I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

When Cyril was awakened by the sound outside the window, he found that he was sleeping on the bed in the bedroom.

He couldn't remember how he fell asleep, and he couldn't tell whether he fell asleep or lost consciousness from the pain...

The only thing that is certain is that he is not dreaming.

"...Why do you think it's more noisy than before?"

Cyril opened his eyes and lay down for a while in the embrace of the long-lost soft big bed, then suddenly broke the silence and whispered to himself.

There is still a heavy and weak feeling in the body, and there is a sticky discomfort that the sweat has wet the whole body and dried it.Cyril got up slowly, but was not in a hurry to take a shower.

He didn't find slippers by the bed, so he stepped on the ground with bare feet, walked to the airtight window, and opened the heavy curtains abruptly.

"Shhh-"

The glare of light scrambled to enter the originally dark room on the second floor of this small garden house, and it was a sunny morning outside.

A young man wearing only a white shirt stood in front of the window, bathed in the sunlight, shining golden like the sunlight.

He saw the thick branches standing right in front of the window, and the sound that woke him up came from the branches.

A few months ago, a lively bird made its home in the tree in front of his bedroom window, and it chirped and sang every morning.It was not until he opened the curtains and put the prepared food on the window sill that the clever and lovely singer flew over to enjoy the entertainment.

However, when he came back after such a long time, Cyril was surprised to find that the nest on the tree had been changed to a bigger and stronger one at some point.

The little white bird that was bouncing around in the nest gained weight a few times and became a fat bird, and a little yellow bird was added.

These two are obviously not of the same breed, but they cuddled together and loved each other, and they flew to his window sill to eat without politeness.Double the twittering, no wonder it's so loud.

"I found a girlfriend, congratulations."

Cyril couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and worked hard to prepare double the bird food.

It's okay to see the birds kissing each other, but the mood is inexplicably complicated.The little birds that I have been feeding for half a year have found girlfriends in pairs. On his side, let alone "girlfriends", even...

Forget it.

I have already made up my mind to sever the relationship, what else do I want to do so much.

After procrastinating for a long time, Cyril finally went to take a bath.

He came out with thick water vapor, and without stopping for a moment, he began to clean up.

In fact, the house is not dirty, it miraculously becomes very clean in one night, and there is no dust at all——for this, Cyril haha.

He has the right to pretend that he doesn't know, and clean it again by himself, taking care of every corner of the house.

In the case of insisting on not using magic, the amount of work is so amazing that Cyril worked so hard until the afternoon to complete it all.

"call……"

Throwing himself into the sofa, Cyril, who was lying on his stomach and didn't want to move, hung his arms down, and his fingertips circled the fine fluff on the carpet.

"After cleaning, rest for a day or two, and then start the next after-sales service..."

"So, these two days."

"What are you going to do at home?"

hesitate.

tangled.

Cyril didn't expect that there would be times when he couldn't think of things to do.

It may be because, although he lived a relatively busy life before, his daily activities were fixed and stable, almost unchanged.

But now, the "daily life" that occupies the largest proportion and that he has become accustomed to has been forcefully discarded by him.

Discomfort and sudden trance are normal.

Fortunately, Cyril recovered very quickly.

He wanted to take out the mobile phone, but he stretched his hand halfway before remembering that the original mobile phone was reimbursed after he threw it into the cauldron.

No way, Cyril got up from the sofa and wandered into the bedroom again.There is his computer in the bedroom.

The White Rose Potion Store has been closed for so long, and as soon as they entered the backstage, there was overwhelming news.Cyril dealt with some news, faced with the most glaring bad reviews for a while, and then decisively withdrew.

Then, reflexively - he logged into a certain forum that had been lying in the favorites of the webpage.

Speaking of which, Cyril hasn't been here for a long time.

He met his "ex-girlfriend" who has now been thrown thousands of miles away on this forum.The promotional advertisement for Internet idol Magic Meili was hung at the top of the forum, leading directly to "her" personal homepage at one click.

If Cyril hadn't clicked into someone's homepage with his hand that day, but had kept his eyes straight, and honestly posted daily posts to advertise his potion shop, maybe there would not be so many things that followed, and neither would he. Being deceived by feelings...

It's a pity that there is no if.

After sorting out his mood, Cyril casually wandered around the forum's chatter section.

In the past, I chose to post advertisements here because the forum has a large flow of people, and the resident people are from various countries, and the content of the posts is also very inclusive.

Also, this forum - huh, very interesting.

Of course, there are not only advertisements here, but more discussions among netizens about a certain event or historical figure.

