I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

From that day on, Cyril's life became different from before.

In this lonely castle that has stood for many years, there were only him, his sister, and a few servants who took care of him.

Just a few people, living in this place that seems to be forgotten by the outside world, of course it is very deserted.

Cyril didn't know the meaning of "lively". He was born in this environment and was already used to it.Instead, one day suddenly, this habit was broken and the rhythm of life changed suddenly. At first, he felt very uncomfortable.

"..."

The new maid sister moved gently, combing Cyril's hair carefully and quickly.

The boy's blond hair feels softer than velvet, so it won't break when touched, but it makes the person who touches it subconsciously make his movements lighter and lighter.

Therefore, it took a little more effort before the maid let go of her tense nerves, and she was done.

The blond hair, which was already smooth, didn't need to be combed much. What took the most time was the purple headband tied behind the boy's head.

The color was chosen by Cyril himself. His hair is not very long now, and a loose bow tied with a ribbon is attached to the end of the hair. Gold and purple are mixed together.

"Are there any guests today?"

Cyril was puzzled.

Before that, he had obediently asked the maids to clean up his whole body again.

Hair is just one of them. The new clothes that the young boy puts on are all exquisite hand-tailored clothes, and there is a precious emerald brooch on his chest. It can be said that from head to toe, he shows his aristocratic status.

"...But, it's weird."

He whispered, resisting the urge to tear off the collar that squeezed his neck so uncomfortable.

Today is indeed strange.

Early in the morning, Cyril was awakened, and usually he could stay in bed until almost noon.

It seems that just after sleeping, the house has become very different. There are many more servants out of thin air. The dilapidated places inside and outside the castle that can be found before careful inspection have all been repaired, and everything you can see is spotless.

Then, he was surrounded by the maids and sisters, tossing for a long time.

Cyril thought that the reason for doing this was that there would be important guests visiting today.

Well, he guessed.

Since the day he can remember, no outsider has been to the castle... Oh, my brother-in-law came once, but he only stayed for half a day before leaving.

Cyril felt a little uneasy, and asked the maid sisters, and they also said they didn't know, and they only did this under the orders of Mrs. Morgan.

"Sister said..."

Then he felt relieved, but he asked again, "Where is my sister?"

"Master Cyril, we don't know..."

Before the voice was finished, the women automatically silenced themselves.

There is no other reason, at this moment, the adult who was talking a moment ago has appeared.

Morgan Le Fay Cornwall, is the actual owner of the castle.

On the outside, she is an extremely beautiful and elegant woman, but in fact, although she is still very young, she is already married and has given birth to a child.

However, for some reason, the relationship between Morgan and her husband was extremely bad. The couple lived apart for many years, and her child stayed with her husband...

——Because, to take care of him.

Cyril couldn't explain why he was so sure.

In fact, he didn't know much. He only met his sister's husband once, and never met his sister's child or his nephew, but...that's how he felt.

"Cyrillic."

The familiar gentle call interrupted the boy Piaoyuan's thoughts.

Cyril turned his head and showed a happy expression: "Sister! You are here."

"Do you feel unwell? Honey, we're going on a long trip."

A woman in a dark long dress came in. Although her tone was gentle, the maids who kept their mouths shut quickly moved away. Obviously, the majesty of this mistress had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Cyril: "I'm not uncomfortable, but... really want to go out?"

He tried his best to keep his face straight, pretending to be serious and serious, but he couldn't hide his bright eyes: "Where are we going?"

At this moment, Cyril is just a naive boy who is mature and smarter than his peers.

He never expected that his fate would take the most important turning point on this day.

If he could have known in advance, he might—no, not.

Even after a long time, when the dying duke recalled today, he didn't have any regrets or resistance.

Just feel sorry for Morgan.

I just feel that there is such a small regret...

to himself.

……

"Today is a very important day."

"Let's go to the palace. Respected and noble His Royal Highness... Heh, he will announce to everyone that you are the only direct heir of your father. In the eyes of everyone, Uther will grant you the title of duke."

"..."

"……elder sister?"

It was not the first time that Cyril heard these words from his sister.

Title, heir, duke, king Uther...

He had heard about it, but never knew about Morgan's deep-rooted obsession hidden under these words.

In a daze, the woman couldn't hold back the joy in her heart, squatted down, and tightly held her brother's shoulders, her ice blue eyes met the boy's green eyes.

"From now on, you who inherit your father's title and territory will be the Duke of Cyril Cornwall."

"Finally, finally... Finally, this day has come!"

Morgan has put up with it for too many years.

In the first few years, he devoted himself to studying magic and tried various methods desperately, so that his younger brother who was not human but no different from human was born smoothly.

