Chapter 55
You will regret it.
You'll regret this. You'll regret this. You'll regret this.
The same words, played over and over again, every sentence, every word, every syllable, without any variation, as only the most sophisticated phonograph could achieve.
You will regret it.
It was repeated over and over again, as if to be engraved into Miel's soul.
Until Miel's consciousness forcibly broke free from the shackles of the gray fog and opened his eyes.
Last night, Miel remembered to draw the curtains, so at this moment, even though the sky was starting to get brighter and some light was sneaking into the room through the gaps on both sides of the curtains, the whole room was still dim.
In the dull darkness, for a while, I could only hear my own heartbeat and breathing.
Until Cthulhu beside him said, "Are you having a nightmare?"
"...Yeah." Miel hid in Cthulhu's arms, closed his eyes and felt his somewhat cold body temperature.
Lola's body temperature is cold, Anna's is hot, and Leon's is somewhere in between.
And Lorne's body temperature is between Lola and Leon.
However, this is a relative feeling and not accurate. After all, his own body temperature fluctuates.
For example, at this moment, his body temperature is abnormally high, making Cthulhu's body temperature look even colder than usual.
"I dreamed of that god again... the god that Father Tyndall believed in." Miel said in Cthulhu's arms with a hoarse voice, having just woken up. "Is it because Father Tyndall is next door? He came with Father Tyndall..."
"What did he do to you?" Cthulhu asked calmly, and it was impossible to judge his current emotions from his tone.
"He didn't do anything to me, he just forced me to believe in him," Miel said. "But this time, I responded and said 'no'. I said, I only believe in the great Cthulhu."
Hearing this, Cthulhu chuckled, as if satisfied with his answer.
Miel wanted to satisfy him, but laughing out loud was too...
Don't you worry about me?
"He won't hurt me, right?" Miel asked tentatively.
"Where is your wisdom and knowledge?" Cthulhu instantly stopped laughing and said disdainfully, "If He could harm you directly in your dreams, He wouldn't just force you to believe in Him."
Miel: “That’s right.”
Cthulhu: "Besides, isn't it just entering a dream? I can do that too."
Miel thought he was talking about the spell "nightmare": "You are creating dreams."
"No, creating a dream is creating a dream, entering a dream is entering a dream. Not only can I enter your dream, I can also bring you into my dream."
"Oh, yes, R'lyeh." Miel remembered that his first meeting with Cthulhu was in a "dream".
"Are you still sleeping?" Cthulhu asked as he put his arm around Miel's waist.
"Take a nap for a while." Miel let him hug her.
"good."
Miyer closed his eyes for a while but didn't fall asleep. When it got a little brighter, he got up.
The group had a quick bite to eat at the hotel and then set off for Guangyao City.
Inai said that Dingdel was a groom, and it was indeed Dingdel who was responsible for driving the horses on the road.
He was dressed in a black uniform and sat with his back straight at the front of the carriage, moving it at a moderate speed. He looked experienced.
Suddenly, without turning his head, he asked the person sitting behind him: "Miel Akunila, did you dream about anything last night?"
Miel: “…”
It feels like the murderer returns to the crime scene to check on the follow-up situation... Don't you know what I dreamed about last night?
But Miel thought about it and felt that Dingdel might really not know, because he had asked himself similar questions when he was not dreaming.
So after thinking for a moment, Miel responded with this: "The god you believe in seems to like me very much, but unfortunately, I have other beliefs. Could you please stop bothering me?"
Tyndall was silent for a moment after hearing this, then he sighed and said, "I'm sorry to have made your night less than pleasant... But I assure you, my Lord has no ill will towards you; He is just a little worried about you."
Miel: "Well, He didn't hurt me, but I said, I have other beliefs. Can He please stop bothering me? At least tonight, I want to get a good night's sleep."
Dingdel: "..."
Tyndall: "I understand. I will try to convey your message to Him, but I cannot guarantee that He will give up His attention to you."
"It's okay, thank you." Miel thanked politely.
He was not sure whether the god behind Dindel was good or evil, but he believed that Dindel himself was kind and lawful, and had helped him a lot in different timelines, so he still maintained his respect for Dindel.
At this moment, Rocas on the side spoke tentatively: "Dream... Come to think of it, I dreamed of a spider last night."
Miel: “…”
Rocas: "Master, didn't you ask me before if I had ever dreamed of a spider? I didn't dream of it then, but I did last night."
Miel: "...And then? What did He say to you?"
Rocas: "Him? No, I didn't dream of any gods. I just dreamed of a spider. Now that I think about it, it was huge, a little scary. Why didn't I notice that in my dream? Anyway, I followed it through a gray fog, and then I arrived at a very beautiful place. It was like entering another world, a world with very clear skies and seas."
