Chapter 23
Miel's silver eyelashes trembled slightly as he struggled hard against the fatigue and sleepiness that wanted to devour him.
Cthulora's crimson eyes were reflected in his blue pupils, like two red moons reflected in the quiet sea.
There was a hint of arrogance in Czulola's eyes, cold and indifferent, as if if his answer was not "yes", he would be thrown away like garbage.
However, even when facing such a pair of oppressive eyes, Miel's answer was still -
"Mr. Lola, please teach me how to trap him without killing him so that he can answer my questions obediently."
Hearing this answer, Czulola's eyes narrowed, but they were just narrowed.
After the two stared at each other for a moment, Cthulora compromised and released Miel's chin. She replied calmly, "Before entering the mansion, summon a large number of Touch of the Abyss. As soon as he shows any intention of using magic, knock him out. Each time he chants a spell, you knock him out. Do this a few times and he'll behave himself."
"That's a really overbearing move... But I like it."
Miel raised the corners of his lips as he finished speaking, his body relaxed, and his consciousness immediately fell into a chaotic darkness.
…
There was a gray fog in the field of vision. Unlike the white fog in the early morning, the color of the fog was gloomy and gray, revealing an indescribable mystery and danger.
Miel walked aimlessly in the gray fog, feeling the coldness and dampness of the fog.
Suddenly, he realized something and looked up.
Far ahead, I saw a huge black shadow, as big as a mountain that no one could cross.
Miel looked up at the huge, oppressive black shadow and felt that it had an outline similar to that of a human.
Miel could make out the human head, neck, and shoulders, but further down was the spider's huge abdomen, submerged in the mysterious gray mist and blending into it.
Wait, why was he sure it was a spider? He couldn't even count how many legs the shadow had, but he instinctively felt it was a spider.
Is it because you can hear a rustling sound like a spider crawling from time to time?
Suddenly, the shadow moved.
Although he only turned his body in the direction of Miel by an extremely small amount, he still moved.
After realizing that it was not part of the gray fog but some kind of living creature, Miel subconsciously held his breath.
The biological instinct imprinted in his bones caused him to freeze when faced with danger beyond his cognition. Now he was like a lifelike statue, unable to move even a finger.
However, the imagined scene of the other party crushing him to death like an ant did not appear.
Instead, a gentle female voice sounded in my ears.
It seemed to come from another time and space, ethereal and vague, echoing in the gray fog.
Most importantly, the extreme tenderness reminded Miel of his mother.
"Believe in me, and I will give you the answers to all your questions..."
The gentle and soothing voice made Miel's body relax unconsciously. His body told him that the owner of this voice had no intention of hurting him. On the contrary, he could trust and rely on him.
"Believe in me, and I will grant you the power to communicate with souls..."
The owner of the voice continued to speak, and each syllable was highly recognizable and impressive.
Miel had no doubt that no matter when or where he was in the future, when he heard this voice again, he would be able to recognize it the first time.
but……
These two sentences were successfully received by the brain. There was no change in the speaker's timbre, tone, intonation, emphasis or speed. It was as subtle as if they were recorded on a phonograph and played repeatedly.
Realizing this, the string in Miyer's mind tightened again and his body stiffened again.
"Believe in me, and I will grant you a place where your soul can rest..."
The third sentence, like the first two, had the same first few words, with every syllable having the same timbre, pitch, loudness, and duration, a precision that even the most experienced bard could not achieve.
The fourth sentence——
"Believe in me, and I will allow you to find rest in your dreams..."
Miel suddenly opened his eyes!
He stared at the dim ceiling, breathing rapidly, eager to refresh the air in his lungs that was polluted by fear.
His heart was pounding, shaking his body and the entire bed.
He remembered what he dreamed before he woke up.
It was obviously not a scary dream, but he not only woke up in shock, but also felt an indescribable fear after waking up.
There is a kind of fear as if you have escaped death, or a chill in your spine as if you are being targeted by a predator and your life is under constant threat.
Wait! Is there someone by the bed?
Miel turned his head suddenly and met a pair of eyes emitting a faint scarlet glow in the darkness. He was so scared that he shrank back into the bed!