In the next few years, she realized that no matter how powerful the mystery was, she still could not create a truly perfect soul. She was so anxious that her brother's body remained weak.

Just to take good care of him and find a way to make him a little bit healthier consumed almost all of Morgan's energy.

Until recently, because Cyril's condition was fairly stable, she was able to find time to prepare another important matter that she would never forget.

Morgan will not forget, she wants revenge.

She hasn't told Cyril about the content of revenge, but pushing her younger brother to the position of duke is the first step of revenge.

This position was originally Cyril's.

And what she did was to take back everything they lost from Uther.

"It's such a good thing to celebrate."

Morgan smiled in satisfaction, not noticing that her younger brother stared blankly at her dark eyes, hesitating to speak.

She continued to exhort: "It's okay, Cyril, it won't take too long, you just need to show up."

"Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side." The woman whispered, holding her younger brother in her arms again, patting him on the back to give him peace of mind, and it was also a promise she made to herself: "No one can hurt you."

"……Um."

For a young man who had never traveled far and met outsiders, this change was very sudden.

Although he didn't know why he had to be this "Duke", he still felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but for the sake of his sister's happiness, of course he would not object.

So, on this day, with the most solemn and luxurious gesture, the young man named Cyril came to the palace where the Lord of the Country was.

Very strange.

In the left and right rows, countless strange faces in equally luxurious clothes stood aside, their expressions were weird, and their eyes were also secretly weird.Unfortunately, no one spoke.

Very strange.

At some point, there was only a confused blond boy standing in the center of the palace.

In front of him was the throne, and some old men were sitting on the throne, wearing crowns, looking at him, it was even more impossible for Cyril to understand.

"It's exactly the same... There's nothing wrong with it, it's hers..."

"Your Majesty! How is this possible, the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, as early as ten years ago, had—"

Someone was arguing in front of them, and the previously quiet crowd couldn't help talking.

It wasn't until the blond woman standing arrogantly at the front of the crowd turned her head and swept her cold gaze that the palace became quiet again.

to be frank……

Cyril couldn't understand the king's murmurs, and he didn't know why the eyes from all around were so sharp.

In the anxiety that seemed to be growing, he accepted the conferment personally presided over by the king.

Sure enough, after the ceremony, the subsequent banquets were omitted.

Morgan directly took Cyril back to the castle where they lived and where their father and ancestors left behind, as if this day, except for some twists and turns in the middle, was no different from the ordinary days of the past.

However—even if some people expected so, how could the reality be so simple.

The difference is reflected in the fact that the castle that was originally thought to be the place where the siblings depended on each other has taken on a completely new look. Suddenly, Cyril inherited twice as much territory, twice as many stewards and servants in the castle, and the old duke left All the property is officially in his name...

However, he probably still can't leave the castle.

"..."

"I want to take a walk outside."

"Cyril? Well, I'll hug you—"

"No, sister."

Cyril insisted for some reason: "Let me go by myself. If you don't worry, I won't go too far, just go to the yard to have a look."

Morgan was puzzled, but he couldn't refuse his younger brother's request, so he avoided the wind and the sun, and followed behind, leaving a distance where he could immediately move forward if something went wrong.

Just in time, the strong wind picked up, and the heavy and overcast clouds were closer to the earth.

Cyril seldom walked by himself, but as he said, it was only a few steps, and there was no problem.

At first, his footsteps were a little unsteady, which made Morgan very anxious.

Fortunately, it really didn't go far.

Cyril only wobbled a few steps by himself, and stopped at the main entrance of the castle.

Standing here, he looked out over the edge of the garden that until today had been deserted.

He looked for a long time, as if he was looking for something, but in the end, the young man opened his green eyes slightly with anticipation, and searched again without giving up, but he still couldn't find it.

No more wildflowers that were growing there a while ago.

Cyril didn't know why he insisted on taking a look at it, he just remembered it suddenly.

When I looked at it before, the flowers were still blooming tenaciously, but there was an inconspicuous yellow inlaid on the edges of the petals, and there was a tendency to wither.

He came again this time, perhaps with the idea of ​​seeing if it withered...

Before that, however, this tiny flower, which had once attracted his attention, had been rudely uprooted from the dirt as a result of the duke's residence being rectified inside and out.

This was the first time in Cyril's short life that he felt "regret", as if, and there was something—it seemed to be lost, and the sadness of what would be lost.

"Cyrillic!"

Morgan saw his younger brother standing in a daze at the door with his head lowered. His small figure was even more fragile, and his heart trembled inexplicably for a moment.Can't help but think about it, she hastily called him.

