"Hm?"
Vanitas had been intending to find Margaret and Franz, but when he turned around, he noticed a small Cthulhu huddled behind him, looking up at him as if waiting for something.
Its shape resembled a penguin, though the grotesque nature of its body made that resemblance feel misplaced.
"How the hell do you turn this off?"
Ever since consuming the Iron Lotus and integrating it into his mana veins, Cthulhus had been following him nonstop, as if he had become their point of origin.
Even when he left the Eiseinreich, he had crossed the sea riding one of them, a massive Cthulhu shaped like a rotting whale.
The small Cthulhu tilted its head. For a moment, it resembled a pouting dog.
——Chuu?
"…Did it just make a sound?"
Vanitas narrowed his eyes.
"…No. That's probably just in my head."
Vanitas bent down and examined it more closely. Once again, the penguin-shaped Cthulhu tilted its head.
"How do I make you go away?"
