I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

——Everything I do is based on the same purpose.

——That is, to make people who care about smile.

This is what Cyril wrote on the first page of his diary that had been left unused for a long time.

The one he wanted to protect at first was naturally his sister.

The misery and sadness Morgan showed that night was the trigger for him to change his mind.

As a 13-year-old boy can tell at that age, he does not want to pretend to be ignorant, accepts protection with peace of mind, and turns a blind eye to the pain of his loved ones.

How can I make my sister open her heart and stop being harassed by hatred?

The boy made several steps for himself.He obviously knows that he can't aim too high, he can only do it step by step, and the first step is to enrich himself until he can step out of his sister's wings, and then discuss whether he has the qualifications to know all the truth at that time.

He is indeed moving forward step by step.

Swimming in the vast sea of ​​books laid the foundation for him to start. The first thing Cyril learned was to sort out the total amount of property he owned, and then he learned to review the expenditure accounts of the castle.

Later, he could handle all the affairs of the Duke's mansion, and Morgan was freed from the busyness of having to be distracted from handling chores for his younger brother.

Even without looking at her success in the field of magic, Morgan is a very powerful woman.

She doesn't mind doing this favor all the time, because in her opinion, her brother is an integral part of her life, and his business is her business.

When he realized that Cyril seemed to grow up overnight, Morgan thought of their father in a trance, and Cyril already had the shadow of his father in the past.

But she was still worried.

Mainly worry and distress.

"Don't make yourself so hard, my Cyril." Morgan said to his brother: "All the things that make you tired, troubled, and worried, I can't wait to let them all disappear, or do it for you."

"But sister." Cyril said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I think so too."

He took back all the responsibilities that belonged to him as the duke, so that his sister could do what she really wanted to do.

After a long time, Cyril became more and more busy.

His contact with civilians has increased, and although he cannot go far due to physical limitations, the information he knows is also increasing.If it was too far away, his nephews would help him go.

In addition to relatives, I also hope that people who work hard can get happiness-this idea appeared at that time and I kept it in my heart.

He has been working hard.

Full of anticipation, actively looking forward to "tomorrow", believing that tomorrow will definitely become better...

'only. '

Listening to him talk in a dream, seeing him collapse [ ], the voice seems to come from a distant height.

'You were so well protected in the past, once you get out of the comfort of your environment and glimpse the cruelty of reality that is completely different from the outside world, you will collapse like this. '

'From the perspective of your own advantages and disadvantages, don't go too deep, don't think too much, don't...'

——Don’t get involved, that’s the best ending for you.

……

Who... said to him...

As if floating vaguely from the darkness where the way forward could not be seen clearly, who said this soft voice, but indifferently dissuading him?

Can not remember.

Only a little vague impression.

I always feel that he should have had a dispute with someone.

He doesn't want to.unwilling to give up.Why give up?Just because I know how narrow and ignorant I have been, the belief I established at the beginning will become stronger.

why why--

"..."

"West……"

"Cyrillic!"

Being called from nearby, Cyril woke up suddenly.

He slept quite uneasy, and he didn't remember whether he had a dream when his consciousness was sluggish, he just felt uncomfortable all over.After waking up, I found that the back of the close-fitting clothes was wet and covered in cold sweat.

"You shouldn't have gone."

What came into view was the woman's worried and dissatisfied face.

When Morgan learned that his younger brother led his eldest and second sons to the capital, he felt ominous in his heart.

The main reason is that she is worried that her younger brother's health will go wrong after going out this trip, and the second is that she feels inexplicably restless inside, as if something she doesn't want to see happens.

If it was still four years ago, Morgan would have rushed to the capital immediately, brought his younger brother back, and hung the silly sons on a tree to shake.

However, Cyril probably guessed what she was thinking a long time ago, and made an agreement with his sister early, if it was not in danger of life-threatening, he hoped that she would not intervene and let him handle it by himself.

Morgan didn't agree at all at first, but after half a year of grinding with Cyril's soft voice, she reluctantly compromised.

The younger brother is really grown up and has his own ideas, so he doesn't want to let his sister take care of him all the time.

She... figured this out very, very, very hard, and only reluctantly arrested Gawain and Agguiwen, and strictly warned them to follow uncle closely, protect him, and not get hurt, let alone tired.

result.

The useless stupid sons are the ones who help her see it!

