Chapter 86
Cthulhu carried Miel horizontally, and with his tentacles, he wrapped Rocas and the nun-turned Shoggoth, leaving the Underdark and returning to Snow City. He ignored Inai.
The Acunaira mansion had been deserted for so long that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground.
Rocas fetched the cleaning tools with familiarity and said to Miel, "Leave the cleaning of the mansion to me. The master shouldn't waste his energy on such trivial matters."
As he said this, the Shoggoth, who had turned into a nun, had already crawled out a clean trail on the ground, as if it had swallowed all the dust on the ground into its body.
Miel was silent for a moment before saying, "Well, Rocas, the Akunila Mansion has never had a butler. From now on, this position will be yours. Shoggoth, listen to Rocas."
"Okay, Miel, our master!" The mature-looking Shoggoth opened several mouths and responded to Miel with several overlapping loli and shota sounds.
After Cthulhu made sure that there was no danger near Akunela's mansion, he went to R'lyeh alone through the abyss where Miel had fallen.
Miel went to his father's study, repaired the roof with magic, and then rearranged all the books on the bookshelf.
The position of lord can be very busy or very idle.
The lord and lady of Guangyao City are very busy every day, running around and negotiating for the livelihood of the residents of Guangyao City, building various facilities, and conducting various trades.
Bros Akunila basically didn't care about anything and focused on resurrecting his deceased wife. He just served as a powerful wizard to guard Snow City, deterring the forces that intended to invade Snow City.
Miel knew he couldn't achieve the same level of success as Guangyao City in a short period of time, so he planned to take it one step at a time. The first thing he had to do was establish and improve Snow City's judicial system, train law enforcement officers, and completely clean up the soil of crime in Snow City.
This was destined to be a long process, but it didn't matter. If Yug hadn't lied to him, then his life and soul would not have met the end he wanted. He had enough time and patience to accomplish everything he wanted to do.
It would be better if it took a longer time. If everything could be changed in an instant, it would only trouble him.
Miel sat at the desk where his father once sat, and wrote down all his plans one by one on the white paper with an ink-soaked quill.
He forgot about time while writing. Fortunately, he is no longer alone now.
Rocas knocked on his door. "Master, it's time for lunch. Do you want me to bring it to you?"
"No, I'll go out to eat by myself. Thank you, Rocas." Miel put down his pen and stood up from the table.
Rocas smiled and bowed to him. "It is my honor to serve you."
Miel came to the hall and found Ina there.
He sat down as if nothing had happened, then asked curiously, "Inai, I'm going to stay in Snow City for a while. Do you want to accompany me?"
In his opinion, Nyarlathotep did not seem like the kind of person who had the patience to stay in one place and not go anywhere.
Sure enough, Ina’s response was: “It depends on Ina’s mood. At least I don’t want to go anywhere recently!”
Miel: "Well, then you are not allowed to bully Rocas and Shoggoth."
Ina: "It depends on Ina's mood!"
…
After lunch, Miel returned to his study to write some notes. At dusk, Cthulhu pushed open the door of his study and said to him, "Miel, I will take you to R'lyeh. Not the R'lyeh in the dream, but the real R'lyeh."
Miel put down his pen, said "OK", and said nothing else.
Cthulhu, with long, slightly curly silver hair, walked slowly towards him.
He stood up and opened his arms to Cthulhu.
Cthulhu gently and skillfully wrapped his arms around his body and held him horizontally.
Miel relaxed in Cthulhu's arms and couldn't help but sigh: "The time I spent in your arms was almost as long as going to bed."
Hearing this, Cthulhu carried him out of the study and responded, "If you want, I can be your bed."
When they reached the edge of the abyss, Cthulhu put Miel down and then took out a piece of black cloth from somewhere.
"Cover your eyes, don't look, don't listen until I give you permission," he said.
"It sounds like some kind of training." Miel said this, but closed his eyes cooperatively.
Cthulhu gently blocked his vision with a piece of cloth and put his lips close to his ear: "If you could be trained, you wouldn't be Miel."
A holy soul, a colorful soul, to put it nicely, is to stick to oneself, to put it bluntly, is to be stubborn.
No matter how many colors you are stained with, you can maintain your original color. No matter how many people's lives you witness, you will not change your original character and pursuit.
Any being that can be loved by such a soul must be consistent with it in all aspects. If there is any conflict, it cannot be recognized.
The true meaning behind the oath of the old gods is that only when the old rulers are willing to protect humans for their human lovers will they be allowed to awaken in the world where humans live.
Although strictly speaking, high elves are not human, high elves who can fall in love with the Old Ones are not bound by species. No matter how big the difference between humans and high elves is, it is not as big as the difference between the Old Ones and high elves.
Miel's vision fell into darkness and his hearing became hazy, but his sense of touch became several times sharper.
He felt the hands holding him turned into somewhat cold tentacles. He felt himself being carried up into the air, and then plunged into water that was even colder than the tentacles.
His body seemed to have undergone some changes. He felt the salty sea water passing through his body, performing some kind of breathing behavior on behalf of his mouth and nose.
He didn't know how long it took before his feet finally found a foothold again, but the ground beneath his feet felt too smooth to be ground. It rose and fell slowly like a sleeping giant beast.
Miel really wanted to know whether he was standing on Cthulhu or R'lyeh?
A tentacle gently curled around his wrist, guiding him to touch something.
His slender fingers slid through the cold sea water and touched something smooth and soft.
He placed his palm on it and felt it carefully.
The unknown under my palms was indeed fluctuating like the unknown under my feet, maintaining a slow rhythm that made people drowsy.
