Chapter 70
My interesting follower, Naya, calls Miel this way.
Miel didn't know what this meant, but he didn't have time to think about it right now.
He helped Cthulhu up from the ground, his eyes focused on his face, observing his reaction.
Hyrum is so resistant to fusion. Even if they are forced to merge, they can split up at any time if they want to, right?
However, to Miel's surprise, after Cthulhu stood up, he stared at his palm for a few seconds, then turned back to stare at Miel for a few seconds, and then said: "Don't worry, I'm fine. In fact, I feel better than ever."
Miel:?
Cthulhu: "Many questions have been answered, and my thinking has become much smoother."
Miel: "So I should thank Naya?"
Cthulhu: "No. I don't think Naya would be so kind. Perhaps what happens next will please Him—I don't mean that kind of thing."
"I understand." Miel knew what Cthulhu wanted to say.
Nayyah has helped many people, but his help often leads to bad things.
There are many examples like Bross, Rocas, and Tantan.
Miel doesn't know what will happen next, but his life will never be peaceful since he is targeted by Naya.
But none of this matters to him now.
Now he just wanted to know: "Cthulhu, after you merged, did you not have any thoughts of splitting up?"
Cthulhu: "Maybe it sounds strange to you, but yes."
Miel: "No, that's not surprising. When your brain and wings, which control your emotions, split apart, you immediately changed the thoughts you held before the split."
Miel still remembered that after Lola was beaten to pieces by the Hounds of Tindalos, Leon said he wanted to split out an avatar to play Lola, but the next second all his plans were overturned by the split Anna.
This shows that although all the incarnations of Cthulhu will not disappear due to fusion, some of their ideas will change due to fusion and splitting.
In his split state, Helen resisted merging with Lorne because he didn't want to be dragged down by emotions. He denied the value of emotions and felt that they would only affect the efficiency of his decision-making and actions.
But after the fusion, he no longer seemed to think that the existence of feelings and emotions was worthless.
Miel couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Hailun, let me ask you alone, how do you feel after you have a relationship?"
"It's a bit difficult for you to ask him alone." Cthulhu responded, "If you want me to split, I will consider it according to the situation, but I don't want to separate my rationality anymore. The idea of firmly believing that not merging is the right thing to do is really scary when I think about it now."
Cthulhu's words seemed to be spoken from Ron's perspective, but his words already had the flavor of Hyrum.
Miel couldn't imagine Hyrum as his partner, but he found Lorne, who had merged with Hyrum, acceptable.
Just like Lorne was Lola with emotions and a desire to dominate, the person standing in front of him now was just a more rational and more proactive Lorne.
"No need to split up, it's good the way it is now," Miel said. "Although it may take me some time to adapt, fortunately I like Lorne and don't hate Hyrum."
Having said that, a hint of hesitation appeared on his beautiful face.
He glanced at Rocas beside him, then spoke tentatively, "Well... it's time for us to have dinner. After dinner, I think we should leave for Moon City tonight... is that okay?"
Originally, Miel planned to rest for a night and go to Moon City the next day, but after Naya said that, it gave people the illusion that they would definitely do something tonight. Even if they did nothing, they would be considered to have done something. Therefore, in order to avoid suspicion, it would be better to set off tonight.
However, Cthulhu rejected his proposal: "No. Tonight, I want to fulfill my promise with you again."
Miel was silent, and Rocas quietly stepped back to distance himself from him.
Cthulhu said bluntly and without regard for the others: "Every time we merge, I feel that I didn't perform well the last time. I can feel that I am becoming more and more complete and perfect. I am eager to wash away your impression of the incomplete me in the past. So, tonight, I want to fulfill our promise to you again. Is that okay?"
Miel: ...Of course you can, but don’t say it in front of Rocas!
Perhaps sensing Miel's embarrassment, Rocas spoke up, "Master, I don't understand what you're talking about, but I don't think we need to rush. I need at least one night to sell today's earnings, so could you, at least tonight, stay in Guangyao City?"
Miel sighed secretly and said "Okay".
Rocas: "Thank you, Master. Please allow me to leave for now and return to serve you tomorrow morning."
Miel: “Okay.”
After getting Miel's answer, Rocas bent down to him, then grabbed Ina's hand and ran away with her.
Ina's question was heard in the distance: "Rocas, how dare you pull me!"
Rocas: "Ms. Inai, let's talk about the Fist of Yog-Sothoth."
Ina: "I don't know anything about the Fist of Yog-Sothoth!"
Rocas: "Really? That's great! I'll teach you!"
Ina:?
Miel looked at the two people's backs as they walked away and couldn't help but sigh: "Lukas is so gentle."