"Sister." Cyril turned around and smiled softly.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't mention that the wild flowers he cared about were cut down by some servant.

"Are you tired? Next time don't stand for so long, come, sister hugs you..."

"Well, I'm sorry. In the future, I won't be so willful."

As they spoke, the siblings hurriedly avoided the area shrouded in clouds, and walked into the slightly fresh old castle after a new look.

A day that is crucial to a few people is also pushed forward by the turbulent historical tide.

The life of Duke Cyril, who took over his father's title, has not changed much. Morgan, who regards himself as his protector and only relative, guards the young Duke strictly, and does not receive any small nobles who try to come to the door. An invitation to any aristocratic gathering.

Morgan declared to the public that the Duke is not yet old enough to attend the ball, and he needs to live a few years of quiet life without being disturbed by others under the training of his sister before he can show up in the upper class world.

Morgan, the daughter of the former Duke of Cornwall, was notoriously disliked dealing with nobles, and her attitude was not to say friendly, but even bad.

Few people like to ask for a cold face, not to mention the rumors that Morgan is not a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Morgan also has the status of a magician. It is said that even the court magician does not want to provoke her. When she heard that Morgan was going to the palace to ask for the title for her younger brother, the court magician immediately ran away, which shows the extent of the trouble.

It is better not to provoke such a dangerous woman who is more concerned about the poisonous thorns than the beauty of the appearance.

Therefore, no one wants to think about Duke Cyril who has been sheltered by Morgan, and no one will guess that what Morgan tried every means to hide is that the young Duke is in very poor health and cannot go out at all—this fact.

Time passed day by day like this.

Perhaps quite a long time has passed. The Duke of Cornwall, who was so high-profile for a while and then quickly fell silent, was completely forgotten by the nobles...

In the castle, the place with the strongest ancient atmosphere is the study room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

Over the years, the sound of rustling paper pages has never stopped, and the owner who sits at the same desk with his back to the sunlight penetrating in from the window has been reading here for several years.

Sitting here at first, the warmly cushioned chair needs to be raised to allow his chest to clear the tabletop.

A few years later, although the warm cushion could not be removed, the chair can finally return to its normal height.

The curtains were drawn wide, and as usual, there were sparkling highlights in the slanting beam of light.

Most of the beam of light fell on the boy's back facing the window, as if it had merged with his blond hair tied up with a headband.Only a few fluorescent lights landed on the pages lightly pressed by white jade-like fingers, and quickly stuck to his fingertips.

The blond boy, who was not much different from a few years ago, but his body was elongated, didn't notice this detail at first.

As others can see, he is reading a book now.

Once he finds something to do, Cyril will concentrate on it without distractions, not to mention, reading requires a calm mind, so that he can taste more fun.

Probably because there are too few things he can do at ordinary times, and reading occupies the largest proportion.Therefore, Cyril spent almost every day in the study room. Over the past few years, he had carefully read more than half of the books in the study room as large as several rooms.

It can be seen how focused a ten-year-old boy is on reading.

If no one is stuck in time to call him, he can definitely sit in the study for a whole day, to the point where he forgets to sleep and eat, just around the corner——

"No. It's already the limit for you to sit here in the morning. Okay, Cyril, it's time to eat."

The soft but majestic female voice sounded in the quiet study room, bringing the young man who was immersed in the sea of ​​books back to his senses.

"Is it time so soon? Well, I haven't finished reading this travelogue yet..."

He rubbed the case of the book, seemingly reluctant to close the book.

However, just as Morgan would always step back and back on his requests, he couldn't disobey his sister's demands.

"After eating, take a rest, and after waking up from a nap, you can come back and look at it for a while." Morgan finished speaking quickly, fearing that he would be a little slow, and the ruthless heart finally melted into his brother's pure and innocent eyes.

Well, now the pure eyes are darkened, but they soon regain their strength.

"Okay," said Cyril, "but please wait a moment, fair lady, I need to put my bookmark between these two pages and interrupt the conversation between Sir Gray and his rival." Duel, let them continue when I come back in the afternoon."

The "beautiful lady" laughed, watching his younger brother put the bookmark in the book with a certain posture. Needless to say, he learned this style from the various books he had finished flipping through.

Because the mind is full of sweet doting, the lady failed to keenly capture the sensitive word that appeared in these words——love rival?What rival?

She managed to drive Cyril to dinner, and as usual, even though her younger brother's dining posture was perfect and fit the Duke's image very well, Morgan would sit beside him and watch him with eyes full of love.

In this regard, Cyril said that it is good for her sister to be happy.