He moved his palm, trying to feel the size of the body beneath it, but no matter where he touched, it was all smooth.
Until—it trembled.
The feeling of sweeping through something like a layer is like...
The eyeball moves under the eyelid.
What he was touching, something perhaps even larger than himself, was the eyelid of some gigantic creature.
Miel instinctively wanted to take a deep breath.
A large amount of sea water passed through his body, but it failed to calm his fluctuating emotions. Instead, it made him feel a little fear from the bottom of his heart.
He realized that he was now being enveloped and swallowed by a vast amount of unknown.
He was standing on something unknown, touching something unknown, and even his current state was unknown.
Miel: Miel, relax. If you can't even adapt to this level of unknown, are you worthy of being Cthulhu's lover?
Miel withdrew his hand from the unknown eyelid, stretched out his hand to his chest, and drew a small octopus with three tentacles on his chest. Then, he drew a triangle on each side of the octopus's body to serve as wings.
【……】
Feeling some unspoken emotions coming from nearby, Miel's lips curled up slightly.
Cthulhu, I sense you.
【……Um. 】
How can I do this?
Nothing.
As these words were conveyed directly into Miel's heart, the sea water surged, Miel's body was pushed away, and his feet left the unknown plane.
He relaxed completely, letting his body float in the cold water.
He worried about nothing because he knew that Cthulhu would not let him get hurt.
Sure enough, not long after, he felt something swimming in front of him, and then a human-like hand held his hand.
He was taken back to the unknown plane, and a voice appeared in his ears: "Miel, you can open your eyes."
Miel tentatively opened his eyes.
In an instant, the cloth blocking the view melted like candy, and the dark vision became as bright as day in an instant.
A high elf stood in front of him, her long, brightly colored, slightly curly hair fluttering in the sea water in an indescribably beautiful manner.
His face was that of C'thulhun, but the color of his eyes and hair was beyond Miel's cognition, making it impossible for him to tell what color it was. It seemed to be neither any color nor any color.
Miel stared at him blankly for a moment, then tentatively spoke in a normal voice, "Is your true form as gorgeous as this?"
He should still be in the sea, he could see bubbles floating everywhere, but he was breathing and talking normally as if he were on land.
"Perhaps." Cthulhu responded, "I don't know what I look like in your perception, but it doesn't matter - I can be whatever you want me to be."
"It's good to keep it like this." Miel responded.
"I think so too." Cthulhu said, approaching Miel.
His lips were almost touching Miel's, and he could have kissed her directly, but he still asked, "Can I?"
Miel answered him with his actions——
Miel kissed his lips and bit his lips, the kiss was intimate, passionate, and with a hint of non-aggressive ferocity.
Cthulhu got the answer and no longer hesitated. He raised his hand and pressed the back of Miel's head, kissing him back more fiercely, invading him, possessing him, and depriving him of his breath and sanity.
As they kissed, Miyer's clothes disappeared, and Cthulhu's tentacles wrapped around him one after another.
Miel panted, closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and did not resist, allowing Cthulhu to manipulate his body.
After a long time, when both of them had calmed down, Miel finally remembered to ask Cthulhu: "...So, are you completely awake now?"
"I've been asleep for too long, and my true form can't move yet. But I can assure you that the me that appears in your sight now possesses my full consciousness." Cthulhu responded, a sudden wicked smile on his face. "I haven't had a drastic personality change since waking up, and I kicked you away. Are you disappointed?"
Miel stared at him for a while and commented seriously: "It seems that his personality has changed a bit, but it's not a big problem."
Cthulhu: "...Don't judge me so seriously, it feels weird."
"Okay." Miel smiled. "Then, I'll give you a more detailed review after I've used it for a while."
Cthulhu raised a tentacle and tapped Miel's head lightly.
Miel ignored his warning, moved closer to him, hugged his waist, and buried his head in his bare chest: "No matter what, please stay by my side until the end of my life, great Cthulhu, the only Lord I believe in."
"How cunning! You know your life has no end." Cthulhu said this, but he reached out and hugged him back.
Then, she lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "I promise to stay by your side until the end of your life. This is a vow that I will always abide by and never break."
…
A few days later, a huge hole stretching for hundreds of miles appeared in the ice of the Akunila Snowfield, and a strange city emerged from the depths of the seabed. It was shrouded in white mist and could not be seen clearly, but through the white mist, one could see that its position and appearance changed every day.
It is alive, it moves, it transforms.
It is R'lyeh.
Miel, who officially inherited the throne of the Lord of Snow City, ordered the blockade of this sea area and no one was allowed to approach. The people who carried out his orders all looked a little strange - they had huge eyes and flat noses, which reminded people of the strange-looking fish in the deep sea.
The people of Snow City did not dare to guess the true identity of this group of people. They only knew that they suddenly appeared in Snow City and worked for Miel, and would absolutely obey Miel's orders.
Under the law enforcement of this group of people, the public security in Syracuse improved at an exaggerated speed.
But no one has ever seen what this group of people look like when they are resting.
Rumor has it that they don't live in Snow City, but in the city on the sea.
They lived in R'lyeh.
…
It was another sunny morning. An elf girl with long silver hair sat on the roof of Akunela's mansion, swinging her legs and yawning.
Suddenly, she looked up at the clear sky and smiled with satisfaction.
"You must be tired of hearing horror stories. This time it's a story about love. How do you feel about it?"
"If that satisfies you, that would be great."
"My great master, master of all things."
"Azathoth."
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The author has something to say: The main text should be finished, let me think about what to write in the sequel.
I will probably open the Tindalos one first because it has the most collections.
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