Chapter 7
Miel originally wanted to let the three tree elves hang upside down on the tree until they were found and rescued.
But apart from the three of them, there was really no one else who would have the leisure to come near the Akunila mansion.
In other words, if they couldn't free themselves, they might hang there until they died.
So, in order to be able to see and torture them alive in the future, Miel finally used the Touch of the Abyss to cut all the ropes and let them down.
Both sides of Shaman's cheeks were red and swollen after being hit by Miyer. How could he, who had always been domineering, have ever suffered such humiliation?
Unable to defeat Miel, he took out all his anger on his companions.
He first kicked Adila hard: "Waste! Coward!"
Then he stepped on the back of Moda's neck and forced him to kneel on the ground: "I didn't expect you to have such thoughts about me all this time! How disgusting!"
After venting his anger, he turned and ran away, leaving behind Adila who was still crying and Moda who looked desperate.
Miel originally planned to release the man and return to the mansion. He wanted to ask his father if he knew that he almost died?
But the scene before him made him unable to help but ask Moda one more question: "For him, you even gave up your dignity, but in return you only received a disgusting word. Is it worth it?"
Moda didn't answer. He crossed his arms and hugged himself, curled up into a ball, his eyes empty and lifeless.
Not all emotions can be reciprocated, let alone such a forbidden love?
It's like taking a big gamble, betting everything you have, but losing everything.
Seeing that he had no intention of answering him, Miel stopped wasting time on him and turned to walk towards Acuña's mansion.
Cthulhu followed him wordlessly, and only spoke when they were almost at the door: "If I understand correctly, same-sex attraction is not generally recognized by elves?"
"That's right." Miel answered without turning his head, his tone cold.
“But you…”
Miel paused, then quickly walked forward as if nothing had happened, but his tightly pursed lips and accelerated heartbeat betrayed his guilty conscience.
He waited for his great Lord to judge him mercilessly and crush his dignity like Moda's dignity, but nothing happened.
Cthulhu's next words were: "You know what? Your declaration of continued revenge sounds to me more like an excuse for not carrying it out."
"Are you disappointed?" Miel took out a sapphire ring from the inside pocket of his clothes, put it on his left thumb, and placed his thumb close to the door.
After a "click", the heavy door of Akunela's mansion slowly opened.
"Mr. Czulola really prefers to see rivers of blood?" Miel asked casually. His voice entered the mansion and was amplified by the echo, highlighting the emptiness and silence of the Akunila mansion.
Although it was daytime, the interior of the mansion was eerily dark, as if the two had stepped into the mouth of a giant monster.
Cthulhu looked around curiously and responded to Miel's words: "No, perhaps I have made many people waste their lives, even their entire lives, on me, but I have no motive to kill them."
"And you do."
"Although I still don't quite understand the definition of 'dignity'. Is it the freedom to do whatever you want without being bound by anyone? Or is it an invisible realm that no one is allowed to set foot in?"
"But I can probably understand that when you signed the contract with me, you also gave up something called dignity."
"Something that is worthless to me, but you value it so much."
"Since you're willing to give them up, that means they're worth so much that you're willing to give up something so precious just to get revenge, right?"
"Yet you, like this, allow them to live."
"Wait, I get it!"
Cthulhu suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
Miel turned his head to look at him, with suspicion in his eyes.
What do you understand?
"So that's it, so that's how it is!" Cthulhu was as excited as a child who finally understood why one plus one equals two.
Miel: “…”
What on earth do you understand?
"To you, dignity is more important than life, so you deprive them of their dignity and spare their lives. This way, even if they still survive, the rest of their lives will be filled with pain. So this is what continuous revenge means! It doesn't require you to constantly participate in it to be called continuous revenge."
Miel: “…Yeah.”
There's nothing wrong with that. Miel did hold similar thoughts, but it felt a little strange when the great Cthulhu analyzed them so seriously.
I feel a bit ashamed...
Yes, because the premise of all this is based on the fact that he values dignity more than life, and as such, he made a deal with Cthulhu with his dignity.
Fortunately, Cthulhu just looked at him and didn't do anything to him.
Just as I finished thinking this, Cthulhu's next words were: "Then my next research target is definitely dignity. The research object is you, and the time and place are up to you. I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."
Miel: “…”
Miel: "Okay, give me some time."
Miel didn't know how Cthulhu wanted to study his dignity...but he was His property, and He had the right to use him - this was part of the contract, the terms he had to abide by as the price for being able to use magic again.
Cthulhu had been gentle enough to let him decide the time and place of the research, and it would be rude to refuse.