"Why did you catch a cold? Come on, drink the medicine, my sister will ask someone to prepare hot water, and you can lie down and rest later."

Morgan hurriedly helped his younger brother out of the carriage. Seeing his younger brother's face turned pale and dripping with cold sweat, his heart almost broke from the pain.

"It's okay, sister, I just... Well, I had a nightmare and was scared."

Cyril knew he was wrong, so he had no choice but to appease her first.

Morgan frowned tightly when he heard the word "dream".

She endured and endured, but in the end she couldn't help it anymore: "Gao Wen and the others let them go if they want to go, why don't you... those nobles who can only talk about it are worth wasting time negotiating. Or, Cyril, Have you—have you seen Arthur?"

Who knows how she thought of the last half of the sentence.

"Arthur" - that's the forbidden word to which the newly promoted Morgan would be irritated when he heard it.

Probably after the new king came to the throne, the women who stayed far away from the capital heard the name of the new king, and it has been like this since that day.

Morgan didn't know that what she had been trying to hide had been discovered by Cyril.

Therefore, when "Arthur" was mentioned at this time, it was just an ugly expression and a displeased mood, and he didn't think about the possibility that his younger brother went out this time just for the "Arthur" in her mouth.

Cyril naturally couldn't let her notice it.At least not yet, or Sister Morgan will die of anger.

"elder sister."

The young man supported by the woman stopped for a while, and when his eyes turned to Morgan, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't answer Morgan's question directly, and he didn't intercede for the poor nephews for the time being. The smile on his soft face seemed to merge with the crimson in the clouds behind him.

"Always make you worry about me, I'm sorry, the person I love the most."

Morgan: "..."

Morgan was stunned, dazed, stiff... and retreated.

Silly sons, bastards, nightmares, Arthur with Uther's blood all abandoned to the ends of the earth, the witch who was influenced by her brother's smiling face and confession resisted the urge to cover her face, principles and anger flew away from her heart together.

"There's no need to rest. I just slept. It's still early. I want to read a book again."

Cyril struck while the iron was hot.

Morgan: "No... well, drink the medicine and go."

"Of course, I will take care of my body, don't worry, sister."

Having said that, in fact, when he was desperate, he would not care about himself at all. After drinking the potion prepared by his sister without changing his face, he washed his face and changed his clothes, and went straight to the study.

Although he went to the capital in the morning and came back before dusk, Cyril still would not forget that he had piled up a lot of things to do.

The most important content at present is what he said in the palace and the king.

The land under their feet is already in an unavoidable crisis.

The soil has become barren, food and supplies are in short supply, and people's lives have become more and more difficult.This is a problem that Cyril, who is a lord, must find a way to solve.

However, if it is not limited to the Duke's territory, but in a wider area, more people will be harassed and invaded by foreign enemies. If they do not resist, the country may be subverted.

Regarding the country, the latter issue should actually be considered by the king, and it seems to have nothing to do with Cyril, who is only a duke.

"Maybe, she will want my help."

In the study room, the blond young man who opened the book stopped his eyes on the pages, and lightly touched his lips with the index finger of his left hand, talking to himself in a low voice.

"If she is a qualified king, then she will definitely come to me. However, in that case, um, Sister Morgan... Forget it, this kind of uncertain situation, let's see at the right time."

……

After a few days, Gao Wen and Agguiwen, who had stayed in the capital for two days, finally came back.

Although Cyril had defended him first, Morgan still didn't take good care of his younger brother. The unlucky son who was suspected of having fun outside hung on the tree. He just kept a cold face and reduced their shaking time by half an hour.

"Uncle, you have to believe that we never forgot you—"

"Well, I trust you, Age."

"Although I did not do that, uncle, the previous sentence was said by Gao Wen."

"Well, I know, that's why I only say it to you who are honest."

Knight Gawain, who was ignored by his uncle and younger brother after only saying a word: "..."

Gawain was a little sad.

"I just followed the teachings of the knight's code and cared for women. You guys, why are you—"

The knight shook his head, but he was not angry: "You all come to tease me. Uncle Cyril, you have learned from Ag."

"Sorry, I made a little joke. I actually wanted to adjust your mood." Cyril coughed lightly: "After all, you were hung on a tree by your sister after three years. Maybe the shadow in your heart..."

Cyril stopped coughing, and instead smiled happily.

Gao Wen: "..."

Agnes: "..."

Needless to say, uncle did it on purpose.

