Chapter 67
Amira leaves.
Miel did not stop.
After all, she said so...
She is Shub-Niggurath's agent. To stop her is to stop Shub-Niggurath.
Not only did he not stop it, but Dindel didn't stop it, and even Rocas didn't stop it.
Miel was surprised.
He waited until Amira left before asking Rocas, "You didn't stop her?"
Rocas responded, "I always thought the church deceived her, which is why... But if this was her own decision, then I have no reason, no position, to stop her. Although I would be sad if she died, I respect all her decisions, just as I respect all yours."
"That's right," Miel responded, then looked at Dindel, questioning him with his eyes—why don't you fight for the god behind you? Even if it's just for her soul?
Noticing his gaze, Dindel looked up and met his gaze, then said, "I agree with what Rocas said."
"Okay, then, that's it."
In fact, Mier had the same idea - since he couldn't persuade her, he would just let her be.
However, Hailun couldn't understand: "What do you mean? Not saving her? Didn't you all want to save her? Why don't you save her? If this goes on, history will repeat itself..."
"That's not the case, Hyrum." Miel walked up to Hyrum and took the initiative to shake his hand.
Helen narrowed her eyes at him but did not shake off his hand.
"Saving Amira was just wishful thinking on our part from the beginning. We didn't know what Amira herself felt, but now we know," Miel patiently explained. "Just like before you knew I was trying to understand what a 'noble soul' was, you also wishfully thought that destroying the entire church would solve the problem, didn't you?"
“That’s different,” Hyrum retorted. “You are my agent, and Amira is not yours. You don’t need to care what she thinks, or what anyone else thinks.”
Hearing the word "agent", a hint of surprise flashed in Rocas's eyes, and then he silently dragged Dindel out of the hall.
Dindel didn't resist and let him drag him away.
Soon, only Miel and the two incarnations of Cthulhu were left in the hall.
Miel sighed: "See, you are always like this, not caring about anyone's thoughts, including mine - I don't want people to know that I am the agent of the great Cthulhu, especially by the people I care about."
Hyrum: "Rocas is your follower, and Tyndall wants your soul. They won't leave you for that—if that's what you're worried about."
Miel: “No, I care about what they think of me.”
Hyrum: "Why?"
Miel: “Because I have feelings.”
"...Ha." Hailun shook off Miel's hand and paced around the room irritably. "Feelings, feelings again."
He didn't feel "irritated," but after realizing that he couldn't understand something because he was missing something, he was caught in a dilemma.
——If you want to understand this matter, you must merge with Loen, and by merging with Loen, your wisdom and ability to act will be affected.
He liked the feeling of being able to move as a separate individual rather than as part of Cthulhu, as if he had thrown off a heavy burden.
So, after walking back, he insisted on asking Miel as an independent individual: "Putting aside all this, how are you going to fulfill your oath with Rocas?"
"You heard Rocas's answer," Miel replied. "Does it matter to you, even if it goes against the other party's wishes, as long as the oath can be fulfilled?"
Hyrum: "So what?"
Miel: "What is the meaning of the oath?"
Hyrum: "The oath itself is the meaning. Whoever breaks it will pay the price."
Miel: "So, if I say that I no longer consider you as a partner..."
"Okay, that's enough." Lorne suddenly spoke up, interrupting Miel, but his voice was calm, without much emotion.
He came to Miel and without explanation, picked him up horizontally, then changed his tone to gentle: "Miel, don't try to describe what summer is like to a bug that was born in winter and will die in winter, and don't get angry at its ridiculous answer. It's not worth it, it will only make me sad."
"...I'm sorry." Miel put his hand around Lorne's neck and lowered his eyelashes. "I said the wrong thing. No matter what, I will not break the oath between us."
Luo En: "No, you were the one who proposed the oath, and I was the one who agreed to it. Even if I have to break it, it's me who breaks it. You are right no matter what. If you want to terminate the oath unilaterally, it must be because I didn't fulfill it well."
