I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

The funeral after the king's death will be held, and it stands to reason that all nobles with titles should go to attend.

But—this time the situation was extremely complicated.

The brave man who pulls out the sword in the stone will become the future king. This announcement is enough to attract the blazing eyes of nobles big and small.

The knights who claimed to be warriors all over the country became excited and surrounded the church that King Uther said.The adults who are both knights and nobles maintain order calmly and reservedly on the surface, arranging everyone to try in order, but the eagerness and greed in their hearts have already emerged anxiously from their fiery eyes.

It's a pity to say so, but King Uther's funeral is destined to be deserted.

People are busy fighting for the throne, and seem to forget that Britain is in danger of external and internal troubles for a while.

If we don't rush to pick the lucky one... no, the Destined King who has the power to end this chaos, things will get even worse.

Such a simple truth that seems to be obvious at a glance, but the humans with ulterior motives in it can't see it clearly.

……but.

The Duke of Cornwall, who was not involved in the king's election ceremony, did not attend King Uther's funeral.

On that day, the news came from afar. The young Duke of Cornwall, who had just recovered from a serious illness, waited alone in the room until another dead night came.

Cyril finally waited for his sister back.

Perhaps it was because riding in the night as thick as ink, the woman's long golden hair seemed to be soaked in the ink, it was pitch black and dark, and it was like her eyes completely covered in darkness, without any luster.

Morgan thought his younger brother was still awake, so he walked into his room subconsciously, wanting to take a look at him.

But he never thought that the young man had already woken up, and was sitting on the round chair in front of the window. When he saw her figure appearing, he raised his head in good time.

"elder sister."

Cyril only called her softly.

A daze appeared on the woman's face smeared with darkness, and then, the indelible gloom had to fade away like a tide. She walked out of the dark place and finally came to a place with light.

"Cyril..." Morgan's voice was a bit obscure at first, but soon her tone became urgent: "Is your body feeling better? Why are you sitting here? You'll catch a cold. Go to bed quickly. Sister Bring you hot water."

"I feel fine now, sister, don't worry."

Cyril was actually a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

Indeed, he stood up and came to the bed. Cyril sat on the bed, but did not listen to Morgan's words, and lay down obediently.

"Sister." His smile seemed shy, but Morgan could clearly see the unshakable firmness in his green eyes: "Tonight, I can't seem to sleep alone, can my sister stay here with me?"

Morgan froze.

And Cyril continued: "Just like when I was a child, my sister accompanied me to sleep...is that okay?"

Before Cyril was ten years old, Morgan often kept him company at night.After the age of ten, Cyril felt that he could not continue to tire his sister, so he began to politely refuse.

But at this time, he seemed to suddenly remember what happened so long ago, so he made a request for Morgan to be with him on a whim.

"..."

"Okay."

Even though he noticed something strange, Morgan did not refuse.

She took off the cloak covering her body, sat on the edge of Cyril's bed, and first pulled the quilt to cover her brother's legs.

Cyril grabbed the corner of the quilt and rubbed it to the side silently.

He got close to Morgan's side, leaning his face on her shoulder, and slowly raised his hand to hug the woman's arm.

Obviously at this time, there is still no word.

At the moment when his younger brother leaned forward, the shadows in Morgan's heart that had not completely dissipated had already been completely swept away by the gentle warm current.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and a thick tired look flowed under her eyelids.

Just last night, Morgan got her revenge.

Uther is dead.

That despicable man who was noble without a king, cheated his mother, and killed his father died under the curse of her resentment and obsession.

For Morgan, this should be the best thing.She finally killed Uther and avenged her parents. The obsession that has persisted since she was a child has finally reached the moment when she can be freed...

but.

but!Why!

Morgan, who heard the news of Uther's death, didn't feel any joy in his heart.

First hollowness, then numbness.After the numbness dissipated, the bitterness was replaced by the anger that realized that he had been fooled!

Yes, she was fooled!

Over the years, although Morgan's attitude has softened because his younger brother distracted his enemies, but the resentment towards Uther has not faded away from the beginning to the end.

She would not give up killing him, but every time she tried, she would fail because of the obstruction of another magician who was standing by Uther's side.

In the field of magicians, Morgan is quite a magical existence.

Although she is a human being, she has inherited the "mystery" of the whole of Britain since she was born, and has directly ascended to the pinnacle of magicians, reaching a height that countless people desire but cannot achieve in their lifetime.The method of making artificial humans was what she started researching when she was a teenager, and finally successfully developed it.

