I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

In the end... how did it become like this?

The blond young man smiling in the sun seemed to be just yesterday. This scene made the magician who was watching from afar couldn't help but smile too, and the impression was naturally particularly deep.

So, today, come back here again.

Only then did Merlin think in a rather emotional mood:

It's just a few years.

All beautiful things are inherently fragile without exception. Even if they are still working hard and eager to bloom, they often wither regretfully before blooming because the delicate petals cannot support the rain.

Merlin was exactly sorry.

"Cyril Cornish..."

The white-haired magician who quietly appeared in the study read the name softly. Apart from regret, there seemed to be another emotion that was hard to discern.

"The efforts you have made and the assistance you have made to King Arthur have indeed slowed down the collapse of this country again. This is a fact that even I cannot evade."

"However, you—do too much."

The iconic beautiful voice is gentle and steady at all times, and this moment is no exception.

But I don't know if it is an illusion, the magician is narrating plainly, but the voice seems to come from a very high place.

It's emotion, it's sigh, it's pity.With condescending observation, there is another kind of indifference of the bystanders to the players in the game.

"..."

The crawling human youth did not respond.

Gein had lost consciousness, he didn't know that a magician came to him, let alone what he said.

So the magician continued: "If you knew in advance that the price would be your life, would you still be willing to do this?"

The young man still couldn't answer.

The letter paper left with dried blood slipped from under his arm, and Merlin flattened it again, removed the stain, and put it back on the table.

He didn't help the young man who was so quiet that he was about to lose his breath, but after staring downcast for a short while, his hand stroked the young man's blond hair, which seemed to have dimmed its light.

"I always forget that you are obviously not human."

The artificial man created by magic has the appearance of a human being, but is not a real human being. It should have been a "tool" that existed as a substitute.

In a way, it's a bit like a half-nightmare, half-human magician.

However, the similarities end there.

"Everyone thinks he is human, because his performance cannot be doubted, and even he himself thinks so."

"Bringing a life that shouldn't exist into this world, and letting him learn to be a human being, so that he is out of your control from now on, it's really a thankless act."

"Do you regret it?"

The magician asked as if talking to himself.

Unknowingly, the object of his direct narration has changed.From the extremely thin blond young man with a pale face and a thin body covered by his clothes, he transferred to another person.

He was the second person to appear in this dark room.

She looked like a woman covered in darkness so thick that she couldn't see her original shape.

The woman also brings more obscure shadows here, and the face under the veil has an unknowingly bleak expression.

All I could see was that her pair of ice blue eyes were astonishingly pale, as if they were about to shed cold tears at any moment. This was the result of the spread of indescribable grief.

"—Do you regret it, Morgan?"

"Yes." Morgan slowly continued with a hoarse voice: "I regret it very much."

At this moment, the witch and the magician who was persistently trying to catch him inevitably met each other, but the scene was so peaceful.

Not only did he not show fury, Morgan didn't even look straight at the disgusted magician.

She lifted the body of the unconscious blond youth, and didn't wait any longer, as if she didn't dare to look at her brother's fragile face that seemed to be broken if touched, and held him tightly in her arms with trembling arms .

Only hugged for a short moment, or the previous reason.

Morgan quickly picked up his brother again.

Because the young man is really too thin, being hugged by a woman who is shorter than him, the picture does not look weird at all.

After saying the previous stiff words, Morgan lost his mind and completely regarded the extra nightmares in the study as nothing.

She didn't intend to talk to him, nor did she have the heart to talk to him.

But he didn't want to talk to me, but the magician seemed to be regretful, and said again with regret: "Morgan, you have inherited all the mysteries of Britain. In terms of strength, I am not as good as you, but I can always pull away from you." The reason for the gap is that you don’t have clairvoyance.”

"Whether it is now or the future, you can't see it. Or, in fact, you can see it, but you don't want to see it? Well, I can only say that if you knew that there would be today, you might be able to listen to me Advice..."

"shut up!!!"

"..."