When Morgan looks at him, he often forgets that he has to eat, but he will not forget, reminding him from time to time, or simply chop up the food on his plate, knowing that his sister will not dislike him, so he feeds it with a smile feed her.

When the siblings are alone, the atmosphere is really good.

In front of her younger brother, Morgan always showed her gentle side, and she would not be impatient with Cyril.

Being deliberately concealed, Cyril would not know her "true face".

Therefore, precisely because of this self-confidence, Morgan was only surprised when he heard Cyril's sudden inquiry during lunch, and did not notice anything unusual.

"My sister seems to go out a lot recently, what are you busy with?"

"...!"

Morgan was slightly startled, but his first reaction was panic, thinking that Cyril was dissatisfied with her not being by his side all the time these days.

Even if it's not dissatisfaction, but sad, sad... Just thinking of this possibility, her heart would be torn apart.

"Sister didn't think about leaving you, but—" Morgan was about to explain, but got stuck in the middle of the sentence.

She suddenly came to her senses, the reason why she left in such a hurry these days and returned in a hurry was not suitable for telling Cyril.

First of all, Morgan never felt that what he did was wrong, but felt that it was very right.

The content that is not suitable for telling Cyril only occupies a small part of it, and she is unwilling to explain because she subconsciously thinks that Cyril will not like it.

"If it's something I can't know, it's okay." Cyril said with a smile: "I mean, sister, take care of your health and don't get too tired. I have everyone to take care of it, so I can stay here alone..."

"no!"

Morgan interrupted without thinking.

Cyril looked at her quietly, her green eyes were clear, reflecting her excited face.

For a moment, Morgan inexplicably wondered if Cyril knew something—no, it was absolutely impossible.

The woman who couldn't control her emotions took a deep breath.

"I... went to the children's place."

"My sister's child... Ah, isn't that my nephew?"

"Yes." Morgan forced a smile, and when he talked about his child, his tone was not so gentle, as if he was only talking about a cold tool.

"They are disobedient, so my sister must educate them and not disobey——cough, what's the matter, my dear, let's eat quickly."

"Sister." Cyril was unexpectedly not distracted by Morgan.

The situation that Morgan didn't want the most appeared.

He seemed to be very interested in "nephews", and the next questions were all about "nephews".Ask them what their names are, whether each name corresponds to a boy or a girl, and how old they are.

No matter how unwilling Morgan was, he had to answer.After answering, Cyril took her hand.

"I've never seen them before." He looked over: "Can I let my nephews come and play here? This is my sister's home, we are all a family, of course the family must live together, right?"

"Silly..."

"The most important thing is - in this way, I can take care of the younger generation's uncle."

There was hope in Cyril's eyes that Morgan couldn't refuse.

Morgan (struggling): "..."

"elder sister--"

"........."

"Hey, can't you, then..."

"can."

Somehow, she turned her face away, and the woman who blocked her eyes with the back of her hand could only hear the voice: "Yes! Of course! Tomorrow... yes, tomorrow, I will bring... the children, and be your playmates."

"Okay, I'm really looking forward to it."

Cyril smiled happily when he heard the promise.

He smiled happily, but he didn't know how complicated his sister Morgan's mood was after leaving, and the complexity even caused anger.

Morgan was very reluctant to let his children meet Cyril.

She has a husband and many lovers. In her view, the offspring born to her husband and lovers are just "props" prepared for revenge, which are different from Cyril.

However, he has promised his younger brother and cannot go back on his word.

Morgan could only have a gloomy face. Among the children who inherited her blood, she chose the most obedient and silent one in her opinion, and brought it to Cyril's castle.

"Cyril, this is your nephew."

Trying to play the role of mother, but can't hide the indifference overflowing from the heart.

Morgan didn't even hold the kid's hand.

Cyril didn't seem to notice, and his expectant eyes fell on the boy who came with his sister.

This boy has black hair, which is different from them.The expression is cold, and there is always a gloomy aura about him.

It was not obvious that he pursed his lips awkwardly only when he was urged by his mother, and a trace of grievance and reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"Tell Uncle what your name is."

Morgan said.

"..."

The black-haired boy hesitated until his mother became impatient, then raised his head and met the duke's "uncle" whom he had heard about for the first time today.

that's it.

He saw clearly the face of the blond boy sitting in front of him, and he also saw clearly that there was no mocking and scrutiny in the eyes of this boy who was like the incarnation of holiness, but full of joy.

——Such gentle and bright eyes can sweep away all the shadows in other people's hearts.

"I'm your uncle, so glad to meet you. So, what's your name?" Cyril asked.

"I--"

After being stunned abruptly, the black-haired boy finally answered slowly:

"...Agret."