I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Merlin was invited into the castle that he had passed by but never approached.

The master of the castle was right in front of him.

The blond young man kept his word, prepared refreshments for him, invited him to sit down, and talked with him politely.

The magician's idea of ​​"the most dangerous place is the safest" seems to have been seen through by the master, because although the young man's attitude is polite and does not treat the guests in the slightest, he is alienated and indifferent from the depths of his eyes.

It shouldn't be.thought the magician.

'How could this child have such a cold attitude?No, it can't be said to be indifferent, it seems that you don't want to see me, and you don't want to talk to me... Eh, what happened?Is it an illusion, should it be an illusion? '

The result can not deceive oneself and others, it is really not an illusion.

A magician will only accidentally bite his tongue while reciting a spell, and he is most eloquent when speaking usually.

He is very good at clichés—no, finding topics, he can easily stir up the atmosphere, and he can quickly shorten the distance with the chatter.

but.

premise:

The other party must cooperate.

"Oh, I heard Arthur say that over the past year, Your Excellency has exchanged letters with her and given her a lot of suggestions on decision-making. As Arthur's teacher and elder, I also want to express my gratitude to you."

"I'm just discussing with His Majesty. It's not a suggestion. Your Excellency Merlin is too polite."

"..."

——Then the topic is over.

silence.

"Hey, when I was in the capital, I heard the name of Knight Gawain. He is your nephew, right?"

"Well, I also heard from Gao Wen that he often sees you next to ladies, what a coincidence."

"..."

——Then the topic ended again.

Merlin felt that it was not good to go on like this.

He came here today, of course not "dropping in" as mentioned in the words.

There are certain reasons for avoiding Morgan, who is chasing after him, but as a matter of fact, he is more inclined to complete the "agreement" and formally meet the human child he met in his dream in reality.

After agreeing to witness the boy's hard work with his own eyes, he really came.Although this "agreement" is now only remembered by Merlin himself.

Over the years, Merlin heard about the boy's deeds from multiple sources.Occasionally, he would hide in the dark, and quietly wait and see if the Duke in the castle was writing at his desk again when Morgan was not paying attention.

Well, to be honest, avoiding Morgan was quite hard work, but it couldn't resist Merlin's endless enjoyment.

There are many reasons.

One is interested in the human children who broke into Avalon, and the other is that he must pay attention to the impact of the existence of uncertain factors on the history that should have developed according to the trajectory, regardless of public or private.

Cyril Cornwall is an artificial human created by Morgan.

He shouldn't have appeared, but because of Morgan's obsession, he was born suddenly.

It doesn't matter if the extra ones are ordinary humans.

The problem is that, based on the background of Cyril's deep connection with Morgan, King Arthur, and more people in the game, it is impossible for him not to affect the original trajectory.

So here comes Merlin.

Ah, one thing that must be explained is—at least this visit, the magician did not have any superfluous purpose.

The communication with His Excellency the Duke was not smooth, and after a little thought, he guessed the possible reason.

It should be because of what happened back then...

It's a little regrettable, but there's nothing I can do if I'm hated.

Merlin finally tried to struggle again, however, the young Duke still responded with an attitude that would neither be rude nor enthusiastic.

He didn't write the word "see off" on his face, but the increasingly awkward atmosphere, needless to say, was basically written.

Before the tea was finished, Merlin consciously said goodbye.

Cyril asked to stay, but after being rejected, he got up to send him off, so far it has been very businesslike.

Until the magician got the timing right and was about to leave, the master who had been treating him with an attitude of neither far nor near, unexpectedly asked the servant to present a gift——

"Is Your Excellency Merlin going back to the capital? Could you please pass this on to His Majesty."

Merlin: "...Ah."

It turned out that the gift was not for him, but for Artoria.

Merlin looked at the small box he took over.The small box was tightly sealed, wrapped in silk cloth and tied with a knot, just enough to be carried in the hand.

He was guessing in his heart what a precious gift this must be, when he heard the young man say in his still soft voice: "I just baked the dessert this morning, and I originally wanted to send it along with the letter. In the end, Your Excellency Merlin, come I just asked you to give it to His Majesty."

"Oh, so it's once a month—"

Merlin actually knew it too.

During this year, Artoria occasionally worried about the sweets she would receive every month.

Of course, what she is worried about is that she often forgets the food because of her busy schedule. If she puts it away for a long time and wastes it, she will feel very sorry and feel sorry for herself.

"Your Excellency made these yourself?" The most surprising thing was actually the truth. Merlin felt that Arturia might not even have thought of it.

There was a little blush on Cyril's fair complexion, and he was a little embarrassed: "It's not what you think, I only do it once in a while, for my sister and Gareth... I just moved on my own this morning on a whim a little while."

To sum up, the box of sweets held by the magician turned out to be an extremely precious "treasure" made by the Duke himself, and only those close to the Duke can have the opportunity to enjoy it.

