Chapter 14
Sister Sista, who had called Father Tyndall, returned to the room after a while, holding a piece of white cloth folded like tofu in her hand.
The two nuns opened the white cloth to cover the corpse, and then cast heat magic from both sides to melt the ice that sealed the corpse and evaporate the resulting water.
After briefly checking the body's mouth and confirming that it could speak and answer questions, they bowed to Dindel and Miel respectively and left the room.
"Well, let's get started."
Father Dindel said this, without letting Miel and Csulola avoid him, and directly used "Talk with the Dead" on the corpse in front of them.
After giving the human corpse false life, you can ask her up to five questions.
Father Dindel asked directly without consulting Miel, as if he had already thought of the question, or as if he was already used to doing this kind of thing.
The first question: "What's your name?"
"Rolisha..."
The corpse's mouth opened and closed, and it uttered three syllables in a hoarse voice.
The second question: "How did you die?"
"Killed by ice magic..."
The corpse's tone was very calm, giving people a drowsy feeling. It answered questions instinctively without any emotion.
The third question: "Who killed you?"
"Lord of Snow City, Bros Akunela..."
The corpse said a name that did not surprise Miel and Csulola. Strangely, Dindel did not show any surprise when he heard the name.
He calmly asked the fourth question: "Why did he want to kill you?"
"To silence me, to hide his secret..."
The corpse replied.
Question 5: "What's the secret?"
"He took away my child..."
After answering this question, the corpse's mouth stopped opening and closing, and no one could ask more information from her, because the magic of "Talking with the Dead" could only be used once on a corpse.
Father Tyndall closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross on his chest again: "Lolisa, may God bless you, and may you find rest in your dreams."
After saying this, he turned over the white cloth folded on the corpse's chest and covered the corpse's face.
Then he turned to Miel and spoke calmly, "Miel Akunela, the fact that you brought the body to the church suggests you already knew who the murderer was. Perhaps I shouldn't interfere, but let me ask you this: what are you going to do?"
"Of course I'll investigate it thoroughly." Miel responded in the same calm tone, "I know it was my father who killed her, but I don't know why he killed her and why he took her child away. I will find a way to investigate it thoroughly."
"Suppose you find out everything you want to find out and successfully get close to the truth, then what? What are you going to do?" Tindel asked.
Miel was silent for a moment before answering: "I'll confront him. If he persists, I'll end his life myself."
"What if he sincerely repents?"
"……I have no idea."
Miel didn't know.
That man was his father after all.
His father had always been very gentle to him until he discovered this woman named Rolysa.
His only relative.
If that person faces his questioning, he will kneel on the ground and sincerely repent.
If that person told him that he had a reason to do this...
Miel had no idea what to do with him, at least, he didn't know until he knew the reason.
"I understand." Father Tyndall said, and he also made the sign of the cross to Miel. "Lost lamb, may the Lord guide you in your dreams."
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Tyndall guessed that the two had nowhere to go, so he arranged accommodation for them in the church.
It was a very small double dormitory, which made Miel feel a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, there is a window in the dormitory. When I open the curtains, I can see the soothing moonlight and fireflies.
The two beds were of course separate, one against the wall on each side.
Miel was still enjoying the breeze by the window, and Csulola had already lay down on one of the beds.
He crossed his legs and relaxed them on the wooden board at the end of the bed - he was a full head taller than Miel and could not let the bed swallow him whole while straightening his legs.
Miel turned around and met his beautiful and mysterious ruby eyes. She ignored him and walked towards her bed.
However, after sitting down on the edge of the bed, he raised his eyes and met those eyes again - Czulola's gaze moved with him, and he looked wherever he was.
Miel still didn't care and lay down on the bed.
Finally, Czulola couldn't help but speak: "I have a question."
"Excuse me." Miel lay on the bed, looking towards the ceiling.
"If you just want to know the truth, why don't you kill your father and let the priest use 'Talking with the Dead' to get the truth out of him?"
"Talking with the dead can't support overly complex questions and answers."
"I know, but that priest..." Czulola stopped abruptly.
Miel looked at him puzzledly: "What happened to that priest?"
"Nothing, I just think it's better to avoid contact with him as much as possible."
"Hmm? Why?"
Miel felt that Csulola's words were a bit contradictory. He asked the priest to help him get the truth from Bross's corpse, which was encouraging him to use the priest's power, but then he said that he should try not to contact the priest?