Cyril just looked around casually, and saw two netizens arguing on the first page. The content of the quarrel was whether the famous King Solomon in history was a scumbag or not.

These two are fighting like hell, and no one can convince anyone. There are also comments in the following replies saying that watching Solomon fans and Solomon blacks fight each other is already a daily routine in this forum. Everyone uses posts as a sidekick for breakfast/lunch/dinner/snack vegetable.

Cyril: "Hey...it's amazing."

When he scrolled down further, he could also see amazing posts such as crazy fanboys praising the great Pharaoh with headlines.

Although the landlord's praise is so beautiful that it looks like a sacrificial oration recited by an ancient priest, the style of writing may not be understood by ordinary people after reading it several times.Cyril appreciated it carefully, and couldn't help but highly praised the host, thinking, it's a pity that he hasn't read the forum in the past two years.

Concentrating on flipping through the posts, Cyril successfully passed the afternoon without knowing it.

In the past, he wouldn't be so relaxed, but under special circumstances, he doesn't care so much.

The mood has also improved a lot, Cyril stretched contentedly, and was about to turn off the computer and prepare dinner.

Xu Shi accidentally clicked on the refresh page. When he got up, his eyes fell to the computer screen, but he didn't move away, and his movements stopped.

"Wait, this post?"

At first, Cyril thought he had read it wrong, but after a closer look, he saw a gray post with a very inconspicuous title on the refreshed forum homepage.

Gray means that this is an old post, which should have sunk to the bottom and been forgotten. However, someone replied in the old post at this time and pushed the post to the front page.

[I want to open an online store, is there any precautions? 】

This is the name of the post.

The time of posting was more than two years ago. Cyril can know what is written in the content without looking at the host's ID or clicking in.

Because... This is the first post he posted on the forum when he just came here two years ago.

The purpose of posting the post is as the name suggests. At that time, he was thinking about opening an online store to sell potions, but suffering from lack of experience, he tried to seek experience and guidance on the forum.

Many enthusiastic netizens left messages and gave him considerable help. Cyril has not forgotten this gratitude until today.

Driven by nostalgia, he clicked into this old post, and read all the replies that had become relics one by one.

Who will reply today after two years, Cyril wants to know very much.

At the end of the page, he glanced at the responder's ID.

"..."

Cyril's nostalgic smile that was still on his lips immediately subsided, and even showed a little coldness.

The guy whose ID is "Magic☆Merry" sneakily uploaded the post, as if he expected that he would see it in advance, and the content of the reply was based on this premise. Every word in this paragraph made Cyril feel angry :

[Ahem, don't be angry, I just want to say one more thing, if you don't want to pay attention to my words, you don't need to reply after reading this passage. 】

Very well, his first sentence ruined the good mood that Cyril had finally brewed.

【Whether you hate it or not, I have to remind you, Cyril, it's really dangerous for you to do this.Morgan didn't know about it?That's right, it's impossible for her to know, otherwise she will definitely stop you.Being entangled by a curse that does not belong to you will have too much impact on your soul, even if you purify it in this way, it will still...]

[Okay... I can guess that you are already angry now.Sorry, Cyril. 】

The magician who wanted to contact him but didn't dare to contact him directly made such a big detour, and said it so carefully, compared with his usual performance, it seemed to be a bit pitiful in his life.

[Calm down first, I'll wait for you.My dear, your body is the most important thing, when you calm down, we will——]

Of course, Merlin's message could not stop abruptly here.

It was Cyril who turned off the computer and the webpage with a blank expression, and didn't look any further.He directly pulled the network cable without delay, which did not match his usual gentle demeanor.

"It has too much influence on my soul, it is very dangerous...I know, of course I know. Didn't I say it, this is my own choice, I—"

Emotions went up and down uncontrollably.

Cyril didn't want to be angry at first, but when he closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, and tried to stabilize his mood, more out-of-the-box words repeated in his mind, which made him unable to keep calm.

Because it's Merlin.

This man still had too much influence on him, even if he made it clear that he wanted to keep a distance, the other party would not let him be clean.

However, there is also the "curse" that Merlin said, which directly pokes at the deep pain in Cyril's heart that he doesn't want to be uncovered.

He didn't want to—don't want to mention it.

In fact, if the curse hadn't been leaked and he had to take back the curse that fell on innocent people, things wouldn't have been so complicated, and he would have continued to live a busy but unchanging life.

Why did the curse leak out?

