Chapter 9
Even though he was mentally prepared, Mier was still overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame the moment his pants were pulled down.
He instinctively wanted to resist, but his hands were pinned to the bed by Cthulhu, making him unable to move - perhaps Cthulhu predicted that he would have such a reaction, so he controlled his hands above his head.
This is normal. No one would not be on guard after being slapped twice.
However, unlike when he was in the abyss, this time, he was not the only one who felt the shame.
Cthulhu stopped all movements, stared at him silently for a while, and suddenly turned his gaze away.
It seems like he is thinking about something, but also like he is avoiding something.
After a delicate silence, He spoke, "I understand."
Miel: “…”
I'm too lazy to complain anymore.
No, let me just complain.
He just pulled down my pants... I wonder what you, the great one, understand now?
"This intense sense of shame is proof that one's dignity has been damaged," Cthulhu said. "Just as one feels pain when injured, one cries for help when one's dignity is damaged."
"You convinced yourself that you could accept my invasion, just like convincing yourself that you would become stronger after experiencing pain. But when you were actually invaded, your body and your will still instinctively resisted and called for help."
Miel pursed his lips.
With such a shameful attitude, it is impossible to listen to Cthulhu's research report properly.
But there was one thing he had to correct: "No...invasion...you did not invade me."
Please don't say it as if you are invading him.
Just pull down his pants, that's all...
"I mean, I invaded your territory." Cthulhu explained, "I didn't invade your body, but I invaded your territory, so your dignity was damaged. Although I don't understand where the boundaries of this territory are, it is obvious..."
Miel didn't know what came after "obviously".
He was a little curious, so he listened, and listened quite attentively.
But Cthulhu suddenly stopped.
Miel raised his eyes in confusion to look at Cthulhu's blurred face.
Vague……
While he was still confused, Cthulhu suddenly loosened his pants, stretched out the evil hand that pulled down his pants in front of his eyes, and gently wiped his thumb across the bottom of his eyes, wiping away something wet.
It's his tears.
Ah, it turns out that what was blurry was not Cthulhu’s face, but my own vision?
Miel stared at Cthulhu blankly, unable to react.
I can’t figure out why I’m crying or when I started crying.
I couldn't understand why Cthulhu would help him wipe his tears?
"Although I anticipated this situation and conducted this research with the goal of uncovering the truth, even at the cost of your dignity, your reaction, or rather, your emotions, still left me somewhat bewildered."
As Cthulhu spoke, he released Miel's hands, then without saying anything, he picked him up from the bed and turned around to sit on the bed himself.
He let the elf in his arms sit on his lap, then put his arms around his waist and held him gently in his arms.
"You're craving a hug like this? If I do this, will you stop crying?"
The Great Old One whispered in the elf's ear, as if attempting another kind of research, or as if offering clumsy comfort.
Miel closed his eyes and blinked away a drop of warm liquid.
He really longed for such a hug.
Ever since I lost my magic, I've been craving it forever, and every day I crave it more than the day before.
Anyone is fine, hug him and tell him that he is not alone.
All the people he once thought of as friends left him and some even became his enemies.
His father never took the initiative to look for him and always looked very busy, making it impossible for him to act coquettishly towards him.
My mother has passed away for many years and her room is sealed and no one can enter.
At this moment, he was surrounded by only Cthulhu, this ancient god who could not understand his emotions and only wanted to understand humanity by studying him.
So, he felt wronged.
He had hoped that Cthulhu would do to him what an elf who liked men would do to him, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.
There was no touch that could soothe his emotions, nor was there any fiddling that could satisfy his desires.
There are only eyes full of curiosity and exploration, and various real but cold research reports.
Faced with such a cruel reality, Mier cried in grievance.
Mingming, Mingming had made sufficient mental preparations before entering this room.
Why is it still...
Miel raised a hand to shield his wet eyes. "I'm sorry, I...but this isn't some research accident. It's just a normal physiological reaction—elves and humans are likely to cry when their dignity is damaged."
"I know." Cthulhu responded, "But... it may be a little late to say this now, but I promised to protect you and not hurt you. I didn't hurt your body, but I hurt other things. I broke the oath I made, and this is wrong."
