I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

The touching reunion, but because of a reality that the family and friends could not accept, made it not at all touching.

Cyril was surrounded by his nephews, who were originally juniors, and couldn't get away.

The Sun Knight who was the first to rush and was the first to be lifted off is really embarrassing, so I won't talk about it for now.

Mordred's desire to kill the well-known old rogue Magician of the Flower in the Knights of the Round Table remains firm.

Gareth, who is also a girl, jumped up angrily when he heard that his uncle who was still alive was abducted by Merlin, grabbing the sword and wanting to fight with Merlin.

When Gakhris saw Cyril, the first sentence he said was not "kill Merlin", but he greeted his uncle pretending to be calm.

Because of this, Cyril was a little relieved, and felt that the difficulty of making them calm was actually not as high as he thought——

But, next.

He saw that Gachris's knight sword had not been retracted after it was unsheathed, his right hand was clenched tightly, and the other hand was wiping the sword with a veil.

This very symbolic move shocked the nervous uncle: "Gahris, what are you doing..."

"It will come in handy when Merlin is captured."

The calm and mature little nephew in Cyril's heart spoke, his tone was so flat, but there seemed to be a thousand strands of murderous intent leaking out of it.

Cyrillic:"……"

"...Dear ones, may I ask, who...is it... who went to capture Merlin?"

"Uncle, you should ask this—someone is going to arrest Merlin." Gareth said softly.

In fact, the answer was already on the verge of coming out, but it was too cruel for Cyril to accept for a while.

"Humph!"

Mordred was the first to snort in dissatisfaction.

It's normal to be dissatisfied, because he was a rebellious knight, so he was ignored by a black face and forced to stay behind in Chaldea and couldn't kill a magician with his hands-it made me angry when I said it!

However, just by looking at it, Mordred is not alone in being forced to stay behind.

As the eldest brother, Knight Gawain was also oppressed by his younger brother.

The Sun Knight had grief and anger in his eyes: "Agg, he actually said that our swarming up will only add to the chaos, and provide Merlin with a chance to escape while taking advantage of the chaos. He went up by himself."

"..."

"To be honest, it's the first time we've seen him so energetic after we've been in Chaldea for so long... Oh, uncle, you don't have to worry about Aggie, because—"

"Father and king! Let's go together too!"

Cyril's ominous premonition came true.

Mordredga's word "men" seems simple, but in reality - it also hides murderous intentions.

A murderous intent aimed at magicians.

"Sister Artoria, are you here too?"

For some reason, Cyril's voice trembled a little.

Mordred: "There are many fathers and kings here, which one did you ask, uncle?"

"...God!"

Cyril clutched his chest, and took half a step back as if he couldn't bear it... Before he could back away, he was rushed up and hugged by the panicked nephews, their hearts were filled with concern, and they were all surrounded without leaving any gaps.

"I'm fine..."

"It's all right, it's really all right, it's just that I can't breathe suddenly, and it's all right now—ah, that's right."

The spirit is a little dazed.

But obviously he couldn't fall down at this moment, otherwise, no one would save the boyfriend who was hunted down by Agravin Morgan's sister Arturia and her sister xN.

At the critical moment, Cyril could only change the subject.

"Those two children are my students, that is, yours..."

"Oh?"

"!"

The young duo who had been watching stunned by the side until now were surprised, and immediately found that they had become the object of staring eyes from the strangers in front of them who were not ordinary people.

"Yo! Kid Giotto, brother G!"

Of course Mordred knew them.

"Uncle's student, oh, oh, that's our younger brother! Yay! Besides Mordred, another child younger than me has appeared!"

Gareth cheered, while Gawain strode forward, the knight's gentle but dignified eyes swept over the teenagers, putting a lot of pressure on them.

But this golden knight, who seemed to have his own sunshine, then smiled brightly: "It looks good, hello."

Giotto and G responded: "Hello."

But in my heart I said secretly: "—Could it be? ! '

"Because I might bother you here for a long time, I brought the children. After apologizing and communicating with the person in charge of Chaldea, if you can get permission to stay, I think, if you are free, you can Help me take them both..."

"I see! Haha, of course it's okay."

The fate of the teenagers has been finalized in this way, and there is no room for resistance.

The topic seems to have been successfully shifted.

After sacrificing his disciple (no), he was finally relieved, Cyril sighed secretly, and when he turned his head again, he was facing the person in charge of Chaldea mentioned earlier.

"Yes—understood. I, Chaldea Director Olga Marie, allow you to stay as a non-staff member."

The white-haired girl with only the appearance of a child had a serious face, serious and authentic.

"For the sake of providing clues to the former Chaldean acting director who has gone to nowhere... Huh, let's make it so, just this one time!"

"thank you very much!"

In short, thanks to the blessing of Mr. Solomon who still hasn't seen the above, Cyril and the oil bottles he brought managed to stay in the end.

The fate of her boyfriend being hunted down could no longer be changed, and Cyril was closely guarded by her nephews, and it seemed impossible to escape after she came.

However, the power of "love" can break through the barriers of the world.

No matter how many barriers there are and how far apart they are, they can still meet each other.

--dreaming.

"It's the first time I'm so thankful, it's great that I'm a half-nightmare..."

The familiar sea of ​​flowers, the white-haired nightmare seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, lying motionless on his lover's lap, as if he was dying.

"It's hard work."