This episode was quickly over. Gawain and the two took advantage of Morgan's absence and whispered to Cyril that they had met the new king Arthur that night and had the honor of having a conversation with the king.

Judging from the expressions of the two, they had a good impression of the new King Arthur Pendragon. Even the stern Agger said that King Arthur was indeed a king.However, to confirm whether he can win the hearts of the people, we have to continue to observe.

"One more thing, is His Majesty's figure too petite?"

Gao Wen fell into deep thought after speaking: "No, how could I say that? Petite is a description of women, it's too rude, it should be short, well, if a man has such a figure, even if he is a king, he will lack majesty ah……"

Cyrillic:"……?"

He looked at the two nephews with surprised eyes, and found that they both seriously thought that King Arthur was not tall as a man, and he might not be able to convince the public.

He was shocked.

——Wait, whether you know it or not, after seeing "Arthur", you should be able to see that she is indeed a woman and not a man, right?

—Wait a minute, are you serious?Really obvious?

Calm down for a while.

Cyril felt that it was not his problem.

Not only Gao Wen and the others, but everyone who met King Arthur seemed to agree that she was "he" by default, and no one stood up to question the king's gender.

Cyril... Forget it, he just pretended he didn't know and didn't say anything.

On the other hand, the nephews also ended up regretting the king's lack of manliness.

"Actually, we stayed in the capital for an extra day because we were invited by His Majesty the King."

"Your Majesty the King?"

Cyril's attention was also shifted, and he was curious.

Gao Wen said sternly: "At first we were also very surprised. His Majesty the King attended the ball and talked to us for a while that night. The next day, before Age and I planned to leave, he sent someone to invite us to the palace. That's when we found out..."

"uncle."

"You and His Majesty the King—have known each other before?"

"……what."

Cyril didn't change his face: "I happened to meet His Majesty in the palace that day, and chatted with His Majesty."

"Oh." Gao Wen didn't think much about it, only Agguiwen cast a puzzled look, the former smiled calmly, and continued: "It seems that His Majesty has a good impression of you. He entertained us in the palace, and finally , let us deliver a letter on his behalf."

Cyril woke up: "A letter to me?"

"Yes."

Agguiwen took out the carefully sealed letter and handed it to Cyril.

Cyril took it, surprised in his heart, he really didn't expect that he would underestimate the speed of the opponent, and the following came several times faster than expected.

He only turned the envelope over, and put it on the table, not opening it for now.

And the eyes of the nephew and nephew were on the letter, as if they really wanted him to open the letter and read it now, and they were obviously very curious.

Cyril blinked, and in front of them, picked up the letter again—stuck it in a drawer where they couldn't even see it.

"Oh! Uncle, you can't do this!"

"I'm thinking about you." Cyril also said sternly: "Sister doesn't want to hear anything related to that, cough, if you know too much in detail, you accidentally slipped your mouth in front of her..."

"The tree by the garden has never grown tall. If you hang a heavy object for a while, the trunk may break. Why don't you make things difficult for it?"

"...This is obviously for the sake of the tree!"

Forget it, seeing that Cyril didn't want them to get involved, and was worried that Ms. Morgan would notice, Gawain and Aggregwin looked at each other and left helplessly.

"Okay, we will help you cover, dear uncle, let mother know that it is really not good."

"Cover... Actually, it's not necessary, as long as you don't mention it on purpose these days."

Cyril pondered for a while, and soon smiled softly: "Even if we don't tell, my sister will know sooner or later. As for when, whether I can stabilize my sister depends on the progress of the other side."

The nephews expressed that they did not understand what he was saying.

Cyril said, it doesn't matter, just wait.There is no need to hide it at that time, it will be known naturally.

After everyone left, he was still guarding the study before he started to read the letter.

The font that came into my eyes was neat and neat, with only a little delicate outline, and it could be seen that it was written by the person holding the pen seriously, one stroke at a time. If you think about it, she has an extremely serious and rigorous personality.

Skipping the formulaic prologue at the beginning, Arthur, who had only met him once... No, Arturia Pendragon greeted Cyril, Duke of Cornwall in the same serious tone.

However, the following content may seem incredible to outsiders.

Logically speaking, His Majesty the King, who was not familiar with Cyril, spoke directly, cared about the Duke's body, and expressed his most sincere apology for not being able to notice his discomfort in time that day.

Apologizing as soon as it comes up is already weird.Even stranger content awaits below.

