I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Aggravin doesn't like his mother.

Just as his mother actually didn't like his silence at all, after he realized the horror of his mother Morgan early, he couldn't feel close to his biological mother like an ordinary child would to a close relative.

The word "terrible" comes to mind, not in the whims of young teenagers.

In fact, Agguivin is also a precocious child, and his mind is far more meticulous than ordinary people.

In the beginning, he was not as silent as he is now, and he will become like this, partly because of his mother's persecution without leaving any room for breathing.He could have grown up normally, but only because his mother was Morgan, that's what happened.

As far as he could remember, Agguiwen hadn't seen his biological mother a few times. He could only hear his king's father chanting Morgan's name all day long. He didn't care about anything. He was obviously fascinated by that cruel woman. Can't get out.

When he was very young, he realized that he might have been abandoned by the unattainable mother's love and the father's love in name only.You can't rely on others, no matter what, you can only rely on yourself.

Therefore, although it has something to do with his personality, it can be regarded as being forced out of precocity.

The Aggui text assumes that the titular mother, who for several years has left her name only to him, is doomed not to appear.

——It would be great if that woman really didn't show up.

But when he was six years old, he saw her in a deserted home.

The woman has blond hair and looks noble and elegant.She covered her face with a veil, revealing her beautiful ice-blue eyes, looking at the child who was stunned at that time, and her eyes seemed to still reveal tenderness.

Only for this first time.

In the heart of the young Agguiwen, the admiration for the existence of "mother" that had not completely disappeared was revived, and he couldn't help wanting to accept her.

However, it turns out that this temporary idea is extremely stupid.

The only reason why she thought so was that Morgan hadn't shown her true colors at that time, and Agguiwen didn't know her well enough.

The "mother" outlined by only empty imagination is fragile. Once this image is broken, it will reveal the dark and dark loopholes under it.

So, as the understanding deepened, the "mother" was broken step by step in the heart of the increasingly silent teenager.

The first time he was broken was when he found out that his stupid father was playing with the applause of his mother who finally showed up after many years.

The second time he was broken was when he discovered that his mother had numerous lovers, and that his half-brothers and sisters had several.

the third time……

the fourth time……

And, every time thereafter.

It was all because of the voice of the woman who kept ringing in his ears, holding him tightly like a spell:

"Age...Age Gauge..."

"You are my most trusted child, you will have talent, you will have strength. You are me, Morgan, the sword of vengeance that I raise against Uther and that person in the future... Revenge! The hatred that melts into the flesh and blood, the body For my descendants, you must also remember it in your heart!"

"revenge--"

"Take the throne—"

The woman's voice is sometimes high and sometimes deep, sometimes calm and sometimes excited.

When she appeared beside Agguivin, the elegant woman kept telling him: Vengeance, you are my child, and you will be my sword.

Morgan's madness terrified Aggresvin.

"Hatred", he did feel it. His mother's hatred and obsession towards someone had become thick enough to turn into pitch-black water, drowning him who couldn't get rid of, and suffocating him in pain.

Little Agguiwen subconsciously wanted to stay away from such a terrifying mother, but this was not something he could do if he wanted to.

Morgan didn't come to him often, urging him to learn swordsmanship, and then brainwashing him.

This is a blessing in misfortune, and it is also a time for Agguiwen to breathe.

However, he soon found out.

Morgan, who brought great pressure and fear to the children, had never appeared before because she also had a younger brother who had just become a duke.

The fact that the little Duke of Cornwall was awarded a knighthood by the king is of course a major event. Everyone in this turbulent country knows about it, and Aggraven is no exception.

On this day, he heard that he actually had an "uncle", and this "uncle" was the one that his mother Morgan really cared about and desperately wanted to protect.

... Envy, and a hint of jealousy.

These emotions inevitably appeared in the hearts of teenagers who were neither loved nor cared for.And the darkest trace among them has remained for a long time and cannot be dissipated.

With the incomparably vivid example of Morgan in front of him, it is conceivable to imagine what kind of virtue that "uncle" who has never met will be.

He didn't want to stay with his evil, dissolute and crazy mother more and more, so that his whole body was covered with a gloomy and unwilling to communicate with others.

He never thought about meeting his so-called uncle, the endless "revenge" had already overwhelmed him enough to make him breathless...

and so.

On this day, Morgan reappeared and said with a sullen face that he was going to take him to see that "uncle".

Ageguiwen was very resistant in his heart.

But as usual when faced with mother's gnashing of teeth and brainwashing, the black-haired boy remained silent to the end, and just clenched his fists in the dark with a blank expression.

Because "uncle" wants to see him, he has to be brought like a toy without being asked for opinions...

