Chapter 10
The darkness in the room finally became so thick that it was pitch dark for a human being.
But Miel could still see the outlines of all the objects.
Seeing in the dark is not difficult for the high elves.
Miel got up and walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The forest at night presents a quiet blue, and cyan fireflies hang in the air like dust in the sun, emitting a reassuring glow that dispels the silent darkness.
Their presence brought luster back to Miel's sapphire eyes.
My stomach growled.
The stomach, which had not hunted for a week, finally protested its impatience.
Miel sighed that it was a miracle that he hadn't starved to death, then left the room and went to the kitchen to grill some meat.
After a while, he picked up a roasted leg and asked Cthulhu if he wanted to try it. Cthulhu's response was: "If you eat it, I will eat it."
Miel was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Our senses are still connected? Um... aren't you going to disconnect?"
"Do you care?"
"fine."
Do you care?
It's impossible to say that I don't care.
I feel uncomfortable when I think that my body's reactions are all under the control of Cthulhu.
Sometimes, it's no different from being seen naked, or even more shameful than that.
But putting aside those times, whether it’s my feelings or emotions, even if they are not understood, at least there is someone who has experienced them.
This feeling of having someone by your side and sharing the burden with you is actually quite good.
"I've retracted some of my tentacles," Cthulhu said suddenly. "I've avoided your sensitive areas, trying to only feel your five senses and emotions. Does this make you feel better?"
Miel paused while eating meat, and an expression called "flattered" appeared on his face.
He licked the sauce off his lips and said, "Ah, thank you. This really makes me feel better... But, Mr. Cthulhu being so accommodating to me really makes me a little uneasy. I wonder what the price tag is for this accommodation?"
Miel did not forget the fact that Cthulhu was one of the Old Ones just because he had an overly beautiful incarnation.
The ancient god who ruled the world with fear rather than mercy, who didn't even know what dignity was, showed him extraordinary respect. Was this his tenderness towards his possessions, or a comfort before strangling his prey?
To this, Cthulhu responded: "Don't worry, I just want to make myself feel better."
Miel: “…”
Cthulhu: "...It's not your physical reaction, but your emotions. Avoiding sensitive areas can make you feel better."
Miel silently took a big bite of meat.
Cthulhu: "I will do my best to study you in a comfortable... or, relaxed? state. However, although I have only connected with you, I feel that your mental state is somewhat dangerous, so I don't know if I can come up with an answer that applies to all humans and elves."
After Miel finished eating the leg meat, he threw the bone in the middle into the trash can and picked up a piece of freshly baked bread.
Cthulhu: "To be honest, those who have come into contact with my true self have become quite strange. Compared to them, you are almost the only difference between being on the edge of a cliff and having already jumped off. Therefore, I want to treat you as carefully as possible, like treating a beautiful bubble."
Pretty bubbles? The kind that pop when you poke them?
Is this the elf in Cthulhu's eyes?
Or am I the only bubble?
Miel finished his bread and wiped each of his fingers carefully with his handkerchief.
His fingers were slender and long, just like his figure.
Miel reflected on Cthulhu's "dangerous mental state" and felt that it might refer to his self-destructive tendencies.
But that was because before he made a contract with Cthulhu, he was not only a useless person who couldn't use magic, but was also always bullied.
After being bullied too much, I will occasionally have negative thoughts such as "Keep going, don't stop", "Harder, I can bear more", "Just beat me to death".
Then when there is desire, this self-destructive tendency becomes "Come on, kill me."
However, Miel is very clear-headed. He will not seek abuse if he can avoid it. Otherwise, he would not remain silent as much as possible when being beaten and not provoke the bully.
He would definitely resist when he could, otherwise Cthulhu would not have received those two slaps.
So he felt that the problem was not serious and his self-destructive tendencies would not really destroy him.
"Let's go." He threw down his handkerchief, drank the remaining grape juice in the exquisite goblet, and stood up from the table while speaking lightly, "I'm full. Now, please accompany me to the basement - you promised me."
Cthulhu responded with a "hmm."
…
Going to the basement you will pass by Bross's study.
In Mier's memory, his father rarely went out except for necessary social engagements and spent most of his time in the study.
The automatically lit light illuminated the dark red wooden door of the study.
Except for Miel's room, the Acunila mansion is basically decorated in this dark red tone.
It looks okay during the day, but it always feels a bit creepy at night.
It's like blood seeped in.
Miel approached the study tentatively, his slender ear pressed against the wooden door, and his long, soft, white hair slid to the side with his movement.
There was complete silence in the study, without a sound.
Miel tried to turn the doorknob, but it didn't budge.
"Knocking spell." Miel concentrated his magic power into his knuckles and knocked hard on the door.
Accompanied by a crisp sound like breaking glass, it seemed that something was broken.
But he turned the doorknob again, and still nothing happened.
The spell that can knock open any door doesn't work?
