Chapter 13
Mr. Lola looks like a big wolfdog...
——Such an idea is indeed a bit rude.
Although Mr. Lola is just a tentacle, it is the tentacle of the great Cthulhu.
Even though it's just a tentacle.
Miel apologized quietly, but fortunately Csulola didn't care and carried him all the way to the edge of the Akunila Snowfield, where there used to be a lake, but now it has turned into a thick layer of ice.
"You make me feel like my legs might be amputated." Miel felt that Czulola was overprotective of him.
"Because you are not only easy to die, but also easy to fall. I fell on the stairs to the basement, and I also fell in my dreams." Csulola responded reasonably.
"On the stairs, it's because I'm not good in dark and narrow places. In the dream, it's because... because of my pants..."
——Putting on pants too quickly and tripping over them is not an image I really want to recall.
"Anyway, there are reasons for everything." Miel defended his legs.
"Anyway, I've brought you here." Cthulora carefully placed Miel back on the ground, then looked at the thick ice in front of him and said, "The woman is down there. Summon the Touch of the Abyss."
The wind on the snowy field was quite strong, ruffling Mielle's long silver hair. Some strands of hair flew into her eyes. Mielle instinctively raised her hands to brush them away, but a gust of strong wind caused her to lose her balance and tilt her body backwards, and she was about to sit down in the snow.
He hurriedly grabbed Csulola's arm, but before he could grab it, Csulola grabbed his arm first: "What did I say?"
"It's the wind's fault." Miel firmly defended his legs.
Czulola wordlessly took his hand.
Miel pursed his lips. Although he felt something was amiss, he ultimately did not refuse his kindness. He let him lead the way and chanted a spell to summon the "Touch of the Abyss".
Five black tentacles rose from the ground and began to dig into the ice as soon as they appeared.
After a while, they carried a frozen corpse onto the snow.
The woman sealed in the ice was the one Miel had seen in the basement of the Akunela mansion.
She was a human female, and she died with her eyes open.
"Found her, then what?" asked Czulola.
"Can Mr. Lola 'talk to the dead'?" Miel asked back.
As he asked, he looked down at the body in the ice, his beautiful sapphire eyes showing no fear.
It was clearly the first time he had come into contact with a corpse other than his mother.
Humans and elves are so similar, so similar that they would be terrified of each other's corpses.
But looking at the corpse, Miere felt nothing.
Is it because he himself died?
Or is it because of the contract with the great Cthulhu?
Or perhaps, after withstanding the test of facing the Old Ones, his sanity could no longer be shaken by such a "normal" scene.
Whether it is humans or elves, in the eyes of the Old Ones, they may all be as fragile as bubbles on the sea, which will burst with a single poke.
They die for a variety of reasons.
It's completely normal to die like this.
But this woman originally had a chance to be saved.
If only I had been more decisive the moment I heard my father's voice, chanted the spell before him, and summoned the Touch of the Abyss...
"Don't blame yourself, you have done nothing wrong." Czulola suddenly spoke.
Miel was stunned for a moment.
Blame yourself? Me?
Am I blaming myself?
Maybe.
I feel regret for the life that slipped through my fingers, and this leads to self-blame.
"I don't know how to talk with the dead." Cthulora spoke again, answering Miel's question. "The essence of the magic of talking with the dead is to give the dead a false life so as to read the memories left in their brains. As I said before, I don't have any authority over life, so I can't even create false life."
"Is that so? That's okay. The church has priests, and among them there must be some who can 'speak with the dead,'" Miel said, turning his gaze from the corpse to look at Xulola's face. "So, Mr. Lola, could you please help me carry this body to the church? Using Touch of the Abyss all the way would be too conspicuous."
Being ordered to do something openly and honestly has completely exceeded the scope of an oath, let alone a contract.
Miel knew that he had made an out-of-bounds request, but he blinked innocently, trying to use his beautiful sapphire eyes to charm the tentacles of the great Cthulhu.
Ever since knowing that Cthulola was just a tentacle of Cthulhu, although Miel still showed respect to him in his choice of words, he no longer had the fear of the Old Ones.
Now Cthulola is closer to his friend than his master.
No, it should be a more intimate existence to him.
In short, I want to rely on him more.
After staring at Miel for a while without flinching, Czulola replied, "You lead the way, and I'll take care of the rest." It was unclear whether she was truly bewitched by Miel or was afraid he would die while moving the body.
Miel was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that he really agreed, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, Mr. Lola is really gentle. Without Mr. Lola, I can't do anything. It's great to have Mr. Lola by my side!"
