Chapter 64
Miel used magic to cleanse his body and slept until dawn without dreaming.
He thought he would dream about the spider-related god again, but he didn't.
Is it because he slept too deeply, or because of the anti-peeping barrier set up by Cthulhu?
Or perhaps, were Father Tyndall's prayers heard?
In any case, Miel had a good sleep and felt refreshed.
He tied his soft silver hair with a blue ribbon and smiled at C'thulhan: "Good morning, my dear."
C'thulhan leaned close to him, gently pinched his chin, kissed his lips, and then said, "Good morning, dear."
Miel maintained his smile, enjoying his current relationship with Cthulhu.
Cthulhu put aside his arrogance for him, and he accepted Leon.
This was a good progress, which made Miel full of confidence in his own and Cthulhu's future - whether it was Hyrum or other incarnations, he would slowly accept them just like he accepted Leon.
Of course, this requires Cthulhu to work with him to build a way of getting along that makes both of them feel comfortable.
Thinking of Hyrum, Miel said to Cthulhun, "Cthulhu, take me to Hyrum. I still have many questions about the Book of Prayers that I would like to get answers from him."
To this, C'thulhun responded: "Don't look for him, he's right outside the door."
Miel:?
Does "outside the door" refer to the outside of the mansion or...
Miel tentatively walked to the door and opened it.
The door opened, and a man stood upright at the door. Who else could it be but Csu Hyrum?
The blue-haired elf stood facing the door, supporting his chin with one hand and supporting his elbow with the other.
Meeting Miel's gaze, he remained expressionless and spoke calmly, "You got up late, why?"
Miel: “…”
It’s so frustrating that I can’t say “you know” like Hyrum.
But Miel didn't want to answer properly.
Because he was depressed.
"You should be satisfied," Miel said. "This is proof that your skills are recognized by me."
Hyrum:?
Lorne: “It’s my technique.”
Miel: "You are one person."
Lorne: “Yes, but it’s my technique.”
Okay, now there is one more person making Miel depressed.
However, the situations of Lorne and Hyrum are indeed different from those of Lola and Leon.
Lola and Leon were forced to remain divided because they didn't want to hurt him.
As for Loen and Hyrum, they chose not to merge.
To be precise, it was Helen who unilaterally did not want to merge with Loen.
So their self-perception is not unified?
Just as Miel was hesitating whether to change to a more understandable response, Hailun said calmly: "I think I understand. In addition to physical fatigue, spiritual satisfaction can also affect the length of sleep. It seems that you are very satisfied with my tentacles and wings."
Miel: “…Hmm.”
"That's irrelevant. I'm waiting here for you to wake up because I want to continue our conversation from last night," Hyrum said, getting to the point. "Last night, you mentioned the contract, and it really dawned on me. Indeed, if the 'prayer' in the Book of Prayers is considered a contract, then God will certainly act to fulfill it. But a contract is a two-way choice. If the very existence of the Book of Prayers is considered a contract, I'm curious what price, besides faith, Amira's parents paid to obtain it."
Miel wanted to say, "You ask me, who should I ask?" But he understood that Hyrum came to ask him because he recognized his wisdom.
Hyrum dislikes Lorne not because Lorne is also the incarnation of Cthulhu, but because he thinks Lorne is stupid.
Helen hates stupidity.
Therefore, Miel didn't want to be disliked by him along with Loen because he couldn't answer Hyrum's questions.
But he really had no idea about this question and didn't even know where to start guessing.
Just as he was feeling embarrassed, Miel caught a glimpse of Amira's figure out of the corner of his eye and quickly raised his hand and made a "hush" gesture.
Miel: “Let’s talk later.”
Hyrum: "Okay."
A pleasant consensus was reached, and Miel breathed a sigh of relief. He walked around Hyrum and approached Amira, smiling and bowing. “Good morning, Miss Amira. How did you sleep last night?”