After apologizing, the meticulous His Majesty the King changed his pen and entered the second most important topic.

She actually wrote directly that she still had some confusion about the land issue that Cyril had mentioned before, and wanted to get further answers.

In addition, he has discovered something, whether it is about the discovery of land or other aspects, can you write to discuss with yourself.

"Well?"

Seeing this, Cyril let out a sigh, and unknowingly adjusted his sitting posture, showing a more solemn attitude.

He saw the end of the letter written by Wang himself.

In the last paragraph, it is the confession of the girl king involuntarily mixed with deep feelings.

Perhaps the king himself didn't realize it in time. When she was writing, she hesitated a few times, and the ink stained with the quill tip dripped down, almost destroying the blank and clean picture at the end.

In the end, the tip of the pen still hangs down, and the delicate handwriting covers the original spotty ink.

Here, the king writes:

"You'll laugh, but I've never felt so close to a person like I do now. I was baffled by it, but then I was ashamed that there was a moment of doubt."

"There will be this wonderful opportunity, I think, this is the proof of your integrity, kindness, and noble heart. As soon as I saw you, I felt that you and I have the same pursuit. You care People’s suffering and acted on it in a way that no one else could do, even if they were aware of it, but remained indifferent.”

"So, I hope to communicate with you for a long time, as a like-minded friend in this pursuit."

Artoria did not directly ask for Cyril's help.

If you give an order as a king, the person who is ordered will definitely not refuse.But subconsciously, the king didn't want to do that.

What she craved more was equal communication, and blamed the fact that she had grown so close to the Duke of Cornwall so quickly to the fact that they had the same purpose and could be friends.

However, in reality...

There are certain factors, but the most fundamental reason, of course, is not this.

The deepest connection comes from the blood relationship carved into the bone marrow. They were originally half-siblings.

"..."

After a long silence, before the continuation of the night invaded the lit study room, Cyril spread out the letter paper, picked up a pen, and began to reply to the king who was far away in the capital.

"Your Majesty, I am ashamed."

"Please forgive me. When I met you, I couldn't help feeling certain. I want to confirm your temperament, your pursuit, what kind of king you are, and..."

——Can you make me make up my mind to spend more energy persuading Sister Morgan to completely cut off that period of hatred that shouldn't last?

What he was really weighing was this matter.

Uther was dead, but Morgan did not dissipate the hatred, but instead extended it to the child Uther and his mother gave birth to, which is now the new king "Arthur".

Even after knowing the whole story, Cyril still doesn't want Sister Morgan to be immersed in hatred all the time, which is definitely not a good thing for her.

His heart inevitably turned to Morgan, but he also had a good impression of the second sister whom he had never met, and he naturally had the consideration that he did not want to see his relatives kill each other.

The so-called trade-off is just a choice between maintaining balance and trying to persuade.

At present, although I am very sorry to say, he has not confirmed it.He just met with Arturia, and it will take more time for him to make a more accurate judgment.

So, he lowered his eyes slightly, picked up a pen and wrote:

"Your wisdom and determination are far beyond my imagination, and I can already believe it. You have lived up to your expectations, Your Majesty, and I am very much looking forward to the next correspondence with you."

This is the end.

An exchange between the two in the form of letters began.

In about a year or so, they wrote nearly a hundred letters.Cyril and the king discussed the various crises facing the country and the solutions with the most practical value, which was not without controversy, but they could all express their ideas in the most peaceful tone.

Of course, apart from such solemn national affairs, many times, the topic in the letter would inexplicably turn to daily life—generally, the person who turned the topic was the serious Duke of Cornwall.

His Majesty the King has received the sweets that came with the letter many times. It is hard to say that she has no special liking for sweets, but she is happy thinking about it.

In this way, in the one hundred and one letter, the king who was summoning the brave knights from all over the country, who should have been too busy to get away, seemed to mention it very indifferently:

She intended to pay a personal visit to the residence of the Duke of Cornwall.

Moreover, there is no need for "friends" to decline, she is already on the way.Also, the entourage is the court magician and her teacher.

When Cyril received the letter, he was not as surprised as the king who was inexplicably nervous thought.

On the contrary, it is complicated.

"The court magician...is that the legendary Merlin?"

"It seems that it is impossible for my sister not to be angry."

His first thought was Morgan.

And then, because of his inexplicable breathing stagnation, he felt puzzled.