Chapter 38
Although it was early morning, the interior of the Akunela mansion was as dark as evening.
The soles of Miel's heels collided with the smooth ground, and the "tapping, tapping, tapping" sounds echoed in the empty corridor, which was filled with a loneliness and emptiness that suffocated the soul.
Leon had already flown out of sight in front, and Lola followed Miel silently, quickly but not anxiously, to the third floor, in front of Mifeel's room.
Lyon was standing outside the closed archway with his arms folded, showing no intention of going in.
Perhaps sensing Miel's confusion, Lola explained, "As long as that mark remains above the door, I cannot enter."
"It's not 'impossible,'" Leon added. "As long as I want to enter, there is no place I can't enter. But I don't want to break my oath, even one so tainted."
Miel was a little curious about what kind of power could be described as "pollution" by Cthulhu, one of the Old Ones.
However, considering that the person hiding inside might be seriously injured and dying, Miel didn't bother to ask anything and tried to turn the empty vase that Ina had turned.
However, when he saw Ina turning, it seemed very easy, but he himself couldn't turn at all?
Did he turn in the wrong direction? Or...
"Too weak." Leon walked over with disdain, slapped his hand away, then grasped the neck of the vase with one hand and turned it with seemingly ease.
A familiar metallic friction sound was heard, and the arched door opened upwards. The strange room once again invaded Miel's vision.
There was indeed a person inside, lying in a pool of blood, and it was impossible to tell whether he was still alive.
But Miel only stared at him for two seconds before his attention was drawn to Leon: "Didn't you say you can't break your oath?"
"I didn't break into any room that I wasn't allowed to enter. I just helped my weak agent turn a vase that he couldn't turn." Leon responded.
Miel understood: "The right of interpretation belongs to the old man. Whether the oath has been violated or not, the old man has the final say."
Leon: “That’s how it should be.”
Lola: "...It's a bit cunning, but opening the door and breaking into it are really not the same thing."
"It seems that this door can only block the old days whose intelligence is not high enough." Miel said as he entered the room and found the mechanism to close the door effortlessly.
After Lola and Leon entered, he asked Lola to help him turn the mechanism and close the peculiarly shaped arched door.
The floor of the room is not flat, but is concave in an arc.
Miel slid along the arc to the bottom and then carefully approached the man lying in a pool of blood.
I walked to his side and looked down, only to see that his right shoulder and clothes were missing a piece, as if it had been bitten off by some beast.
It is indeed a serious injury, but not fatal. He can still survive if he receives timely treatment.
Miel squatted down beside the man, placed his fingertips on his carotid artery, and after confirming that he still had a heartbeat, he took something out of his family ring and spoke:
"I want to call Father Tyndall for help, but if he is targeted by the Hounds of Tindalos, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of healing potion, a roll of bandages, some healing ointment, and a small knife from the family ring.
"If it were me, I would choose to read his memory directly and accept his last words." Leon said.
Lola said nothing.
"Lola, what do you think?" Miel asked without turning his head, wanting to know what Lola thought.
Lola responded: "For those targeted by the Hounds of Tindalos, every second of their remaining life is stolen. In my opinion, what you are doing now is like watering a flower without roots. It is meaningless. However, I will not interfere with your decision. I am simply offering what I believe is a more efficient approach, a suggestion."
Miel said "hmm" to indicate that he understood.
Lola completely agrees with Leon's approach. It can be said that this is not Leon's advice to him, but Cthulhu's advice to him.
But, it's just a suggestion.
Even if Cthulhu disagrees with his actions, he will not interfere with his decision.
He remembered the day when Leon took him to kill Beren, but he did not do it himself, but left it to him how to deal with Beren. Otherwise, there would be no need to take him there.
He seemed... indeed... to have some misunderstandings about Leon.
Leon is the arrogant side of Cthulhu, but he is also Cthulhu. Leon and Lola have different personalities, but they share the same standards in their approach to certain things.
Just like a lawful good person, both the left and right brains are lawful and good. Otherwise, there will always be a time when the consciousness in one brain suppresses the consciousness in the other brain and does evil things that break the order.
Miel felt that just as Cthulhu needed time to study humans and elves, he also needed time to study what kind of existence Cthulhu was.
But for now, he should focus on treating the man's injuries. He was afraid that if he left it alone, the man would die in the next second, taking all the secrets with him to the grave.
"Lola, help me lift him up. I want to take off his clothes so that I can clean his wounds and see if he has any other injuries." Miyer said.
Lola said "Okay", then squatted down on the other side of the man and reached out to help him up.
Being ignored, Leon snorted in dissatisfaction: “Lola Lola Lola, you call me so smoothly.”
He walked up behind the man, grabbed his hood, and roughly lifted him up from the ground.
Although Miel didn't call him for help, for him, calling Leon was calling him, and calling Lola was also calling him, so even though he knew in his heart that he was not what Miel needed, he still helped Miel.
After the man was forced to stand up, Leon pulled off his hood, revealing his short chestnut hair and slightly pointed ears.
This is a half-elf.
Miel was stunned for a moment, and tentatively reached out to lift the man's chin, wanting to see his face.
A weathered male face was reflected in the beautiful blue eyes. It looked very strange, but there was a subtle familiarity in the strangeness.