The top magicians, even if they pull through all the history, can only find a few of them.

With Morgan's talent and strength, it would have been quite easy to avenge his parents.However, as if fate was deliberately against her, there was another top magician in the same era.

The magician's name was Merlin.

The half-human, half-nightmare magician has lived for who knows how many years, but he chose to jump out as a prophet when King Uther was, and escort the despicable men. Even, the tragedy of Morgan's parents included Merlin, the only The handiwork of a loathsome half-nightmare.

It was he who helped Uther change into the appearance of the Duke of Cornwall and deceived the Duchess who knew nothing about the truth.

Morgan hated Uther, and he also hated Merlin.

She cursed Uther countless times, but without exception, all the curses were removed by the magician Merlin before they took effect.

Morgan wanted to catch Merlin and get rid of the troublesome Half-Nightmare before Uther, but that Half-Nightmare was also extremely cunning, always running away and disappearing without a trace before Morgan made a move.The next time Morgan attacks King Uther, the half-nightmare is back.

This is always the case.

Being constantly troubled, but still unable to catch the culprit, Morgan was so angry that he wished to tear the cunning goblin's hands apart.

She and Merlin haven't really met face to face, but there has always been a secret fight.

This time, Morgan casts a curse without actually thinking it will work.

Because, no accident, the curse will be stopped by Merlin.

It was not wrong for her to think so, but what is the final fact?

— Uther really died from the curse.

Morgan, who received the feedback from the residual magic power, fell into an unbelievable shock at that moment. At first, she thought that this was another trick Merlin came up with to confuse her on purpose.

However, she began to probe.

The results of the investigation, the reaction in the court, and the vigorous selection of the Sword in the Stone...all the clues point to the conclusion that "King Uther is indeed dead".

impossible.

With that Merlin around, Uther would never be cursed!

unless……

Unless—this time, Merlin didn't intervene!

The reason may be that King Uther's conscience found out that to atone for past mistakes, let the magician not obstruct... No, this is absolutely impossible.

There is only one possibility.

That is, Uther and Merlin need to use the death of the king to start a new plan.

Even if Uther did die under her curse, Morgan wouldn't admit it.

She never believed that the despicable king would feel guilty, she would rather believe that Uther's death was the beginning of a new conspiracy.

The magician Merlin is really extremely cunning. Do you think that with this perfunctory method, the grievances of many years can be wiped out? !

This realization made her depressed, annoyed, and furious.

A variety of negative emotions were mixed in his heart, and Morgan was full of resentment, anger and aggrieved.

Uther died, and she wandered outside the mournful palace, but she was at a loss, not knowing who to direct these obscure feelings to.

Wandering, angry, cursing...

The rather distraught woman returns to her "home".

Until this moment, no matter how much he had experienced, Morgan had no intention of telling Cyril the cause and effect.

She has long been determined, and Cyril will always be pure, not full of filth like her.

However, once in a while...

Morgan always felt that even if he didn't say anything, his little brother seemed to be aware of it.

Like, right now.

The frail young man leaned against her tightly, as if exchanging the snuggle with his own warmth for silent comfort.

He felt the inescapable pain in her heart, and knew that he couldn't do anything, so he could only give her extra meager support.

On a cold night, the windows were not closed tightly, and the cool wind poured in, which should have made the indoor temperature cold.

However, it is limited to the side of the bed where the siblings lean close together, surrounded by warmth and shielded from the cold.

"Sister, if you are tired, just sleep here for a while. Just like when you were with me when you were a child, now, I will always be with you."

This is what Cyril really wanted to say.

The face against Morgan's shoulder moved away, and the blond boy was still holding her arm, but there was a slight worry on the face that was exposed to the front.

"What's my sister thinking and worrying about, I can be someone to listen to." He said.

"Cyril..." Morgan's heart was warm, but he felt sore. He just shook his head: "I don't want you to worry about those things, my dear, as long as you grow up properly, my sister can rest assured."

"Okay." Xiril paused for a moment, and regained his face: "Then, I'm fine now, can my sister sleep peacefully?"

He was very insistent that it didn't matter if he didn't tell him the whole story, and Morgan must be given a rest.

Morgan agreed.

She was indeed very tired, so tired that she didn't even have the energy to go back to her room.

Without even changing the dusty dress, the woman fell into a deep sleep in her brother's bed.