Cyril touched the magician's forehead, and carefully removed the scattered flowers and leaves mixed in the white hair on his forehead.

"I really want to help you, but if I follow you, your side..."

"No, no, I can handle it now. My dear, you will stimulate them even more, and the situation will be even worse."

Merlin was very understanding.

Well, it should be said that he was already mentally prepared.

"Accepting this difficult test is a step I must complete."

Gaining a little strength from his lover's gentle touch, the magician who was tired and closed his eyes opened his eyes, but first sighed softly:

"Convince the little nephews, persuade Artoria, and then—well, Morgan. Although it is indeed extremely difficult, I will definitely do it. After all, in my opinion, this level of difficulty is far from far less than..."

Suddenly stopped talking.

"Not as good as anything?" Cyril lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell between the raised eyebrows of the magician.

When his fingertips touched with his eyes, Merlin didn't blink, but raised his hand, and pulled the hanging white fingers to his lips.

A little sigh that seemed to be mixed with regret leaked from the place where they touched. Perhaps, after a deeper touch, the magician had the courage to speak out the doubts that had appeared for a long time.

"Oh, after so long, I still couldn't help but say it. Yes, I can't avoid it. Under your gaze, I can no longer hide it."

"As you said, I don't really feel—about, whether I really, have your love."

Cyril heard that the fingertips being held moved slightly.

He noticed that the uneasiness of the frank magician was more obvious than when he was hunted down by Morgan, when he was suddenly admitted, and at any time before that.

After the relationship has been confirmed, it will inevitably seem a bit inappropriate to ask this kind of question.

Fortunately, starting from the reunion after experiencing life and death, the standpoint of the bystanders has changed, and their advantages and disadvantages have also been reversed.

The magician's lover can indeed see into his heart.

"Because you feel that the development and transformation are too fast?"

"Uh, there is a little..."

"Or do you think I have no reason to fall in love with you?"

"This--if I admit it, I will appear to be too useless, so, no. Well, but, how should I put it better..."

Not surprisingly, Merlin fell into a state where he didn't know how to describe his delicate mood.

His eloquence was useless for the time being, and doubts were always stuck in his heart. He had to face the fact that he did not have enough confidence.

It's as if he didn't do something eye-catching that can change his stubborn lover's mind all of a sudden.

He just persisted, always, always, staying here...

——Perhaps, it is precisely because this approach is too natural.

Merlin didn't realize that this was the reason for his success.

And that's all.

"Love, what a profound word. Even now, I can't say that I have mastered it."

"Wait! This can't be, in fact, I don't know what it means to love me—"

"Don't worry, I can still tell the difference."

Merlin: "...Ah."

His heart, which was always ups and downs, seemed to be able to calm down completely because of this positive answer.

Cyril seldom reveals his heart directly, which has something to do with his personality.

However, the special and most important situation must be taken seriously.

"may be because……"

he thinks.

There are countless pictures that come to mind, and the emotions that span the millennium are also carried along.

It seems to be floating and sinking in this converging ocean, but in the end, thousands of words have turned into a warm ocean flowing slowly in the heart.

"Before you, I never felt 'love' different from my loved ones."

"Then?"

"If you rule out that there are sometimes a lot of words, you have lied to me several times, the purpose of approaching me is not pure, and you have a bad personal style... and other shortcomings—"

"Ah! The more you count, the worse it gets!"

"Well, anyway."

Cyril sums it up:

"You're fine."

"Ah."

"You want to be with me."

"of course."

"There is no other choice, and I no longer need to choose. I'm gradually getting used to the feeling of having you by my side... Well, well, there are some things, just say it out, in fact, I've already said it once."

"Yes."

"I, thank you for your efforts and changes for me."

Every word uttered is like sweet fireworks bursting from the lover's mouth.

"……Hey?"

"I'm also willing to respond to you, and, what you said before, 'face the test', is not something you have to do alone - idiot."

The most beautiful fireworks exploded in my heart.

Merlin opened his eyes wide, almost wanting to sit up immediately - as soon as he moved, he didn't expect that the Duke who just confessed his love stood up immediately, and pulled him up as well.

The Duke never mentioned what happened just now, that is, his serious face was slightly red, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"May I ask? You haven't been hid somewhere by my sister and the others yet?"

Merlin, who has not been relieved yet, subconsciously said: "Ah, although I am very unwilling, but someone did help me. That guy Solomon is still repaying his kindness..."

"Very well, then let's go find him."

"Huh? Why are you looking for him?"

"It's like this. Before going to Chaldea, I finally got information from Mr. Secia from another Cyril—what's the matter, don't you want to go?"

Merlin (dumb): "Then what, it's not a question of whether you want to go or not... Cyril, I'm still being hunted down!"

If they got together, wouldn't it be a violation of the consensus that had just been reached?

however.

Today is destined to be a memorable day.

Cyril grabbed the hand of the magician who was no longer smart at all, and raised his eyebrows at him: "It's okay, the situation is different now."

"What's the difference?"

"I decided."

He took every word.

"Just like in the ancient travel notes, at the end of his story, under the pursuit of his rival, Sir Gray still took away his first love."

"from now on."

"Let's elope!"

The "rebellious period" that Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall, had never seen in the past twenty years or so, finally came back to life after death, and it was long overdue.

Afterwards, the flower magician who was misunderstood by those who didn't know the truth was definitely a kidnapper: "..."

"………………Huh????!!!"

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