Meanwhile...
On the road before the purple castle atop the mountain...
A car set off, looking no different on the outside from any brand-new, big-nosed convertible of this era.
In truth, across every piece of steel covering the car, in all directions without a single blind spot, beyond the sight of mortals...
Purple-gold formation patterns rose and fell like breathing, living things.
As a result, not only did the entire car ride so smoothly that it felt like sitting on level ground...
More importantly, the air conditioning inside-a feature this era had yet to invent-continually wafted soothing, spiritually charged floral fragrances into the cabin.
An eighteenth-century latest-model car.
Custom modified by the Middle Great Old One, the Mysterious Lord!
Yes, ever since their world had joined the Cthulhu finite multiverse...
There was essentially no longer any need for the Mysterious Lord and Violet Thornflower to expend additional magic power.
And so, naturally...
The two, whose power had long since accumulated to this level in essence...
Easily broke through to the realm of Middle Great Old Ones.
They could now be said to have officially surpassed more than eighty percent of the Great Old Ones.
They had successfully ascended to true high society.
"Do we really need to hold a banquet to celebrate our marriage? It's only a mortal ceremony."
Inside the car, ignoring the driver, who was merely a product of spiritual power...
Violet Thornflower wore an indescribable expression: perhaps three parts pleasant surprise, two parts worry, one part happiness, five parts reproach, and ninety parts delight.
"Of course we do!"
The Mysterious Lord said solemnly:
"First, this is our only way to quickly get acquainted with a large number of Great Old Ones."
"We need to integrate into their circles quickly. That will let us acquire this world's resources