Cyril covered his sister with his quilt. In the second half of the night, he didn't feel sleepy either. He just sat quietly and smoothed out the woman's somewhat messy blond hair.

He is thinking.

If Morgan was awake, looking at the young man who was meditating in silence, he might not be able to help but think——he has grown up.

On the previous page, he could also simply share fun with the elves in his dreams.

Unexpectedly, only one day later, an extremely sudden accident happened, which made him have to seriously examine himself.

——My sister has something very important to hide from me, and I found out a long time ago.In the past, in order not to worry her, I acted as if I didn't know anything, thinking that this would make her feel more relaxed.

Cyril thought that he thought he was being considerate by pretending not to know, but now it seems that this is actually a retreat.

Pretending not to know, it seems that he can enjoy the peace with peace of mind, continue to accept the protection of his sister, and there will be no one to criticize.

Oh, except himself.

Cyril thought again, he couldn't bear it.He couldn't watch the pain of the loved one he loved the most, but he, who was clearly aware of it, did nothing.

No matter it is for the position of knowing the truth in the future, or it is more superficial, it is just to shoulder the responsibility that belongs to me.

Cyril wants to make himself stronger and have the power to be independent.

"Not only to help my sister, but also to help more people."

He whispered to himself.

This fragile body cannot withstand physical exercise, and it may be the only way to do it for the rest of his life.

Therefore, the strength of personal strength is not the way for Cyril to go.

His slightly erratic gaze fell on the pale palm that he unconsciously clenched and then loosened.

……

It seemed to be silent for a long time, and the sky outside finally dawned.

Agguiwen felt that something was wrong with his uncle since yesterday.

Mother came back last night, and the siblings stayed in the room and never came out again.The maid who entered the door once only said that His Excellency told them to go down and have a good rest instead of keeping watch.

It seems that nothing is wrong, but the king is dead.

Agguiwen knew that his mother hated King Uther, that's why he was so disturbed.

He was inexplicably worried—maybe worried that his mother, who had been normal for so many years, was stimulated and showed a crazy side in front of his uncle who didn't know her true face.

Therefore, early in the morning, Agguiwen couldn't help knocking on the door.

The door wasn't actually closed, it was just gently snapped shut.

Hearing the boy's hoarse voice coming from inside, Agguiwen frowned, and hastily opened the door to enter.

The psychological shadow Morgan left on him was really deep, and it hadn't faded after so many years. Therefore, Agguiwen didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all, for fear that he would see a hysterical mother and a scared to death Poor uncle.

"uncle--"

He only yelled out one word, and the remaining half of the words got stuck in his throat, and the expression of the black-haired boy became particularly exciting in an instant.

What did he see?

Agguiwen almost wanted to raise his hand to wipe his widened eyes vigorously.

He staggered a few times and swayed to the side of the big bed in the bedroom.

"Shh."

Cyril made a small gesture, and looked down Agger's shocked gaze, with a smile on his face.

Morgan wasn't awake yet.

In the past, the woman who was either cold, glamorous and arrogant, or full of majesty let go of all her defenses, and was instead taken care of by her younger brother who was still a child, stroking her head...

Not like Morgan, not at all—not at all.

Where did this young and beautiful woman who looked exactly like Morgan come from and seemed a little fragile? ? ! !

The strong contrast almost stopped Cyril's poor nephew's heart from beating.

Cyril looked at Age's nephew who was expressionless and was covering his chest, and smiled: "Hahaha."

"Aggie."

"...Uh, uh? What?"

"Cough... I was wondering if I should remind you. If there is no accident, my sister will wake up in one minute."

"?!!!"

Agguiwen's complexion changed drastically.

Don't say any unnecessary words, the young man who seems to have a deeper psychological shadow quickly fled, unwilling to stay for a second.

Cyril managed to let Ag escape unharmed.

It's like this, after my sister wakes up, she will definitely feel angry for her gaffe, but she won't be angry with him. The only unlucky one is Agger who bumped into him at the first time——

but.

In the last minute before Morgan woke up, the blond boy who had been struggling all night without rest yawned slightly.

Then, the hand dropped and touched the sunlight that had quietly climbed up.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he whispered:

"Just start today... work hard."

……

……

Four years later.

Tonight, it is the royal ball that is being held in the magnificent hall.

All the famous nobles in the country have come here, and of course, there are also charming beauties in gorgeous long dresses who are invited to the ball and are indispensable to the ball.

The time has not yet come, the future is determined, and the dance has not officially started.