His perception of "uncle" suddenly dropped a lot, and he was already prepared to see another person who would only be annoying if he was a copy of his mother.

Nasty, that's for sure.There is nothing worth looking forward to. Since he is Morgan's younger brother, he must be as annoying as that woman——

Cyril (laughs): "That's great, I have a nephew."

Age Guiwen (dumb): "..."

"Can I take a closer look at you?"

In the first minute of their first meeting, Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall, stunned (?) his angry nephew with his all-powerful smile.

It's completely different from the imagined picture.

Unexpectedly, when he heard the words that asked him to step forward, Agguiwen was startled, but subconsciously moved back half a step.

—Well, he moved.

In less than half a second, the half-step that was taken out was filled up again because of Morgan's glaring from behind, and because of his dazed mind, he made up an extra step.

This time, he unfortunately "cast himself in the trap".

Cyril happily watched his nephew come up in a daze, and took his hand very naturally.

Agguiwen was very silent, and he was a bit repulsive to himself, Cyril could see it.However, he didn't feel that the child who was three years younger than himself was gloomy. Instead, because the other party seemed unwilling to speak, he filled in the missing words himself to avoid embarrassment.

"Age, you just came home, it's normal to feel strange, but don't worry, uncle will take care of you."

"……Oh."

"Have you eaten before coming here? What do you like to eat, and add your favorite dishes to the meal at night."

"...No, there's nothing I like."

"Ah, it turns out that he is a good boy who is not picky eaters, so good, touch~"

Agfevin felt his whole body stiff, and he was very—very uncomfortable.

There was a tinge of red on his previously gloomy face, so he finally looked like a little boy with some vitality.

If he pulled his hand at this time, his mother would not scold him, but would deal with him mercilessly - Agguiwen had a strong premonition of this.

So he was just stiff, didn't move his hands, and even without knowing what to think, he dropped his head.

Because, from the time we met to the present, "uncle" is always sitting.

It is currently the cold winter, and the warm hall is burning with a fierce fire, which burns the wall decorated with animal horns red.

The temperature inside is so high that even Aggui can feel hot.But the wooden chair the blond boy was sitting on was wrapped in soft cloth, and his legs were covered with blankets that fell onto the carpet.

Cyril was three years older than Agguiwen, but putting the two teenagers together, anyone who didn't know would think that the taller and stronger Agguiwen was the older one.

He raised his hand, and Agguvin didn't know what kind of mood he was in—it seemed, it wasn't disgusting—and lowered his head in a mysterious way, so that he could touch it more easily.

"Thank you."

Cyril's smile softened a bit.

Next, although most of the time he said ten sentences, the taciturn nephew struggled to reply, but the atmosphere was obviously much better than at the beginning.

Cyril couldn't help but patted his nephew's head again. Even though the black-haired boy had a weird expression, he held back and showed no obvious resistance.

However, since Cyril gets tired easily, they didn't talk for long before Morgan interrupted them.

"Sister." Cyril's good mood has continued until now, and there is still a possibility of it continuing: "Will Agger stay? Or, he can only live here for a few days?"

"Anyway, it was great to see him. Thank you, sister."

In Morgan's eyes, for a long time, there was only the younger brother who had never been so happy, so that he temporarily ignored the son who was pulled by the younger brother.

Apart from physical problems, Cyril actually seldom worried her.

Because he is well-behaved, smart, and considerate that many adults can't learn.Such a personality can be summed up as gentle and sensible, but being too sensible made Morgan worry on another level.

Cyril had never been angry with anyone.

Not only is he not angry, he has never even shown a little bit of ups and downs.

Morgan was originally angry because of Agguiwen's overly silent behavior towards his younger brother, but at this moment, he suddenly found that his younger brother had only been in contact with him for such a short time, and he had been influenced to become active.

This should... no, of course it's a good thing!

For a moment, she didn't care about her son's poor performance at all.

As long as it makes my brother happy, everything is fine.The idea of ​​immediately throwing the Agguiwen back, which he had insisted on before, also disappeared extremely quickly.

"Sister? Well... can't Aggie stay?"

"Oh, my Cyril, as long as you like, you can!"

"Well, Agger would like to?"

"I……"

"Of course he is willing." Morgan said without hesitation, and glanced at his son who was still being held by the blond boy.

Agguiwen pursed his lips and remained silent and refused to answer.

However, he surprisingly didn't resist the fact that his future was directly decided.As for the reason, children of a few years old may still be awkward and don't want to think about it.

Among the three, as expected, the happiest was Cyril.

You have to know that beforehand, Cyril knew that his nephew would come, but he didn't expect that he would be so happy after meeting him.

Not to mention on the surface, he was still a little lonely in his heart.My sister's long-term strict protection is also a different kind of closure, and the price is the loss of opportunities to communicate with friends.