The magician was taken aback, shut his mouth, and looked over dumbfounded, and saw the woman who had been so quiet before suddenly stopped, and her ever-burning, inexhaustible anger finally rose to the surface again.

Morgan didn't turn his head, but the cold voice seemed to be mixed with grief, and it sounded in the form of unavoidable excitement.

"I regret it—I really regret it, why waste time, I should be by Cyril's side!"

"He's right, I didn't listen. Merlin... Merlin! Yes, it's not good for me to stubbornly point the finger at you and Arthur!"

"Huh?" The magician was surprised that Morgan could say such a reasonable thing, and his attitude was somewhat contradictory.However, he followed her words and continued: "Well, yes, since you know, you should let go of your hatred earlier, you and Arthur are from the same mother..."

Ok.

Again he couldn't finish his sentence.

These words somehow angered Morgan again, and the degree of anger could be called rage.

The magician was suddenly overwhelmed by the severe pain of his heart being broken, his neck being pinched, and a sense of suffocation.

Illusion is the effect of magic, not reality.The magicians who are best at playing this trick wake up immediately.

Morgan probably really wanted to kill him, but his reason was diluted by anger, so that the magician easily escaped.

The escaped magician still stayed in the study, but he was even more surprised than before.

Because, Morgan said, "For the sake of my parents, I will never forgive you and Uther. Merlin, I hate and hate you more than ever. If I had known this day, I would not have given up, I would never have ! I will only change another way to get revenge."

"You designed so much, using Uther, my parents, and Arthur who was also 'made' by you, in order to maintain this country. If this is the case, I will never let you do what you want. I will Destroy Britain, and let his descendants, who shed Uther's blood, push his country to destruction with their own hands!"

Leaving aside this unforgettable oath, Morgan left without hesitation, taking the unconscious Duke with him.

magician:"……"

The magician who was ignored by the fair and honest didn't know what to say.

He may never understand the brain circuit of this woman Morgan.The original intention was to persuade her to let go of her hatred, but the hatred deepened instead, and she was almost stimulated by what happened to her younger brother to subvert the country.

From another perspective, in Morgan's view, the magician's thinking is probably just as inexplicable.

The two of them were doomed not to understand each other.

The magician then remembered the short section of the future he saw at the very beginning, and he could only sigh that after such a big circle, the "future" still had to go that far.

Some time ago, he thought that the result of allowing that "accident" to develop freely would be to go on a business trip...

--but.Really can't understand.

Uninvited guests who were not entertained by the host, let alone liked by the host, came here with the intention of visiting, but failed to speak to the person who wanted to visit, so they should have left in despair.

However, the magician didn't leave immediately when no one took care of him.

After hesitating for a while, he picked up the letter paper that he had pressed on the corner of the table before.

The handwriting was restored by magic, showing its uncontaminated appearance.

At the end of the letter, the last word was not finished, the drawn strokes followed the sliding of the hand, and the ink leaked from the tip of the pen slid across the paper for a long time, leaving long through marks.

And the passage that is clearly seen is:

"...I help you not because of your relationship with me."

"As you said to me at the beginning, we have common goals and aspirations, and I see in you the hope of realizing this aspiration, so I will do my best."

"Others will misunderstand you and doubt you, but I know that you have made the best decision, and there is only one way. I will try my best to share your worries, please accept my blessing..."

Just stop here.

The magician can imagine the concentration of the blond young man sitting here, writing down these sincere words carefully.

Thinking about it, if he received this letter, the king who was leading the knight army to fight to the death on the front line would be very relieved and very happy.

*****

Cyril realized in a trance that he was dreaming.

He didn't realize it at first, because he had a vague feeling that he was in a very familiar place, which was his study.

The furnishings in the study are no different from the reality, except that there is a hazy light on the edges of the objects.In the room filled with dark bookshelves and stacks of books, similar halos danced.

He sat behind the desk, and there was a letter spread out on the desk. Obviously, he should be reading this letter at this time.

And the clue that made Cyril realize from his confusion that he was in a dream was in the content of the letter that he slowly lowered his eyes to see.

"Your Excellency, I cannot bear it any longer."

——This is the beginning.