The silver-haired elf's smile is brighter than the morning sunshine. If the wind on the snowy field could be a little weaker, the picture would definitely be more beautiful.
The corners of Cthulora's lips rose as he did, and she responded calmly, "Have you forgotten? You are my agent. Others see you as if they are Cthulhu. Since this is what you want to do, of course I have to lend a hand. Besides, this is quite interesting for me."
"Interesting? Moving corpses?" Miel blinked.
"Do anything," Cthulora responded. "For me, just walking across this continent like this is already very interesting, like playing a role-playing game. If the end of this game is to explore the entire continent of Pianliye, then I want to send you to the end of the game—alive."
"Because I am your property?"
"No, because you are my agent."
"ah……"
Miel suddenly realized that he did not understand the last two sentences of the contract very well.
——It ends with your real death. Before that, you are my property, I have the right to use you, and you are my agent.
——Everything you do from now on, whether it is your will or not, will represent the will of the great Cthulhu.
He thought he was Cthulhu's experimental frog. Of course, in a sense, this was true, but at the same time, he was also Cthulhu's messenger.
God's messenger, God's messenger, represents God's will.
All who believe in the great Cthulhu will obey his will, just as they obey the will of Cthulhu.
He is not only a sorcerer who signed a contract with Cthulhu and gained power from Him, but also a person favored by Cthulhu.
Cthulhu had already favored him long before he "fawned" on His tentacles.
"Praise you, great Cthulhu, my beloved Lord."
Miel carefully drew a small octopus with a big head and three tentacles on his chest, then put his hands together and prayed devoutly.
Cthulora: “…”
Cthulola: "In fact, there is no real prayer that can be directed to me, otherwise I would have been awakened from my slumber long ago, but you will be beaten to death by my followers if you do so."
Miel: "They don't understand that prayer, the words of the prayer are not important, the gestures are not important, the most important thing is piety."
Miel: "Besides, I am your messenger. I have the final say on how to pray to the great Cthulhu."
Cthulola: "...as long as you don't draw an octopus, anything is fine."
…
Czulola used a rope to tie the body and the ice that trapped her to her back.
The night in Snow City is very quiet. There are almost no people on the streets. Only blue fireflies float leisurely in the air, driving away the gloomy darkness.
The two arrived at the church smoothly, and were then stopped by two nuns holding big swords.
Well... the church not only has priests, but also warriors and paladins.
After all, it is the church, the other heart of Snow City, so of course it must be well protected.
Miel was not panicked at all. He raised his hand and showed Akunila's family ring.
"Good evening. I am Miel Akunila, the only heir to the Lord of Snow City. I found a body near my home. Could you please ask the priest of the church to investigate the cause of her death for me?"
The two nuns, who were obviously very powerful, looked at each other, put away their swords, and bowed to Miel.
One of them spoke up, "So it's Master Miel. This is your first time at the church, so we didn't recognize you. Please forgive us. Although it's late, it looks like a serious matter. Please allow me to lead the way for you."
Another nun came to Czulola's side, took the body from behind him, and carried it on her shoulder with one hand.
Led by the nun, the two entered the church. Instead of stepping into the main hall, they walked around the main hall from the side corridor, passed through the sanctuary with the altar behind the main hall, and entered an empty room.
The windows of all the rooms here are stained glass, giving people a feeling of beauty, exquisiteness, gorgeousness and mystery.
Miel glanced casually and saw a colorful spider painted on one of the stained glass windows, with a gorgeous spider web underneath.
On the church windows there are not lambs, doves, unicorns, or irises, but spiders and cobwebs.
Although it felt a bit strange, since Miel was not religious, he thought that maybe this was how the church was.
Czulola also noticed the piece of glass and looked thoughtful.
A nun said, "Please wait here for a moment," and left the room.
Another nun placed the body in the middle of the room.
Not long after, a man dressed as a priest appeared.
He looks very young, but he is a high elf, so looking young doesn't mean he is really young.
He has short, slightly curly silver-gray hair and violet eyes, revealing his dark elf ancestry.
The ankle-length, single-breasted black robe outlined his slender waist, and the golden cross on the black shawl was extremely conspicuous.
His expression was melancholy, and his voice was steady, a tone that belied his youth. "Good evening, both of you. I am Father Dindel Yerifram of this church. I have heard of your request from Sister Sistah. I will do my best to help you investigate the cause of death of this poor lady."
At this point, he closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross on his chest: "May God bless her and let her rest in peace in her dreams."
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