"You..." Hailun frowned, looking as if he couldn't stand it any longer. But after he said the word "you", he was silent for a long time, and finally uttered only one sentence, "I don't understand."
Lorne turned to him, holding Miel horizontally and sneered, "You're asking how Miel fulfilled his vow with Rocas? I'd like to ask you, have you fulfilled your vow to be Miel's partner?"
Hailun: "..."
Hyrum: "I have never disobeyed..."
Hyrum: "Wedding vows simply say 'love each other, be faithful to each other, forever.' They never specify what a couple must do."
After Lorne sneered again, he carried Miel out of the hall.
Miel wanted to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, he heard his inner thoughts.
Lorne: [Ignore him.]
Lorne: [If you say one more word to him, I'll really want to amputate my limbs right then and there.]
Miel closed her mouth, looked at him, and blinked.
Luo En lowered his head and looked at him, then raised his head and looked forward. As he walked, he said in his heart: [For him, as long as he can get what he wants in a split state, he will not be able to make up his mind to merge. Therefore, you can't let him get it.]
【And what he wants most now is your approval. 】
Eh?
Miel opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked himself in his heart - why?
His voice could not reach Lorne.
But Lorne still gave an answer: [He has no emotions and only acts to fulfill the oath, so as long as you tell him that his current state cannot meet the requirements of playing the role of your partner, he will be willing to merge.]
Otherwise, he will keep trying to gain your approval—approval that he continues to exist in your side in a split state.
"I understand." Miel completely relaxed his body and no longer tried to argue with Helen.
Because as long as there is room for theory, Hyrum will not give up on making him accept that he continues to exist in a divided state.
——Actually, Miel doesn’t care about this, but Cthulhu seems to be very uncomfortable.
So, just to solve his lover's troubles, he will help Loen and Hyrum complete the fusion, and then adapt to the fusion.
Of course, before that, there is one more important thing to do.
Miel: "Cthulhu, did Amira go directly to the Earth Mother Cult?"
C'thulhun: "Yes."
Miel: "Then just carry me and fly over. I want to witness the result of the sacrifice ceremony with my own eyes."
C'thulhun: "Well, as you wish, my Miel."
…
C'thulhan carried Miel and flew above the Earth Mother Cult, and the two of them looked down from the sky together.
Amira stood on the sacred altar, folding her hands in front of her, standing gracefully and dignified, accepting the kneeling worship of all the believers of the Earth Mother Goddess.
After the kneeling ceremony, Tantan organized the believers to stand around the altar and prepare for the sacrifice ceremony.
Suddenly, a human paladin rushed to the altar and tried to take Amira away from the altar - it was Akt.
He somehow learned of Amira's decision and made a different choice from Miel, Rocas, and Dindel. He wanted to stop Amira.
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out between the two sides, Miel hurriedly aimed at Akter from a high altitude - a mental shock!
Akter's body fell down.
Amira looks up, her eyes catching sight of Miel high in the sky. She smiles, her lips moving as she utters the word “thank you.”
Miel muttered softly: "I'm not trying to help you, I'm trying to save Mr. Ackert."
He did not forget that in Rocas's memory, Akter died at the altar, probably because he could not accept Amira's choice, and clashed with the church believers, and was eventually killed.
And Amira actually chose to continue offering sacrifices after Akter's death.
"Cthulhu, tell me, is this really her own choice? Or was she influenced by the will of Shub-Niggurath?" Miel asked.
C'thulhane pondered for a moment before answering, "That depends on whether she is Shub's agent or Shub's incarnation."
After a pause, he explained: "If it's the former, then you are also my agent. I don't think my will can influence your choice. I can't even stop you from slapping me."
Miel: "...Although, I must say that one of the slaps was given before the contract was signed."