An inexplicable fear rose from the bottom of Miel's heart, almost freezing his breath.
Miel took a deep breath, exhaled, forced himself not to think too much, and carefully took off the man's shirt.
The man's left arm must have been lost long ago, the wound having long since closed. But the horrific bite mark on his right shoulder was clearly new, and a fishy, crimson liquid was constantly flowing out.
There were no other fresh wounds on the man's body, but they were all old scars. There were three different marks on his chest, abdomen, and back. Two of them had cross scars on them, as if someone had crossed them with a knife.
"...Slave?" Miel said uncertainly.
No one except a masochist would mutilate their body like this - these marks and scars were obviously left on a man by others.
Obviously, the man has a shameful past, as well as a desperate present and future.
Miel didn't dare to explore the man's true identity, but the location and shape of some of the scars on his body were really... very familiar.
"Actually, I want to say..." Lola hesitated.
"On his body..." Leon said hesitantly.
Miel's nerves were tense, but he didn't stop the two from talking.
After making sure he wanted to know the truth, Lola finished her words: "He has a familiar smell, a bit like your follower, but not exactly the same."
Leon added: "Not only that, but also your breath."
Miel: "...Mine?"
Leon: "The breath of the soul."
Miel: “Huh?”
Leon: "You can think of it as a kind of entanglement across time, a kind of cause and effect - his present is deeply bound to your past. Without you in his timeline, he wouldn't exist now."
Miel pursed his lips and remained silent.
There are too many doubts, too much anxiety, and fear.
——I couldn’t understand why the man appeared in front of me at this moment in such a miserable state.
But the man showed no signs of waking up, so all Miel could do now was to help him treat his wounds, nothing more.
Use the "water-making technique" to create clean water, carefully clean the wound, apply ointment, and bandage it.
Perhaps I used a little force when cutting the bandage with the knife and hurt the man - he woke up.
The half-elf with short chestnut hair fluttered his long eyelashes and raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of brown eyes.
The color of the eyes was gentle, but the look was cold and alert.
After the man opened his eyes, he first shrank back, and then his next action was to try to raise his hand to cover the brand on his body, but because the wound was pulled, he gasped with a "hiss".
Miel wordlessly handed him the healing potion that he had prepared long ago.
The man stared at the red potion in the transparent glass bottle for a while, then he relaxed and spoke gently, "Thank you, but I don't need it anymore..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Miel, you...you really came...why?"
"You asked me for help like that. If I don't come, you will have a nightmare." Miel responded calmly and changed to a more comfortable position to sit next to the man.
"Miel, I'm almost dead... My body and soul have reached their limit," the man whispered in a hoarse voice. "Although it's presumptuous, could you please do me a favor? Help me save someone? If you're willing to agree to this, I'll give you a special book."
"The forbidden book?" This was Miel's first reaction.
However, the man shook his head: "No, it's not, it's another one."
Another one? Meaning... a forbidden book, but not the one Miel had?
Miel pursed his lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Honestly, he didn't want taboo books, but he wanted to help the man.
As if sensing his hesitation, the man revealed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry... I'm a lowly and incompetent person, and I don't have many valuable things on me..."
Miel closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, there was no longer any worry or hesitation on his face. "It doesn't matter what you can give me. I want to know, how did you know about this room?"
"Regarding this, before I die, I will give you all my memories. You can read it yourself." The man responded and said anxiously, "Miel, are you...are you willing to help me?"
Miel: "You have to tell me first, who do you want me to help you save?"
"Please promise me first, please..." The man's tone was humble, but very stubborn.
"Okay." Miel didn't hesitate for too long, because he had already guessed the man's identity and it was impossible not to help him, but he had to say, "It feels like a very difficult task, so I'm not sure if I can complete it. I can only say that I will try my best."
Hearing this, the man was obviously relieved, then raised the corners of his lips and revealed a gentle smile: "I knew, I knew you would agree..."
"You've always been so kind."
"I believe you can do it, because you have the wisdom and courage that I don't have."
"I'm sorry, thank you..."
The man laughed and tears fell.
He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but he had no left arm and his right shoulder was seriously injured.
He could only lower his head even lower, not wanting Miel to see his embarrassment.
Miel silently took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped the corners of his eyes gently.
"...Don't be so nice to me. I always hurt you and cause you trouble." The man cried even harder. "I only rely on you because I have nowhere else to turn. I really am a very, very bad person..."
"Okay, that's enough. Don't cry, Rocas."
Miel finally couldn't help but call out the man's name, raising his hand to cover his head. "Since I've made you my follower, I will be responsible for you. I can't avenge you, and I can't fight against the Hounds of Tindalos, but I will do my best to save the people you want me to save. You... have a good rest."
Yes, the man is Rocas.
Rocas in another timeline.
Rocas is covered in scars but has become stronger.
It turns out that the reason he appeared in front of Rocas in this world was to save himself in this world.
It turns out that the reason he was secretly watching Rocas was to protect himself in this world.
The person who traveled through time and space many times, finally awakened Cthulhu, and completely changed Miel's fate was none other than Rocas.
The healing potion was placed back on the ground by Rocas, forming an angle of less than 120 degrees with the ground.
Something dangerous was glimpsed from behind this corner.
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The author has something to say: Don’t worry, everyone in this timeline will have a happy ending!
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