Amira returns the same smile and bows gracefully. “Good morning, Master Miel. Thank you for your concern. I had a good rest last night, and I hope you had a pleasant night, too.”
Miel was about to respond when Amira said, "But, I want to ask..."
There was a hint of hesitation on her beautiful face.
Miel closed his mouth and waited patiently for her next words.
After a moment of silence, Amira, as if resolved, looked at Miel with a determined gaze and spoke, “Actually, I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was in a gray fog. At the end of the fog stood a huge black shadow. I was like an ant before it. In a gentle female voice, it invited me to believe in it. It said that if I did, it would teach me what a ‘noble soul’ is.”
Miel: “…”
Father Tyndall, look at what you are doing following me!
Oh, you are here to preach.
“Of course I refused,” Amira continues. “I told Him, I’m sorry, but while I do want to know what a ‘noble soul’ is and whether I am the ‘right soul,’ I trust myself more than any other god, so I cannot believe in Him.”
Miel: “I totally agree with your answer.”
Amira: “So, the question is—do we dream of Him because we possess ‘noble souls’?”
Miel: “Huh?”
Before this, Miel had never thought of combining "making the pendant glow" and "dreaming of God" together, but... why not?
Amira continues, “I actually got up an hour ago and asked Rocas, who told me that you and he both dreamed of the deity, not to mention Mr. Tyndall, who is a staunch believer in the deity. But none of the guards who were around the house last night dreamed the same thing.”
Amira: "I wanted to seek answers directly from Mr. Tyndall, so I came in this direction, and I was surprised to see you coming out of the room."
No wonder. Miel said that Amira's room was some distance away from his room, so how could she appear in the corridor opposite his door? It turned out that she was not looking for him, but for Dindel, who lived next door to him.
"I understand," said Miel. "I will go with you to see Father Tyndall."
Amira nodded, no surprise on her face, having obviously learned Dindel's identity from Rocas.
Miel followed Amira to Dindel's room, thinking as she walked.
Tyndall's hope that all souls could enter the Dreamland after death must be sincere, but the god behind him may not be so kind.
If that god really targeted him, Rocas, and Amira one by one for the sake of "noble souls", then... what did he want to do with their souls?
Miel came to Dindel's door and knocked.
After a while the door opened.
Tyndall stood at the door with a melancholy look in his eyes. He seemed to have just woken up. Although his hair seemed to have been combed, he was wearing pajamas.
His pajamas, unlike his coat, were white.
The first time I saw him wearing white, I was a little uncomfortable. He seemed less steady and more fragile.
Miel knew that Amira was around 200 years old, but had no idea how old Dindel was.
Although he tried to check the time corresponding to the war that broke out between the goddess of darkness, Shar, and the devil of the nine hells, Rafar, the book showed that it was 800 years ago, and Dindel could not have lived for more than 800 years.
Elves are immortal, not immortal. They will age quickly after they are over 600 years old. Dindel still looks young, so he should not be over 600 years old.
But he is definitely older than Amira.
Miel greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Father Tyndall, I hope we didn't disturb you?"
"No," Father Tyndale responded. "How can I help you?"
Miel: "Let's sit down and talk."
Tyndall: “Okay.”
The three of them sat down at the coffee table, Miel and Dindel facing each other, and Amira sat next to Miel.
Perhaps influenced by Hyrum, Miel asked this question directly without any preparation: "Father Tyndall, what does the God you believe in want to do with 'noble souls'?"
His question was so direct that both Dindel and Amira fell silent.
Dindel looks down at the table, while Amira's eyes flicker with surprise at Miel's face.
Lorne and Hyrum followed in. Lorne didn't have any special reaction, but Hyrum raised his eyebrows and looked at Mielle with undisguised admiration in his eyes.
Tyndall was silent for a long time. He said nothing, but "nothing" itself was an answer.
"You know," Miel's face showed a hint of disappointment. "If you didn't know the answer to this question, you would definitely ask me why I thought the God you believe in doesn't need the faith of Rocas, Amira, and me, but our souls. Father Tyndall, I'm disappointed. I once sincerely believed that you wanted to save us all."