Because the curse, hatred, and jealousy constituted a curse, after thousands of years of precipitation, it was still entwining his soul endlessly, and it was still piling up, breeding, and finally overflowing, and drifted away in a situation that he himself knew nothing about. go out.

Why do you know nothing?

Because... his soul is full of curses, every day, every moment, every moment, he is immersed in the pain of his heart breaking again and again.

Cyril was already used to this kind of severe pain that ordinary people could not bear.

It is also because of habit that the movement of the curse overflowing is too slight, completely covered by the greater torment, so it cannot be noticed.

"..."

"You can't vent your anger, and it's pointless."

After a long silence, he finally calmed down, and Cyril warned himself again.

The way he calmed down was to forcibly dissect himself, to make himself realize that he didn't actually have any reason to vent to the magician when it came to cursing.

"That's it."

It has been delayed for so long, and the time has already jumped from the tail of the afternoon to the category of night in one fell swoop.

Cyril put aside these troublesome things, quickly entered a state of concentration without distractions, made dinner for himself, and after eating alone, he did not slack off and cleaned up the mess diligently.

It's just that, during the busy period, he didn't habitually hum.

Although the movement did not stop, the expression remained the same dignified.His brows were always furrowed, until he sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly realized that he forgot to turn on the light, it was considered a slight relaxation.

But the gloom between his brows did not dissipate.

Gentle, cheerful, and always fond of smiling, the blond young man let go of all the strength in his body and let himself fall into the seemingly boundless darkness exhaustedly.

Merlin's words... In fact, it can be regarded as a reminder to him.

Cyril remembered that the first time he tried to make potions was to slow down the effects of the curse on him.

And the reason why he thought of opening a potion shop was because he woke up from a long slumber and found that his soul was revived in the body of a young man who had just died. The world he saw after waking up was similar to the world he had seen before There is a strong connection.

He firmly believed that his sister Morgan was still alive in this world, and if he made some moves, his sister might be able to find out and come to find him.

It really doesn't matter if you find it or when you find it.

After all, at the beginning, he was just looking forward to it so optimistically, and he wasn't in a hurry.

However, now...

"..."

In the gloom, it was still possible to see that the too slender palm was pressing on the chest again.

"I have no regrets."

He said it to himself, as if whispering it to someone else who wasn't there.

The decision to rest for two days before continuing to go out was correct. At this moment, the blond young man who was engulfed by the ruthless darkness looked calm, and there was no sign of suffering, as if he just needed a short rest.

Not going back to the bedroom.

He's here to stay.

The body that could stand upright before began to tilt involuntarily, and Cyril's head tilted to the side, as if he wanted to rest on the shoulder of the person beside him.

No one is here.

"The past days" have really passed away, leaving only foggy memories engraved in my heart.

"...Sister."

In the haze, he called out in a low voice.

But—whether it is the noble and upright king who is respected by the world, or the witch who is regarded as a villain and bears countless curses.

None of them are here.

and so.

No one answered.

……

……

"Sister, I had a dream."

"Very comfortable...a very comfortable dream. I dreamed that I swam into the sea. The sea you mentioned before is just a large wave made up of flowers. This is the sea that I can't see with my own eyes. ,Is it right?"

"I saw the elf of the white flower. He is not the little fairy like. He is very gentle and wants to be close. The elf can make the buds that have not opened bloom. He gave me a golden flower and asked me Whose family's child, how could he come to this sea of ​​flowers."

"I didn't tell him, because sister, you said that you can't tell others my name, and you can't just talk to people you don't know. Ah, I said hello to Mr. Elf. He is an elf, so it shouldn't matter... "

The breeze blows from far away, carrying the comfortable temperature of the sun, and also brings a small petal that also comes from far away.

The petals are white with a touch of purple at the bottom.So delicate, it turned lightly in the air, passed the castle outlined by ivy and wooden fences, and landed quietly.

It floated down, passed through the gaps between the leaves, and turned around, just in time to be seen by a pair of eyes that slowly opened at this moment.

The pure white flower shadow reflected in the blue eyes, as if falling into a crystal clear lake, every tiny inch was reflected so clearly.

However, it didn't really fall into it.

The boy who opened his eyes saw it, was attracted to it, and stopped what he hadn't finished speaking.

The petals seemed to be falling to his face, but before that, he was lightly wrapped around the shoulders by the woman's slender and beautiful hands, and then his head leaned into the woman's embrace.

"Be careful, Cyril. Whether it's a goblin or an elf, they are all malicious to humans. They will enter your dreams, trick you, and prevent you from waking up."

"Ah, is that so?"