Only when he realized that the owner of these eyes was Czulola did he breathe a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to his chest, trying to calm his heartbeat while speaking: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lola, although it looks like I was scared by you, I was actually scared by the dream. I was stunned when I saw you..."
"No need to apologize, no need to explain. I can feel what you feel, and being frightened is not an injury to me, but a compliment."
Cthulola stood beside Miel's bed and looked down at him.
In the darkness, the oppressive feeling he gave Miel was no less than the huge black shadow in his dream, but Miel did not freeze in response to him. Instead, he quickly relaxed his body.
He wasn't sure if the thing in his dream would hurt him, but Cthulola would definitely not hurt him.
Because Cthulola promised to protect him from any harm, and indeed saved him from danger time and time again.
"Really? The great Cthulhu has no motive to kill, but has a motive to scare people?" Miyer sat up from the bed, turned around and pressed his back against the cold wall.
The indescribable terror still lingered in his heart, but because he was in the same space with Czulola, he felt no anxiety or fear. He even raised the corner of his mouth and said something teasing.
Cthulora sat down on the edge of the bed opposite him and asked him, "Humans call us the Old Ones. What do you think it takes to rule a city?"
If the scene were changed, Miel's answer might be different, but he had just had an inexplicably terrifying dream, woke up and was frightened by Cthulhu, and then Cthulhu said that "being frightened" was a compliment to him.
In that case, Miel had only one answer: "Fear?"
"Yes, fear." Cthulora nodded in agreement. "They surrendered out of fear, believed out of fear. For their own safety, the believers actively eliminated those who dissidents and ultimately placed the entire city under my control. Behind this, they were driven by fear. Look, I don't have to do anything, just be terrified."
Really? Miel expressed doubt.
Although he now does believe in the great Cthulhu, it is not out of fear.
He might be bullied due to his lack of strength, but he would never accept anyone's domination out of fear.
If, when he first met Cthulhu, this great Old One had not said to him, "What can I do to get your permission?" but had forcibly pulled down his pants, perhaps he would have chosen to die on the spot in front of Him.
So, in that city dominated by Cthulhu, he is a pagan who needs to be "purified"?
Perhaps wanting to avoid Miel's question, or perhaps simply feeling that this issue didn't need further discussion, Csulola spoke again without waiting for Miel's response, changing the subject: "Now, tell me, what did you dream about?"
"Spider..." This was Miel's first reaction. After blurting it out, he realized that it was wrong. "No, it should be a half-human, half-spider shadow. She used a gentle voice and tone to ask me to believe in her... No, I'm not sure if that voice came from the shadow."
That gentle but mechanical female voice seemed to come from the horizon, or from the gray fog, rushing towards him from all directions, swallowing him up, and it was impossible to tell from which specific direction it came.
In the dream, he has too many "I feel" and "I think".
——I think the lower half of the black shadow is a spider.
——I think that voice came from the shadow.
But is this really the case?
When he regained consciousness, he could not find any supporting evidence.
"Oh, right, at the very end, she said what Father Tyndall often said, 'May you rest in peace in your dreams'... No, it seemed like she said 'Believe in me, and I will allow you to rest in peace in your dreams.' Yes, that's right."
"Is it because I paid so much attention to what the priest said that I had this dream? As far as I know, not all churches talk about dreams."
Rather, Father Tyndall was the first clergyman Miel had met who repeatedly emphasized the word dream. Isn't it usually "heaven"?
When Miel first heard this, he automatically translated "dream" into "heaven" in his mind, until Dindel said to him - May the Lord guide you in your dreams.
Wait! Miel got it!
"Mr. Lola, the god you said Father Tyndall believed in lives in 'dreams'? Or is he able to enter dreams? In short, it's related to dreams... But did I really see him? It's a bit hard to believe."
Miel said this, thinking that Czulola would find a random reason to comfort him like last time to prevent him from delving deeper into the strangeness of the dream.
However, to his surprise, after pondering for a while, Csulola said: "We must leave the church."
"Huh?" Miel looked at him in surprise.
Mr. Lola used the word "must." Could it be that what he saw in his dream was really...
god?
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