"I want to," Dindel finally spoke, his tone calm. "I want to save everyone, but I can't save everyone. I can only try my best to save more people."
Miel: "Then please answer me, were you saving Rocas's soul for him or for your God?"
Dingdel: "For him, and to save more people."
Miel: "Do you really think that letting him in this world bear that heavy memory is for his own good?"
"Yes," Tyndall responded, neither servile nor overbearing. "Memory is a gift bestowed upon everyone by life. Only by seeing clearly our past selves can we achieve the future we desire. Recalling certain moments may occasionally bring regret and pain, but it is precisely because of these memories that we can avoid the same regret and pain in the future."
Miel: "I agree with what you said, but please tell us, what is a 'noble soul'? Only by knowing this answer can we avoid regret and pain."
Tyndall fell silent again.
This time, Hyrum didn't have the patience to wait for him to speak. "Lord of Dreams, who gave Him that nickname? The god you believe in is Atlachnacha, the Spider God, right?"
Tyndall still said nothing, but his lips pursed slightly.
"It is indeed Him." Hailun said and walked out the door.
Miel stood up suddenly, chased after him in a few steps, and grabbed his wrist: "What are you going to do?"
Being able to take action is a good thing, but when it comes to another Old One, Miel is really afraid that if Hailun leaves, the Liye Continent will be gone tomorrow.
Hyrum stopped and let him grab her wrist. Without turning around, she responded, "Since the priest won't tell me, I'll just ask the deity behind him. Since He's somewhere in the Dreamland, I'll definitely find Him even if I search the entire Dreamland."
"But K...Lorne said..."
Before Miel could finish his words, C'thulhan interrupted him, "And then? After we find them, what then? A fight? Haha."
He sneered and pried open Miel's hand that was holding Helen's wrist, then held it in his own palm.
Then he continued to look at Hailun and said, "I admit that you are smarter and more decisive than me. I know you don't care about the life and death of anyone other than Miel. The destruction of Guangyao City has nothing to do with you, and the destruction of Xuecheng has nothing to do with you. But whether you can't understand it or don't want to understand it, remember this - if your actions lead to irreversible consequences and cause Miel to collapse, then the moment I fully wake up, that will be the moment you are amputated."
Hailun: "..."
Miel looked at Helen's silent back and felt the warmth of Loen's palm. Although he didn't know what answer Helen would give, he felt strangely at ease.
When Miel first met Leon, he was really afraid that Lola would be swallowed and disappear forever. To him, that would be no different from Lola's death, so he cried that night, not because he felt wronged for carrying out the order to kneel down, but because he thought Lola was gone.
But now, he realized one thing more and more clearly - between any two incarnations of Cthulhu, there is no one suppressing or devouring the other. His consciousness, like that of all ordinary people, will pull back and forth between different ideas and finally come up with the only answer.
Am I important enough to Hyrum to stop moving forward with determination?
The answer is——
Hailun turned around, lowered his head and looked at Miel, and asked him, "Why did you collapse?"
Before Miel could answer, Lorne spoke first: "Because he is different from you, he has feelings."
Hailun: "..."
Hailun didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't leave either.
Even if no one was holding his wrist now.
At this moment, Dindel, who had been silent for a long time, spoke. In his steady voice, he calmly said, "I don't know what a noble soul is. I don't know what kind of soul can make that red pendant glow, but... I do know what kind of soul can gain the favor of the Lord of Dreams."
"——Colorful soul."
"I can see the colors of souls."
"Miel Akunila, Amiraisyana, and Rocas."
"Your souls are all colorful."
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The author has something to say: Damn it, every time I write this article, I feel so conflicted when choosing the summary. I want to attract people to click in, but I’m also afraid of revealing any spoilers.
Has anyone guessed what Spider wants to do with these people's souls? Actually, I've laid out a lot of foreshadowing.
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