Men stood in corners talking with acquaintances, and women, covering their faces with fans, also gathered together, talking in whispers that only each other could hear.

However, there are also quite a few young ladies looking around here from time to time, as if looking for an uncertain figure...

Ah, I seem to have found it?

A small commotion erupted in the crowd—mainly the crowd of women—and the well-dressed aristocrats seemed to cast more jealous than disdainful glances at this side.

The source of the commotion was due to an accident.

A careless lady accidentally twisted her foot while walking, and when she screamed and fell forward, a passing gentleman just reached out to support her in time.

"Miss, please forgive me for taking the liberty."

That's right, the main cause of the commotion was this gentleman himself.

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes exuded a bright light all over his body, and his smile was still so bright and brilliant.

This is the newly promoted lady killer, male public enemy, Gawain Knight who is handsome but strong and brave.

Not long ago, Knight Gawain was canonized by His Excellency the Duke and officially became a respected knight.He hasn't announced who he will be loyal to, but everyone defaults to the duke who presides over the knight ceremony for him.

As soon as he entered the social arena, the promising Knight Gawain became the focus of attention.

Just like the young lady who was lifted up by him, her face was already blushing, her lips squirmed for a long time, but she couldn't speak.

"Hehe." Knight Gawain seemed to smile very understandingly. It is his code of conduct to treat women with respect. The "female" here covers all age groups from one year old to 99 years old.

"Are you not injured? If there is any discomfort, please be sure..."

"cough!"

Before Knight Gawain could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cough from behind.

It turned out that his brother, Agguiwen, who had not yet received the ceremony because he was under the age, was also there.

Agguiwen was also good-looking, but he couldn't be classified as handsome. His rigorous and serious temperament was obviously more outstanding.

Agguiwen: "Be careful, Gao Wen, you're starting to feel complacent again."

Gao Wen: "You misunderstood, my brother. I just extended a helping hand to the lady in need, nothing else."

However, after the lady was helped up, she didn't have the intention of thanking her and leaving, her eyes flickered, and she hesitated to speak. Knight Gawain felt that it was necessary to listen to her patiently.

"Miss?"

Knight Gawain looked forward to it.

Living up to expectations, the young lady seemed to be determined, and finally, under the warm gaze of the blond knight, taking advantage of this coincidence, she resolutely spoke:

"Please...Excuse me...Knight Gawain, you..."

Gao Wen (happy): "Hmm, huh?"

The young lady (with a desperate look, her eyes suddenly changed): "Excuse me, did your uncle, His Excellency Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall, also attend this party?"

Gao Wen: "My - uncle - ah, ah?"

It wasn't a cough, but a mocking sneer came from behind.

Knight Gawain was disappointed.

However, the expectant and sharp eyes of the young lady made him hide his disappointment, and replied as usual: "Of course my uncle is here too, but before entering the arena, we will separate..."

slam-la-

Still before he finished speaking, the women were in an uproar and started discussing excitedly on the spot.The lady who twisted her foot couldn't wait to thank her, and hurriedly joined the discussion.

Gao Wen: "..."

Age Guiwen: "That's why I told you to be cautious."

The Sun Knight's light dimmed, but soon returned to normal - Gawain said that he was used to it.

He has been treated like this since he attended a banquet with his dear uncle.

The ladies expressed their admiration for the beauties of the solar system, but they were presumably more interested in the Duke of Cornwall, who only made one public appearance.

"This is very abnormal." Gao Wen sighed, and said to his second brother: "I fully approve of uncle's appearance and demeanor, and I am absolutely not jealous. However, is the aesthetics of ladies too simple?"

"Yes, you are not jealous, you are just lonely." Agguiwen: "I suggest you look for problems from yourself, such as your muscles—are they too strong?"

Gao Wen solemnly objected: "Muscles are not a problem at all, only a broad and reliable chest can provide a sense of security. Alright, Age, after you become a knight, you will understand these principles."

The duo of brothers who came to the banquet began to refute their physique, but as always, no one convinced anyone.

However, the owner of that name they mentioned before...

Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall, had not yet appeared in the hall of the ball, so no matter how much the ladies searched, they could not find the figure they had glimpsed before.

Yes.

He's in another place in the palace.

On the way to the ballroom.

"Although I came uninvited, please forgive me. The place is too noisy. I want to meet you first in a quiet place."

"Would you like to spare a moment, listen to me, Your Majesty?"

——Meet you for the first time, Your Majesty the King.

——meeting for the first time, my...another sister.