C'thulhan: "Hmm... But if it's the latter, if she is the incarnation of Shab, then, not only is she influenced by Shab's will, she is Shab's will itself."
Miel: "Cthulhu can't tell?"
C'thulhun: "If it were another incarnation of a god, I could probably tell it apart. For example, Inai has a nasty smell. But Shab, the power to create life comes from Him. That body is no different from anyone else's. The soul within that body... at least when it's in the mansion, it's normal."
Miel: "What about now? Not normal?"
C'thulhan: "Now, there is no trace of fate or karma in her soul, not even a trace of it."
Miel: "Huh? What do you mean?"
C'thulhun: "It means she's abandoned all emotional ties with everyone on the Liye continent, unloaded everything she once carried on her shoulders, and made it all—a sacrifice."
As C'thulhane said this, Amira turned over her palm, and a ball of colorful light appeared on her hand.
At that moment, the "colorful soul" became concrete in Miel's cognition.
It was a feeling that was hard to describe. His eyes should have seen white, and the light should have been white, but in his brain's perception, it had all kinds of colors, so gorgeous that it was beyond description.
Each color seems to represent a life from another person.
Amira has lived for more than 200 years and has come into contact with many people. She remembers all the people she has come into contact with in her heart and carries their lives on her shoulders.
Then at this moment, the soul is taken out of the body and made into a sacrifice.
Miel didn't dare to guess who was standing on the altar now.
Is Amira still Amira after she loses her soul?
Or Shub-Niggurath?
“My lambs, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” Amira says, her voice as gentle as ever, but her words strike Miel as strange, almost terrifying…
Amira: "Recite my name, pray to me, and tell me what you want."
The believers shouted in unison: "Praise you, Mother Earth Goddess Samantha! You are the origin of all life, the mother of all things! You are the god of life and harvest! We pray for your coming to bring us hope and abundance!"
Amira: "Begin, then, my lambs, and sing the praises of my awakening."
The devotees began to chant mantras.
The sacrifice ceremony was still the same, but this time, Amira was no longer lying on the altar, and even the object of sacrifice was no longer her life, but her soul.
As the spell was chanted, darkness gathered in the sky above the Earth Mother Cult.
This scene, which had appeared many times in Rocas's memory, appeared again.
But this time, the reality couldn't be more real.
Miel pursed his lips, ready to face the black goat kid at any time.
However, to his surprise, this time, no black goat kid fell from the sky.
Only a few black whip-like tentacles hung down from the deep darkness, violently sweeping away the colorful white light.
The spell stopped, and Tantarn took the lead in shouting: "Come down, our beloved Mother Goddess! Come down, Mother Earth Goddess Samantha!"
As he shouted, Amira's body floated into the air. She closed her eyes and let an invisible force hold her up.
After a while, a ball of lightless darkness descended, slowly falling in front of her, drilling into her body from her chest, replacing her originally brilliant soul.
She opened her eyes again, and her eyes, which were originally as blue as the clear sky, turned into a chaotic darkness.
"My lambs, reveal your true selves to me." She spoke, her voice still gentle, but with a subtle hint of condescension.
"Praise the Mother Goddess! We will reveal the truth to you!"
The believers cheered and took off the black veils on their heads.
Where the human head should have been, only half of it was normal.
The lower part is a human mouth and nose, while the upper part is composed of countless madly wriggling tentacles. The black whip-like tentacles are reminiscent of black goat kids.
——Why would killing the followers of the Earth Mother Cult also result in the birth of the Black Goat Kid?
—Because they themselves are the Dark Young.
Miel looked down from high above, seeing countless believers, countless indescribable heads, and countless wriggling tentacles.
He felt dizzy and felt the whole world start to spin, spinning faster and faster, making it impossible for him to tell which direction the sky was in and which direction the ground was in.
His head fell back weakly and his eyelids closed uncontrollably.
The first thing to go dark was the vision, followed by consciousness.
He fell into a coma.
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