Merlin: "Oh~"

He actually didn't intend to go back to the capital directly, but with such an important thing in hand, he had to make this trip.

The magician had just put away the little box and was about to say goodbye again.

His gaze unexpectedly landed on the object that was sent in front of him unconsciously.

Cyril held a small bag with both hands.

The bag is made of fabric, which is very light, and the mouth of the bag is tied up, which perfectly blocks the aroma of the food in it.

Moreover, because it is so small, it can be hugged and pinched in the palm of the hand with only one hand, and there is more space left.

"Your Excellency Merlin, if you don't dislike it, please accept it."

"...Huh? I still have my share?"

This time, Merlin was really surprised.

He took the little bag and lifted it by hooking it with one finger.

Compared with Arturia's exclusive boxed gift, the difference in treatment is really obvious.However, it is a surprise, and Merlin will not feel unbalanced.

"Thank you for your hospitality, and this surprise gift. I owed a meeting gift, and now I have to make up for it."

The magician's hearty laughter sounded, and Cyril's eyes flashed, as if a thousand layers of colorful colors were blown up by the wind, the flowers were so dazzling that it was hard to see clearly, and the sweet fragrance of flowers came to him at this moment.

When the vision returned to normal, the magician was no longer in sight.

The steps in front of the door are covered with a layer of flower petals that have not been blown away by the wind.And in his hand, there was an extra bouquet of flowers at some point.

The white bouquet plucked from the distant sea of ​​flowers is like a transparent flower bud trembling between the fingers of the young man, pure and fragile, never growing in Cyril's garden.

"..."

Looking at the extra flowers in his hand, Cyril realized that this is what the magician said in return.

"Strange magician."

The wind, which was a step slower, finally blew the petals on the steps to the untouchable sky, and also blew away Cyril's soft voice.

The "return gift" presented by the magician was brought into the house by him. Although he didn't bring it into the room, he found a vase to hold it and placed it in a corner of the hall.

Miraculously, these flowers are quite special and have not withered after a long time.

Sometimes Cyril passed by and saw them by accident.

The water in the vase was just changed, and some crystal drops of water sprinkled on the petals, like pearls that were crumbling.

……

The flower was just an impromptu return gift. Before the magician left, he said that he would make up for the meeting gift that he missed when he first came to the door. He really did not forget this matter.

Although he didn't show up in front of His Excellency the Duke again, he just let the birds fly to the window sill outside a certain room in the castle with a supplementary gift.

Merlin felt that it was enough to see the boy in his dream who had grown up, and he preferred to watch quietly from a place not too far away.

The magician was indeed watching not far away as the birds flew up in small baskets tied with ropes.

He saw the window open, and the blond young man appeared in the narrow space where the gray wall was broken. The slender and white hand that protruded silently was even more dazzling than the sunlight outside.

The Duke gave the magician a few small snacks, and the magician gave him a basket of fruits picked from the wonderland of Avalon, which were the favorite of the fairies and goblins in the lake.

The Duke accepted the fruits he sent, and seemed to ponder for a moment, then decided to use these fresh fruits as dessert materials amidst the cheers of the teenagers who sneaked into the study.He has been busy for several months, and today he is free. It just so happens that he can breathe a sigh of relief.

This afternoon is destined to be full of sweet aroma.

The desserts baked by the noble duke himself become more and more delicious as the number of times of practice increases. If you want to look at the whole country, you can be sure that there are only nobles who are willing to cook food for their families.

The laughter of one of the twins echoed in the room, the lively girl chattered in the ear of the uncle, and the boy who was the opposite of his sister was lying on the uncle's lap, eating biscuits and reading the book he hadn't finished before. .

Not long after, the twin brothers who had been out in the morning also came back.

"Gareth! How could you eat all the biscuits baked by your uncle and leave none for the elder brother who loves you the most, and there is no piece of bread left? What, did Gareth eat it? Even if you quibble like that, I also……"

"Stop talking, Gawain! Gachlis really ate it! Look at the biscuit crumbs on the corner of his mouth that haven't been wiped off!"

"So it's really you, cunning boy, Gachris—"

For biscuits and bread, the brothers and sisters began to fight again, and for a while, the castle, which was immersed in stability, suddenly became lively.

"Gao Wen, Age, it seems that your plan today is going relatively smoothly, and you still have the strength to say so much when you come back."

At the end of the fun, the duke, who watched them smilingly, finally spoke to prevent the dispute from escalating in dissatisfaction: "Okay, okay, I guess it's time for you to come back, I still have some left in the kitchen."

The contradiction is perfectly resolved.

The family happily finished their afternoon tea. The two children were taken outside by the eldest brother and the second brother to give instructions on swordsmanship. The Duke went back to the study and spent a while writing the unfinished letters...

Pausing for a moment, the magician temporarily changed positions, away from the castle.

Because after Gawain and Aggregwin, Morgan, who had been unsuccessfully chasing Nightmare, also came back.