Although the priest did give him a strange feeling, it would be more accurate to say that the entire church gave him a strange feeling.
The spider in the stained glass, the word "dream" is repeatedly emphasized.
Miel was a little curious about who the "Lord" the priest was talking about, but it felt impolite to ask this in front of him.
But if there really was a problem with the church, Cthulola wouldn't agree to stay here overnight, so it should be fine.
After a while, Csulola spoke again. Instead of responding to Miel's question, she asked another question: "I just want to know, what are you pursuing now, the truth, or the possibility of exonerating your only family member?"
"The truth." Miel answered without hesitation.
He knew very well that no matter what the truth was, his father was guilty and he had no right to forgive him on behalf of the victim. The only choice he had was whether to kill him with his own hands.
"Then the question is, why must you pursue the truth? Is it because he is your father, or out of pure curiosity?" asked Cthulola.
"So the question is, why do you have to study humans? Is it because humans are special, or is it out of pure curiosity?"
Miel asked a rhetorical question imitating Czulola's sentence structure.
Cthulola's answer was: "Not necessarily."
He paused before continuing, "For me, studying humans isn't necessary. It's just that I don't have anything else to distract me for the time being. But you, you clearly have other things to do."
"Kill your father and inherit the throne, or, as you said, leave Snow City and become a bounty hunter in a bigger city."
"The truth won't give you anything. If you want to save someone, just kill your father. If you can't do it, just leave Snow City. Whether or not you know the truth will have a minimal impact on your life. So why do you still pursue the truth?"
“There are so many people who, if they didn’t pursue the truth, could have lived a relatively happy life, but ultimately died or went crazy because of truths that I consider ridiculous.”
"Remember, you've already died once. Killed by your father. You're also a victim, no different from that woman."
"You, like me, chose to pursue the truth between revenge and escape?"
Cthulola finished, letting out years of pent-up emotions in one breath.
Miel realized that during his long sleep, he had witnessed the death and madness of too many people, all for the pursuit of some truth.
He didn't understand, he felt it wasn't worth it, so he questioned and asked questions.
Miel chuckled twice.
Czulola stared at him: "Have you finally gone crazy too?"
"No, I just find it interesting." Miel said with a smile, "Isn't Mr. Lola also pursuing the truth now? Why do humans and elves pursue the truth? You want to know the truth behind this."
Cthulora: “…”
"Why?" Miel sighed, not knowing whether he was asking Csulola or himself.
But after a brief silence, he replied: "Perhaps it's because of unwillingness and uneasiness about the unknown."
"I always feel that knowing the truth will help me solve everything better."
"If you don't know the whole truth, anything can happen."
"If my father was manipulated, and killing him doesn't solve the problem of who manipulated him, then the disappearance case won't be over."
"If, and I mean if, my father intends to awaken a god that has ill intentions towards the Liye Continent, a god that even Mr. Lola cannot deal with, and if he doesn't know the truth, he won't be able to stop it. By then, not only will I face true death, but the Liye Continent will also cease to exist."
"Mr. Lola, please think carefully and focus on all those who pursue the truth, not just those who die or go crazy on the road to the truth. Are their efforts really meaningless?"
“Some people certainly died because of this, but were some also saved?”
Cthulola was silent for a moment, then replied to Miel with two syllables: "Hmm."
Miel automatically translated his response as "yes" and smiled, "That's why we must pursue the truth."
"Mr. Lola, the reason he's asking this question is because he feels a certain degree of resentment? Do you think that knowing the truth might prevent some unnecessary deaths?"
"No, I just want to study humans better." Csulola finally took her eyes off Miel's face.
"Study why humans and elves are so obsessed with the truth, and the influence of bloodline."
After a pause, he spoke again, abruptly changing the subject: "Go to sleep first. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to use the Eye of Insight to find that woman's child. Now at least we know your father's target isn't that woman, but her child."
"Okay." Miel's smile widened. "Mr. Lola is so reliable. Without Mr. Lola, I really can't do anything. Please stay by my side and help me, my dear Lord."
Cthulola closed her eyes and said calmly, "I'd be happy to, dear."
The author has something to say:
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Miel, the great Cthulhu's agent, will never be able to truly die. Akunila
Miel: I feel that calling myself a legendary investigator is an insult to legendary investigators.
Investigators: ...Please give us a bunch of these golden fingers.
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