Your soul is rich with the flavor of fate and karma."

Fate and cause and effect?

Miel remembered that Cthulhu could indeed sense such things.

He once said that his fate and cause and effect were entangled with Rocas in another timeline. Later, after reading Rocas's memory, he knew that it was because Rocas's power to travel through time and space, and the idea of ​​changing Amira's fate by traveling through time and space, all came from him. Even the way Rocas finally chose to die was also based on his advice.

He had an irreversible impact on the fate of Rocas.

But, that was him in another timeline.

In this timeline, he has always tried to pretend that this power from the Yis people does not exist.

As if he knew what Miel was thinking, Lorne spoke again and said something like this: "You know what? After you read Rocas's memories, your soul became very... should I say tempting? In short, it was like putting a cherry on the cake. It was clearly something that happened in another timeline and had nothing to do with you, but you let it leave a mark on your soul."

"I must admit that your soul does attract certain dangerous beings."

“It’s like a gem that polishes itself more and more beautifully, making you curious about what it will eventually become.”

"But if you ask me why this happened, I can only say that I don't know." Lorne raised one hand and stroked the back of Miel's head without hesitation in front of Dindel and Amira.

His movements were very gentle, which reminded Miel of Anna. Perhaps it was Anna who was comforting him now, but there was no need to distinguish them so clearly because they were both Cthulhu.

Miel hooked his arm around Lorne's without paying any attention to the people around him, rested his head on his shoulder, and half-lowered his silver eyelashes: "It doesn't matter, it's enough. I roughly know what a 'noble soul' is."

He remembered what Rocas had said to him: "Although I won't forget all my memories, if I have to repay all the debts I owe in all timelines, I still owe you my life. But even without that memory, I will still risk my life for you."

Rocas’ acting is really good. He has clearly made up his mind to shoulder everything, but he still acts as if he doesn’t care.

It's the same for me. Even though I know that what happened in other timelines has nothing to do with me, I still feel guilty towards Rocas and think that I was the cause of all this.

——He came to Guangyao City not only to fulfill the agreement between him and Rocas, but also to atone for his sins.

He knew this was not the fate he needed to bear, but he still chose to bear it.

He chose to bear the burden knowing that he did not need to bear it.

It’s like holding a piece of color that doesn’t belong to you in your arms. Even though you know it doesn’t belong to you, you are willing to bear everything it brings.

Rocas, Amira, and Dindel…are they all like this?

——While Miel was thinking about this, Amira seemed to have figured it out as well.

“I see…” Amira sighs. “It seems like our lives are pretty hard, so sometimes I think it would be nice to just be free.”

Miel: “…”

After all this time, you're sacrificing yourself just to commit suicide?

“But I won’t be so irresponsible again,” Amira says again, her tone firm. “Miel, could you please ask Mr. Hyrum for a favor?”

"What's the help?" Miel asked her.

Amira: "Please steal that book, the black book with silver text, from my parents. Don't alert them, don't let them know... OK?"

"Huh?" Miel looked at her in surprise, surprised that she would make such a decision.

Amira lowers her elegant golden lashes. “I’m sorry.”

Miel didn't know who she was apologizing to, perhaps to her parents, or perhaps to her own heart.

Amira: "I don't know who Mr. Lorne and Mr. Hyrum are, or what your relationship is to them. I can see you have many secrets you can't share. But, regardless, I trust you, Miel, and your judgment. Since you care so much about that book, then get it as quickly as possible. Perhaps it can help us find the true soul."

“And, honestly, I’m not confident I could convince my parents to lend you the book,” Amira says with a wry smile. “So, this is the only way. If they find out, I’ll be the one to apologize.”

Miel: “Have you really decided?”

Amira: “Yeah.”

Miel: “Okay.”

Miel looked at Helen, but before he could say anything, Helen turned and left the house, demonstrating with his own actions what it meant to be "impatient".

After he left, Rocas appeared at the door.

Miel didn't know when Rocas appeared there, or perhaps he had been there from the beginning.

Rocas bowed to him and continued to stand guard at the door, showing no intention of saying anything.

Miel turned around and looked at Dindel, who was still sitting at the coffee table: "Father Dindel, do you have anything else to say?"

Dindel was silent for a moment, then spoke again, his voice still calm and his eyes still melancholy: "If there were no Lord of Dreams, no Illusory Dreamland, then after death, the soul would simply dissipate... Miel, perhaps this sounds like I'm just making excuses, but I'm serious. Even if I schemed against you, it was only for your afterlife. I sincerely wanted to do my best to help you while you were alive, even if it meant sacrificing my own life."

Miel: "You want to commit suicide too?"

"...Suicide?" Dindel looked confused.

Miel: “Nothing.”

Miel felt that anyone who could make the pendant glow was a little abnormal and had a subtle tendency towards self-destruction.

The difference is that he and Rocas are clearly aware of the existence of this tendency, while Dindel seems to be completely unaware of it.

But it’s okay this way. No matter what, Miel hopes that Dindel can live a long life.

"Father Tyndall, we have finished our questions. Please continue to rest."

After saying this, without giving Dindel a chance to respond, Miel took Lorne's hand and left the room with him.

He was a little angry with Tyndall, but not because Tyndall had plotted against his soul, but because he had concealed all this from him and deceived his feelings.

He didn't know how to face this priest in the future. Although he had plotted against him, he had also helped him a lot. But he would definitely not leave him.

"By the way, in Cthulhu's perception, what do their souls taste like?" Miel asked in a low voice, very curious about the answer to this question.

Upon hearing this, C'thulhane didn't even bother to think, and responded directly in his heart: "I don't know, and I don't care. I'm only interested in you, whether it's your soul or anything else."

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The author has something to say: This chapter was so painful for me to write. The tears I shed now as I fill in the holes are all the water that entered my brain when I was digging the holes earlier [burst into tears]

But this volume is almost over, and only the Book of Prayers is left!

I really want to start a brainless article, but I already have enough debts, I have to finish them all first, who made me a mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder [chin]