——This is the detail that Morgan has always ignored.

Although the nephew is a nephew, but the age difference is not big, they can become playmates when they come.Moreover, this status of a junior raised Cyril to be an elder, and he, who had always been taken care of by his sister, for the first time developed a sense of responsibility that an elder should care about the younger.

So, he's happy, he's excited, he's excited—no, no, no, it's better not to be too excited, after all, he's an uncle, he needs to be calmer and more mature than his little nephew.

Cyril: "When eating at night, can you place Ag's seat closer to me? I can look after him, and if he can't cut the steak, I will cut it for him."

Morgan: "It's okay to sit together, but not to cut steak." Frown: "Aggie, you have to help your uncle."

How can it be impossible to cut the steak's Agga-style text: "... good."

Cyril continued his efforts: "Before dinner, can Agg read a book with me? Ah, does Agg like reading? Your body is really strong, I guess, are you learning to use a sword? If you can't read, then we-"

Morgan: "Reading is fine, but the last one is not." He frowned again: "Aggie, read with your uncle."

In fact, I don't hate Aggie who reads books: "...Oh."

The black-haired boy, who had never seen such a battle before, had a stiff expression, but was actually dumbfounded inside.

He almost thought he was dreaming.

The "uncle" who had only heard the name before was a young man who seemed to have a halo of holiness... Forget it, it seems to be acceptable.

The most frightening thing was that Agguivin thought that his mother had changed in such a short period of time.

Walking into this castle, Morgan restrained the madness that even children didn't shy away from outside, without leaking any clues.

Her image here is completely consistent with her appearance. She is a good sister who occasionally babbles, but is generally gentle and tolerant, and will be strict when she should be strict.

morgan...

This crazy woman left all the small piece of pure land in her heart that was not occupied by hatred to her beloved brother.

"Okay Cyril, it's time for you to take a nap."

The good sister finally pulled her narrow heart back from her brother's soft eyes, and began to urge again.

"OK."

Although sleepiness came up on time, Cyril didn't really want to sleep.However, he also knew that his sister would not compromise on this point, so he obediently let her pick him up, wrapped him in a blanket and sent him back to his room.

"Age's room, I think it's more appropriate to arrange the room next to me." He suggested solemnly, and at the same time gave a soothing smile to the black-haired boy who stood still.

Morgan's hands paused slightly, but then he recovered: "As long as you can get a good night's sleep, it doesn't matter where he lives."

Now, Cyril was completely satisfied.

He was carried back to the bed in the bedroom, and Morgan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, helping him cover the quilt for tens of thousands of times, preventing the cold air from finding a gap to invade.

The woman's straight blond hair fell down, and the brilliant shadow swayed in the boy's blue pupils.

"Honey, are you really so happy today?"

For some reason, the woman's voice drifted away, as if she was hiding something.

Cyril was already very tired, and his eyelids drooped downward.Barely standing up to listen to his sister, he tried his best to fall asleep slowly, but the voice coming from under the quilt was already indistinct and softer than usual.

"Well... yes."

"If you're happy, then, my sister will let... okay?"

There were a few words in the middle, but he couldn't hear them clearly, so he answered sleepily: "Mmm...mmmm..."

"it is good."

The eyelids had already fallen, and the boy who was about to fall asleep could only vaguely feel that the woman's warm hand was caressing his forehead, as if he had promised him something.

I want to ask...but I'm very sleepy.

Without too much entanglement, Cyril let himself fall asleep with peace of mind, thinking that after waking up, he would just ask his sister.

I am so happy today.

This is by no means a lie.

It seems to have passed through quite a long period of darkness, in a daze——

Suddenly, Cyril, who was sleeping, came to an extremely bright place.

Here is his dream.

But the scene in the dream cannot be controlled by him.

Stimulated by the bright light, Cyril rubbed his eyes, and after a long time, he tried to put his hand down.

After taking a good look at the surrounding environment, the bewilderment on the blond boy's face disappeared, and turned into a pleasant surprise at a familiar place.

"Again, what about this sea?"

He, who was only wearing pajamas, suddenly stepped on the center of the sea of ​​flowers.Colorful flowers surrounded him, and the end of his nose was full of strong floral fragrance.

Cyril looked into the distance again, as if he was looking for something.

"Mr. Elf, whom I saw last time, is he here too?"

He whispered to himself, and unknowingly, took a small step forward.

The petals hidden in the clump seemed to be aroused by this small step, and they floated up gently, riding the wind, and swam to the distance that the eyes looked at——

"It's you again, the child who ran into this dream in a daze."

Just at this time, Mr. Elf's soft and magnetic voice, with a smile, sounded from behind.