In addition, he finally understood why the great Cthulhu could tolerate his two slaps, because Cthulhu had no concept called "dignity". To Him, it made no difference whether it was the face, the body, or the tentacles that were hit.
It felt like a newborn kitten gently stepped on the instep of its foot. It didn't hurt, and it didn't feel like any of its dignity was being trampled upon.
It turns out that only Mr. Czulola's appearance has become a perfect elf.
…
Miel walked into the hall and the surrounding lights automatically lit up. Bright light poured down, forcing the darkness back to a corner where no one cared.
The heavy door slowly closed, and when it was completely closed, it locked with a "click", and the echo resounded throughout the hall.
Miel stepped into the corridor. The lights in the corridor, from near to far, were awakened from his sleep one by one, opened their bright eyes, and illuminated the way to the end.
"Tick, tick, tick."
Miel was wearing leather shoes with heels. The heels were not high, but when he stepped on the smooth floor, they still made a cold sound that could not be ignored.
Neither fast nor slow, neither hurried nor slow, beating in a certain rhythm, like some kind of secret countdown.
In contrast, Cthulhu's footsteps were almost silent. He seemed to be weightless, following Miel like a ghost.
Finally, Miel arrived at his father, Bros Akunilla's room and knocked on the door.
Not long after, he heard footsteps coming from inside the room through the door.
After a while, the doorknob turned and the door was opened. It was Miel's father who appeared behind the door.
This elf, who is over 500 years old, still maintains his youthful appearance. Not to mention wrinkles, he doesn't even have a beard on his face. One can only tell that he has already reached adulthood by looking at his deep eyes.
The growth rate of elves before the age of 20 is similar to that of humans. Their appearance is basically finalized at the age of 20. Although they officially become adults at the age of 100, Miel is now a young man with outstanding temperament in the eyes of humans.
Then, until the age of 600, elves will maintain their appearance at age 20, and only start to show signs of aging when they enter old age at age 600.
Bros Akunela, he has the same long white hair as Miel Akunela, his eyes are slightly lighter in color than Miel's, and his facial features are more three-dimensional.
At first glance, he gave people the impression of being a little paranoid, perhaps because of his sharp eyes, perhaps because of his tight lips, or perhaps because of the almost neurotic obsession revealed in his aggressive expression.
But the moment he saw Miel, his tense expression quickly melted like snow in the sun, revealing a gentle smile: "Oh, it's my dear Miel, what can I do for you?"
Miel's eyes passed Bross and quickly scanned his room, but he didn't see any women or anything else worth noting.
He smiled in response, and for the first time, there was a hint of real laughter in his smile: "Dad, we haven't seen each other for a week. I missed you a little, so I came to see you."
"I see. I'm fine." Bross said, then noticed the elf behind Miel. "Who is this?"
"His name is Lola, and he's my..." Miel was not sure how to introduce his great lord to his father.
Friends? Mercenaries?
Before he made his choice, Cthulhu took the initiative to speak: "His guard, father. Your child has been in some trouble recently and asked me for help. I promised to protect him from any harm."
"Who bullied you?" Bross looked back at Miel, frowned slightly, and showed a concerned expression.
"Just a few brats," Miel replied. "Don't worry, Father. I've already asked Mr. Lola to teach them a lesson. Ever since I can no longer use magic, there have always been guys who don't know how to spell the word 'respect' who come to give me trouble. But now, with Mr. Lola here, there's nothing to worry about."
"That's good." Bross breathed a sigh of relief.
Miel could see nothing unusual in his expression.
His father really cared about him.
Shaman and the others really misunderstood something.
Miel had originally wanted to ask Bross what he thought about his disappearance for a week, but now, Miel didn't want to ask anymore.
He didn't want his father to worry about him.
He also didn't want to expose the fact that he had once brought shame to the Akunela family.
As the only young master of the Akunila family and the only heir to the Lord of Snow City, how could he have ever been bullied?
How could he have been stepped on and slapped like a dog?
"Nothing else. I'm sorry for disturbing my father's rest. I'll go back to my room." Miel said, turning and leaving.
However, after turning his body 45 degrees, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "By the way, father, Mr. Lola will be at home for a while. Do you have anything to tell him?"
After hearing this, Bross thought for a moment and said, "Don't run around. Don't go to your mother's room or the basement. It's too dirty there and not suitable for entertaining guests."
"Okay, father, I'll remember that. I'll keep a close eye on Mr. Lola and prevent him from running around. I wish you a pleasant afternoon."
After Miel said this, he closed the door for his father and pursed his lips.
The basement?
I'll go check it out later.
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