"Perhaps because I was born an independent individual, without the need to integrate into society, I don't have the complex perceptions and emotions of elves and humans. All I have is an oath, and I take it very seriously. Once I've promised something, I must fulfill it, even if it's in a way that no one expects."
"But I disobeyed."
"So, consider this my remedy? What else do you need me to do for you?"
Miel turned his head to glance at Cthulhu and could see a serious expression on His crazy-beautiful face.
"Anything?" he asked tentatively.
"Anything is fine." Cthulhu gave him an affirmative answer.
A series of unspeakable images flashed through his mind, but in the end, Miel did not let any of them become reality.
His ridiculous self-esteem actually came into play at such a useless time.
"Then... let me put on my pants first, and then... hold me for a while," he said.
"Just that?"
"Well, that's enough... Also, can you accompany me to the basement later? I'm a little scared to go alone."
"good."
"And..." Miel tried to pull up his pants, but it was difficult to do so in Cthulhu's arms.
He knew it would be better to pull up his pants before asking the next question, but he was so eager to know the answer that he asked beforehand: "In Mr. Cthulhu's opinion, what is the probability that my father was involved in the disappearance?"
"The answer may disappoint you." Cthulhu replied as he picked up Miel and gently put him back on the ground.
Miel finally managed to pull his pants up properly, but...
"What do you mean by disappointing me?" Miel didn't want to admit that he understood the implication behind this sentence and struggled in vain.
Cthulhu stared at him for a while, and finally told the truth mercilessly: "The whole mansion is filled with the smell of blood. I don't know what your father is doing, but what he is doing must be achieved by hurting others."
"Oh, I see." Miel sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at the window blocked by curtains.
It was getting darker and darker, and the light that squeezed into the room was getting weaker and weaker.
In a little while we can head down to the basement.
Cthulhu looked at his calm profile curiously. "You, who long for intimacy, want to know the truth even if it means losing your important family members? Why?"
"Why so many questions? Just think of it as the instinct of social animals—we'd rather lose our own family than eliminate individuals who pose a threat to society."
"You're lying."
"The great Mr. Cthulhu is still connected to my senses? How strange. I no longer feel the sensation of being entangled by those fine, dense threads."
"Because both elves and humans are highly adaptable, I haven't lost the connection, but you have adapted to my entanglement."
"Is that so." Miel lowered her eyes, and her snow-white eyelashes covered her eyes, making her sapphire eyes, which were very deep in the darkness, appear even deeper, like a deep sea with undercurrents.
"Well," he said, "why don't you tell me what I really think? What do I really think?"
"You still don't believe your father would harm anyone. Even if he did, there must be a reason. You want to know that reason. You want to prove to everyone, including me, that your father isn't who we think he is."
"Yes, that's true."
"And what I want to know is—what are you going to do if it turns out your father is guilty of something?"
Miel didn't think about this kind of thing, no, it should be said that he avoided thinking about it.
This was too cruel for him.
Why was fate so unfair to him that after depriving him of his magic pool, it also deprived him of his only relative?
But, let's be more positive, at least he still has a contract with the Old Ones.
Even if he loses his father, Snow City, and Akunela, the shadow of the great Cthulhu will still hang over him, following him everywhere until he truly dies.
Miel smiled. "What if my father's crime is unforgivable? Then I will personally send him to see my mother, the woman I no longer have much memory of, but whom he deeply loved and always talked about. He will definitely be very happy."
"Then I'm going to leave Syracuse and go to a bigger city."
"What Lord of Snow City? I never wanted to inherit the title from the beginning. This place is full of annoying tree elves."
"After my father left me, there was no one here that I cared about. All that was left were disgusting memories."
"I want to be a free bounty hunter, or a scholar, or both."
"I want to make a lot of money, settle down in a big city, hire a bunch of servants to serve me, and recreate the life of an aristocrat."
"Perhaps you can also bribe the local lord, influence his or her policies, and become a deep lord."
"Everyone will be watching and analyzing every subtle expression on my face while they sing and dance at the dinner I host."
“This is my life, Miel Akunila.”
Miel finished speaking, and Cthulhu was stunned.
Miel looked at him, at the face that was still attractive in the darkness.
After a while, Cthulhu spoke and said: "...I am now somewhat expecting your father to have committed some unforgivable crime."
Miel: “…Humph.”
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