Miel could only turn to Cthulhu behind him for help: "Mr. Cthulhu, can you help me open the door? I want to go to my father's study before investigating the basement."
Cthulhu raised a hand and pressed the door shut, as if sensing something. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and said, "Maybe not."
"Huh?" Miel was surprised.
What kind of magic lock is it that even the great Old Ones are powerless against?
"The magic cast on this door has the power of an oath. It's like saying to me - do not disturb." Cthulhu explained, "I should have said that I value oaths very much. So, although I can open it very easily, I can't."
"Can I translate this as 'This door has the power to keep the Old Ones out'?"
Miel grasped the key point instantly.
"With all due respect, normally, when wizards or sorcerers place magical locks on doors, they don't take the Great Old Ones into consideration. It's like a town inhabited only by ordinary people. No matter how complex the locks are, they only exist to prevent thieves. They are useless to wizards and sorcerers."
"My father has made arrangements on the door of the study to block the Old Ones. This really makes me even more curious about what is hidden in the study."
Having said that, Miel couldn't open the study door, nor could he force Cthulhu to open it. He could only put his curiosity aside and continue walking towards the basement.
The stairs leading to the basement were unlit.
The vision fell into darkness and the space became increasingly narrow.
Miel felt that his breath was being deprived, as if he had fallen into the abyss again.
He forced himself to go down the stairs, but the further he went, the faster his breathing became and his heart beat faster. His instinct for survival urged him to turn around and leave, just like a drowning man wanting to surface immediately to breathe fresh air.
But no, at least let him take a look, just one look.
The hand that was holding onto the wall slipped, the legs went limp, and the body moved forward uncontrollably, about to fall down the stairs.
Someone suddenly grabbed my arm.
Cthulhu, who was following closely behind Miel, seemed to have anticipated such an accident. He calmly pulled Miel's body towards himself, then released his arms, and instead lifted up his back and knees, holding him horizontally.
Miel opened his eyes with difficulty while gasping for breath, and met Cthulhu's red eyes.
The red eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness were obviously extremely dangerous, but they also contained a reassuring power.
"Are you afraid of the darkness or the narrowness?" he asked calmly.
"It's dark and narrow." Miel responded weakly.
Cthulhu was silent for a while, as if he was speechless, but then countless bright balls of light appeared around the two of them.
There were no spells or rituals, these balls of light seemed to appear out of thin air.
They illuminated the path to the basement and also illuminated Miel and Cthulhu's view of each other.
The panic that oppressed Miel eased, and Miel's breathing became much smoother.
"Thank you." He thanked me politely, then asked half curiously and half teasingly, "Is this also to make yourself feel better?"
"Maybe, I don't know." Cthulhu lowered his dark eyelashes, "Maybe he's afraid you'll die."
Miel: “…”
Yes, I am a beautiful but fragile bubble.
"It seems like you could die easily," Cthulhu emphasized again. "It's clear that the wider your range of activities and the more people you come into contact with, the more likely I'll achieve my goal. Yet, I've developed an urge to keep you captive. Am I contradicting myself?"
"Maybe it's because if I die, Mr. Cthulhu will lose a good research subject. So, for the purpose of protecting me, he wants to keep me in captivity so that I won't encounter any danger." Miel analyzed seriously, then laughed and joked, "Mr. Cthulhu is so worried about me, do you need to put me on a leash?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of the senses that were still connected between the two.
Ah, it turns out he has been led...
That's why Cthulhu was able to notice his abnormality in time and pick him up before he fell.
Cthulhu: "You made the suggestion yourself and suffered the blow yourself. It seems that even if I keep you in captivity, you still have ten thousand ways to die for me."
Miel: "You are right, I am reflecting on it."
The two chatted as they approached the door leading to the basement.
It's mainly because Cthulhu is approaching.
Miel relaxed in the great man's arms, resisting the urge to touch his chest.
The temperature in Syracuse is on the low side, especially at night.
No one here walks around shirtless.
However, out of some selfish motives, Miel never reminded Cthulhu of this.
And Cthulhu seems to be very happy to show his perfect incarnation to as many real elves as possible.
The basement door also had a magical lock, but without the oath that held back the Old Ones.
Cthulhu stepped on it and performed the "knocking spell".
After a sound of glass shattering, the wooden door slowly opened, making a strange "creaking" sound.
"who?"
A distinctly female voice rang out from the dark basement, speaking the universal language with a human accent.
Cthulhu moved the ball of light around him forward, illuminating a female body covered in blood.
Human-sized, with big, wavy blond hair.
Miel's gaze froze, unable to believe that the scene before him was real.
Was this really not an illusion instilled in him by someone?
After the woman saw the two men's faces clearly, she immediately cried out for help: "Save me! Save me! I can do anything! Save me!"
However, before Miel could respond to her call for help, a familiar voice appeared behind her, giving Miel goosebumps.
"Miel, didn't I tell you not to come to the basement?"
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