He knew that Rocas actually understood everything and said that to protect his dignity.
"You are more gentle." Cthulhu said, "You don't have to care about his thoughts. Look at other nobles. They have people to help them change clothes and take baths. No matter how bad their bodies are, they don't care about being seen by their followers."
"I admit that such nobles do exist, but—does their existence make them right?" Miel responded. "Take the slave trade, for example. On the Liye continent, it's never carried out openly, but it has always existed in the dark. Can we say it's right?"
Miel: “Just because certain identities, certain professions, certain practices exist, and have existed for a long time, doesn’t mean they are right.”
Miel: "Being a follower is a profession. Providing services to their masters is their duty, but that doesn't mean they are less than human. If you feel ashamed of exposing your body in front of others, you will feel ashamed of exposing your body in front of your followers. There's nothing strange about that. Even if I'm the only one who thinks this way, it's not me who's weird, it's others."
Cthulhu: "You are right."
Cthulhu: "That's why I like you."
Cthulhu's sudden confession left Miel stunned.
Miel looked up in surprise and met his gaze, and suddenly discovered that the color of his eyes had changed. They were no longer blood red, but a soft rosy red, exactly the same as the sunset tonight.
Cthulhu reached out and held Miel's hand and lifted it up. In the process, black liquid covered his tight body and formed a white garment.
Cthulhu was no longer shirtless. His clothes were similar to those of a knight, perhaps to better serve as Miel's guard.
"My dear Miel, I must say that every incarnation of mine loves you very much, every one of them."
"Lola feels that you are full of secrets, like a magic box waiting to be opened. I am very curious about what kind of surprises are inside."
"Leon wants you to surrender to him. Every time you resist, he doesn't give up. Instead, it makes him more unwilling to give up and want you more and more. In order to get you, he constantly lowers his standards and restrains his desires."
"Anna likes your gentleness and delicacy, and Helen appreciates your wisdom and rationality."
"Although each of my incarnations has a different attitude towards you, and although there have been unpleasant experiences between us, I want you to know that all of me like you. The degree and the way are different, but the only thing that is the same is that I like you."
"Miel, darling, I love you."
After Cthulhu finished speaking, Miel's eyes turned red.
This is an impeccable confession, without any vows or room for misunderstanding.
Perhaps, this was Cthulhu's first formal confession of true feelings.
Miel never expected that the great Old Ones would really fall in love with him. From the very beginning, he just wanted to experience the feeling of having a partner in his fragile life that could disappear at any time.
He had never expected to hear such a sincere confession.
He put his arms around Cthulhu's waist, put his body into his arms, and responded with a slightly crying voice: "I like you too..."
"I like how Lola respects me."
"I like Lyon's flamboyance."
"I like Anna's gentleness."
"I also like Hyrum's drive."
"I like you, Cthulhu. Although I don't know what your next incarnation will be like, for you, I will try my best to adapt."
"Yeah." Cthulhu raised the corner of his lips and responded softly, gently holding Miel horizontally.
A familiar hug.
Except that Anna might not be able to hold him, any incarnation of Cthulhu would hold him in the same way.
Miel raised his hands and hooked them around Cthulhu's neck, letting him carry him into a hotel.
Entering the room, he quipped quietly, "This time, no incarnation of yours will suddenly barge in and interrupt us."
Cthulhu: "...I'm sorry, I was like that back then..."
Miel: "No need to explain, I understand, I don't blame you."
Cthulhu carried Miel to the bed and kissed his forehead. Then, while using the Touch of the Abyss to form a shield that blocked everything, he softly asked, "Now that we've solved the problem in the Moon City sewers, what are you going to do next?"
"Honestly, I don't know." Miel replied, relaxing in bed. "Actually, I want to know what kind of contract my mother signed with Yug, but I don't know how to investigate... I no longer want to live in Glory City. Perhaps I'll return to Snow City to inherit the throne and build Snow City like Glory City... No, if I'm determined to build it, then I'll build it to the best, even better than that. I'll make all those who have hurt others pay the price, and prevent all those who live peacefully from being hurt."
"Yes, you will," Cthulhu responded.
Miel: "So what about Cthulhu? What do you want to do?"
Cthulhu: "When I fully awaken, I will give you a city."
Miel: “Huh?”
Cthulhu: "It's called R'lyeh."
…
In the underdark, in the Moon City sewers, in the pitch-black darkness, something was moving.
As it moved, it made strange noises:
"Tickley, tickley."
It doesn't sound like a human voice and cannot be simulated. It just makes similar sounds.
Countless sounds come together, as annoying as the chirping of cicadas.
Suddenly, one of the voices imitated the Elvish language and said: "Miel is coming, our master, is coming, Tiekeli."
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