The boy was hugged very tightly. Although the woman carefully controlled her strength so as not to make him feel uncomfortable, she still felt a little bit out of breath being hugged like this.

But he didn't say anything, didn't cry out, didn't struggle, let the woman hug him obediently, and whispered: "I'm sorry, sister, next time, I won't talk to Mr. Elf. If Mr. Elf talks to me, I will Just ignore him."

"Hey, my Cyril is so smart."

The woman kissed the boy's forehead.

The similar blond hair of the siblings overlapped the young man's neck, the only difference was that the woman's long hair was straight, while the young man's blond hair was soft, with only a slight curl at the end of the neck.

It is afternoon, avoiding the most intense sunlight, it should be the most suitable time of the day for basking in the sun.

However, they are in the shade.

The boy was sleeping soundly under the tree before, and from the woman's cautious movements, he knew that his health was very bad.

For the sake of health, we need to bask in the sun, but we can't directly bask in it. We can only sleep for a while under the refreshing shade of a tree on a sunny day.

The woman was afraid that he would catch cold from the wind, so she kept watch under the tree without leaving him.

She should have woken up her brother 10 minutes ago, but seeing him sleeping so soundly, she still couldn't bear to speak, and only used magic to seal off the surrounding wind tightly.After such a delay, the boy woke up naturally.

"Cold?"

The woman felt that her younger brother's forehead was a little cold, so she hurriedly touched his face again, feeling very nervous.

"It's not cold. My sister is tired, let's not sit down, let's go back."

"It's nothing. It's rare to have a sunny day. It's good for you to get some fresh air outside."

"That--"

At such a young age, this boy is already so considerate and well-behaved.Seeing that his sister's spirit is not very good, he doesn't care about himself, he just wants his relatives to go back to rest earlier, so that they don't have to take care of him all the time.

"I'm tired, sister, shall I go back?"

The exceptionally sensible young man smiled and took his sister's hand with a soft voice, as if he was acting like a baby.

He looked only four or five years old, because of his frail body, he was far thinner than children of the same age, and his actual age was older.

No one can resist the kid's smile.

Not only because of his well-behaved and sensible personality.As soon as he was born, it seemed that he was destined to be lovable.

The blond hair is like melting gold, the boy has a pair of clean eyes, the skin is as soft and white as the most exquisite porcelain, and the facial features that have not yet fully grown are exquisite, as if they can only be described in oil paintings, but they have come to the world from imagination beautiful boy.

He was born noble, well protected, but not haughty at all.When he smiles, his brows and eyes are curved, and his small canine teeth are exposed.

Therefore, the woman who watched him grow up couldn't resist his smile. Every time she saw him, even if her heart was filled with resentment before, the softest part of her heart would be touched.

"……All right."

Look, it really couldn't resist.

The woman immediately stopped objecting, picked up her brother, and used magic to shield him from the strong sunlight, and slowly walked across the wide open space outside the castle.

The boy still obediently remained motionless, but his eyes passed over his sister's shoulder and fell on a small wild flower quietly growing in the corner of the garden that was left unattended all year round.

He won't say, because my sister will definitely remove the wild flowers that grow out without care.There are some things that the bright young man secretly hides in his heart, wild flowers count as one, and the Mr. Elf he meets in his dream counts as one.

I always feel that Mr. White Elf has no malice towards me, if possible, I would like to see him again in my dream——

Right, of course I can't tell my sister about this.

The boy had never been to any place other than the castle, nor had he seen anyone other than his sister and servants.

In the dream, I saw the "sea".

When he stumbled and broke in, the elf's white hair and white robe standing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers were blown by the wind, and gorgeous flowers surrounded him.

He snorted slightly, and when he turned his head to look at himself, the purple eyes that he had never seen before were really beautiful.

This scene is beautiful.

The boy's heart is so pure, he intuitively feels that the elf is a good elf, he likes him, and sincerely looks forward to the next encounter.

As for whether there will be a next time...

Well, it's hard to say.

Moreover, maybe after a few days, the child with a big forgetfulness will forget all about it.

"..."

"Cyrillic……"

"Well, I'm here, sister."

"No, it's nothing. Sister... I want to tell you that it will be fine soon."

"Um... what do you mean?"

The woman finally carried him back to the castle that seemed to stand in the shadows.

"My beloved brother."

Where the boy couldn't see, her black nails were embedded in her palm, and her voice sank slowly.

"Cyril Cornwall, you are the legitimate heir to the title, the future Duke of Cornwall. No matter what the price, I will—"

"Let your name spread throughout the country, let everyone know!"