Miel:?
How come we both dreamed of something so different in style even though we were both targeted by a spider-related deity?
"Dreamland." Cthulhu uttered a word beside Miel.
His voice was quiet, and he was speaking only to Miel, but Dindel heard it.
Not only did he hear it, he also responded: "Yes, the Dreamland. Since you know this place, then it's okay to tell you - my Lord is the Lord of Dreams. Those who believe in Him, whether in life or after death, can go to a place called the Dreamland. The Dreamland is not a dream, not a false fantasy, not a bubble that will be forgotten upon waking, but a real world."
Hearing this, Cthulhu sneered: "I thought you couldn't preach."
Tyndall: "In fact, I certainly wouldn't, nor would I need to—my Lord Himself would seek out those in need and provide them with assistance."
Miel didn't think that god had helped him in any way... No, He did give him guidance in his dream, hinting to him that the truth behind Bross was related to a book with silver words on a black background.
But this information was of little use to him...not as useful as the "Eye of Insight" that Cthulhu taught him.
Miel stared at Dindel's back without saying anything. Rocas, standing beside him, hesitated and said, "You mean, those who believe in the Lord of Dreams can enter the Dreamland? But I don't believe in Him..."
Dindel: "Whether you believe in Him or not, as long as you need help, you will be granted the qualification to enter the Dreamland. This is the embodiment of my Lord's gentleness."
【What nonsense is this dark elf talking about? 】
A voice suddenly came into Miel's mind - it was the voice of Cthulhu.
Miel instinctively turned his head to look at Cthulhu, and saw a tall elf with long, slightly curly silver hair. He was looking out the window with his head supported by one hand, looking very impatient.
[The Dreamland connects to the subconscious of all intelligent creatures on the continent. Any intelligent creature can enter as long as their consciousness sinks to a certain depth. No qualifications are required to enter.]
So that's it.
——Miel didn’t know whether Cthulhu could hear his thoughts, so he responded to him in his heart.
Cthulhu continued to complain in his heart:
[Lord of the Dreamland? You must be joking. There are more than one Ancient Ones living in the Dreamland, but none of them dares to claim to be the master of the Dreamland.]
[Perhaps His throne exists there, but He is just one of the gods who rules the Dreamland, no different from me.]
[If you want to go in, I can take you in. There's no need to believe in that inexplicable god.]
"Well, praise you, my great Lord." Miel said, raised his hand and drew a small octopus on his chest, and then drew a small triangle on each side of the octopus's body to represent its wings.
Cthulhu: “…”
I feel humiliated.
Which you?
——Miel asked in his heart.
Cthulhu didn't respond. It seemed he could only transmit his voice into his mind, not read his heart.
…
The topic related to the "Lord of Dreams" has come to an end.
Cthulhu never uttered a sound with his mouth again, and Dindel fell silent after Miel praised his own Lord.
Ina closed her eyes since she got in the car, and fell asleep with her head resting on Rocas's shoulder. Only she knew whether she was actually asleep or not.
After Rocas was sure that what he had done last night was not just a dream, but that he had really entered another world, he got goosebumps all over his body. He smoothed them with his hands and promised Miel, "I will not believe in any god unless that god's name is Miel."
Miel: “…”
Not necessarily...
However, it is better not to believe in the gods surrounding him, including Cthulhu.
After all, Cthulhu no longer has any extra mana pools to lend out.
…
The carriage traveled for several days, and when it was about to reach Guangyao City, Miel told her his plan: "I want to go to Isyana Castle first to visit the Lord of Guangyao City and the Saint, and learn some information about the Earth Mother Cult from them, and then go to the Earth Mother Cult."
There wasn't an ordinary person present, so Miel didn't need to beat around the bush and said directly, "As for the Earth Mother Cult, Lorne and I will go alone. Rocas, Inai, I'll help you prepare accommodation before we go, or you can find a place to stay on your own."
"No need, the Saint will help prepare it!" Ina said.
"Really? That's great." Miyer was relieved.
Rocas: “…”
Miel turned his head to look out the window. The surrounding buildings clearly showed the style of Guangyao City.
The world of Rocas's memories is gradually becoming reality in his eyes, and it feels wonderful.
Suddenly, he noticed that Cthulhu's brows were unnaturally frowned, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
Could it be that they sense Shub-Niggurath's presence? Could it be that the Supreme Mother Goddess is truly behind the Earth Mother Cult?
Cthulhu looked at him and said nothing, but he spoke in his heart.
Another part of me woke up.
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