She certainly didn't expect that the nightmare she was too angry to catch was circling around her door the moment before, and she had a second conversational contact with her younger brother.

Fortunately, there is no need to get close. No matter where you are, as long as you have your heart, the magician's eyes can see everything that belongs to the "now".

Just as the day ends, a new day arrives through the halo.

Yesterday—no, according to the boundary between the old and new days, it should be today—the duke, who didn’t know when he went to sleep, woke up early.

He only rested for a few hours, but he seemed to be in good spirits. When he got up, no one else was awake.

And that's his purpose.

At the beginning of the day, before the soft light of the morning sun had fully spread over the earth, the Duke walked lightly, and with a smile signaled to those he met in the corridor to stop talking, and then he quietly walked into a certain family's room.

What you do can be said to be childish, but it can't hide the warmth hidden in every move.

"Did you sleep well last night? Good morning."

The movement was very light, and the sound was so soft that it would not wake up the sleeping person.The blond young man came to the bed, touched the messy blond hair of the drooling niece, leaned over cautiously, and planted a softer kiss on her forehead.

"morning."

"Morning."

The first is the niece, and of course the others cannot be ignored.

He was very familiar with this schedule every morning, and the last room he came to was the bedroom of his sister Morgan.

The magician who saw this scene from thousands of miles away was stunned. The aggressive and unreasonable witch was lying on the bed so quietly at this time, with her head buried in the quilt, only a little hair tip leaking out.

This this--

What an unexpected spectacle.If another person sees it, I'm afraid they will be silenced by the witch after waking up.

But the blond young man who was actually on the scene at this time was not worried at all, his eyes were extremely soft instead.

"Sister...don't always be angry because of others."

Still bending down, the Duke lowered one side of the quilt and finished the good morning kiss.

Different from the previous few people, he had to add a few more words to Morgan.

His voice softened a bit, as if he was persuading, but also as if he was acting like a baby.

"I don't want to see you unhappy, let alone see you sad. We are already by your side... Would you like to have something sweet for lunch?"

"No... Cyril, you don't know... the hatred I can't forget..."

The woman seemed half awake, only vaguely felt her brother was beside her, so she stretched out her arms to hug him, and at the same time, unconscious words could not help but leak from her mouth.

"I know. Sister, I know."

"Hate, I don't want you to forget, I just want you to find out that there are more important things..."

The two siblings cuddled together.

The gradually rising bright light finally got a chance to pass over the window sill and break through the restriction of the veil, allowing several beams of light with warm temperature to fall on the bedside and beside them.

The years are quiet, I really want time to stop at this moment.

And the scene I saw in my eyes, as well as the people in the painting, were extremely beautiful, so beautiful that the onlookers couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, this is indeed what I like, but..."

Touching the corners of his upturned mouth, the magician was amazed that he actually smiled from the bottom of his heart.After all, if you guessed right...well, you shouldn't have guessed wrong, the "hate" that the siblings talked about probably had something to do with the magician himself who sighed quietly here.

However, the magician was relieved afterwards, and his mood was indeed relieved by the beautiful picture, which cannot be denied.

After delivering the presents, I quietly watched the development until the next morning. There was nothing to watch after that, and Merlin left.

When he left, the smile hadn't completely disappeared from the corner of the magician's mouth.

He should come again in the future, but whether he will show up or not is uncertain.Where Morgan is present, the risk factor is still very high.

However, if that little His Excellency the Duke makes a big move that affects the end of his watch, he must show up.

One day after that, Merlin occasionally remembered the little gift he got last time. The dessert tasted really sweet in his mouth. Although he didn't like it very much, he didn't think it was annoying.

——When I go next time, I can still have this treatment, and I am almost satisfied...

thought the magician.

From a practical point of view, I don't really want to have to show up.However, if he really wanted to meet, he still had a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

As a result, time moves forward slowly, as long as all the beings living in the world have taken steps together, each walking towards their own path.

however……

I don't know whether to call it an accident, or to say that this was actually expected.

A few years later, Merlin finally showed up.

The place where we met was still the old castle, and the surrounding environment seemed not to be eroded by time. At first glance, it seemed that there was no change in the slightest.

Yes, those exteriors haven't changed.Only one thing has changed.

The bird landed on the window sill, hopping lively, and the sound it made was as loud as knocking on the door.

But the window of the study room did not open as before.

The blond young man who was originally sitting behind the desk, sometimes reading quietly, and sometimes writing with a pen, did not move.

The quill slipped from between the fingers, and fell silently to the ground, leaving deep marks on the carpet.

And its owner, leaning over the surface of the desk, pressed the unfinished letter with his elbow.

The wet ink on the letter paper was scattered in large swaths, mixed with the dried blood that dripped earlier, and also stained the cuffs embroidered with delicate patterns.

The blood color that broke the beautiful canvas is really dazzling.