After only reading the first sentence, I woke up immediately because I was so impressed.

Time...how did it go back to five years ago?

For some reason, he fell into a dream, and Cyril recalled that the time he received this letter was exactly five years ago.

Because it is important, it will leave a deep impression that can be remembered immediately after many years.

Cyril was able to retell the contents of the letter without re-reading it again.

In the months after he received it, he read it over and over again, and he had already learned by heart what was written on it.

Sure enough, after a brief hesitation, Cyril picked up the thin letter paper spread on the table, and cast his darker eyes on it. What he read was no different from what he remembered.

"I can't bear it anymore, Your Excellency! All the ministers told me that now is not the time to go to war, but I don't know, when is the 'time' in their mouth?"

At the beginning, it was such passionate words.

"They said that there is a lack of supplies and cannot support the army's supplies. Moreover, the biggest enemy is colluding with foreign enemies and must resist to the death. Once it is launched on its own initiative, it will increase the burden on the people. But they can't see that the people who are not protected by the king's capital have long We are already overwhelmed, if we wait any longer, the country will only perish in the fear of starvation and death.”

"Your Excellency, only you can understand me. I must have been caught in quite a dilemma when I watched the first signs of famine begin to appear across the country. However, no matter how I thought about it, I could only conclude that Britain could be saved. The only way is—"

"war."

Yes, it was that time.

Cyril and the new king of Britain maintained correspondence for more than a year. As time went by, the king, who didn't know their sibling relationship, trusted him more and more and introduced him as a confidant.

As a king, one should restrain one's selfish desires, and not show his emotions or anger.Artoria lost her innocence and sloppiness when she was a girl, and strictly demanded herself according to the king's standards.

Wang's heartfelt feelings are no longer poured out to others, perhaps only her brother-in-law who grew up together can guess her thoughts.However, behind the back of others, Artoria will reveal a little bit of her troubles in the correspondence with the Duke of Cornwall.

Her biggest problem is "this".

How to survive the crisis.

How to do our best to protect the people.

How to save the country in an environment that can be called desperate both inside and outside.

These issues have been discussed many times in previous letters, but the conclusion reached is still only that one.

It is a desperate situation that cannot be broken.

It seems that no matter how you look at it, you can't see the distant light breaking through the dark night...

However, you have to break it.

The letter from the king revealed her unwillingness and anger between the lines.

In fact, she already had an idea in her heart, but because she was too decisive and was not recognized by the people around her, she became confused under the anger.

Artoria wrote these words with the intention of expressing them, and she didn't want Cyril to point out anything. She used his approval to make up her mind.

Because in her default, the Duke of Cornwall is a very gentle person.Such a gentle young man would definitely not agree with her idea.

but.

She guessed wrong.

"War. You are right. It is unrealistic to procrastinate. This is the only way."

Cyril's reply said so. From the beautiful and smooth handwriting, it is impossible to see the mood of the writer at that time, but one can feel that he is extremely serious.

"On the way to march, use a village as a stronghold, extract all the resources in the village as the army's supplies, and reduce the pressure on other areas. Is this what you think, right? Quite right."

The optimal solution that the king thought of was to exchange the lives of more people with the smallest sacrifice.

In villages where all resources have been squeezed out, it is difficult for the living to survive.Although it is effective, this method will inevitably make people feel unreasonable, which is why Artoria is hesitant and feels that Cyril will not agree.

However, Cyril agreed in a calm tone.

He also said: "If possible, I also want to firmly believe that as long as there is hope, there will be no sacrifice... Make this decision, your heart must be more sad than I am at this moment. I am very sorry, I cannot protect you on the battlefield. The people fight in person, so we can only stay in the rear and try our best to do what we can."

"Let those who have lost their shelter and cannot survive come to my territory. This place is far away from disputes. I am willing to try my best to settle them down. Don't worry, I will find a way, and there will always be a solution. "

The king's reaction was hidden in the dozen or so letters that followed, which cannot be read at this time.

In short, it didn't take long for the war to save the country to start.

With the king as the center, the loyal knights rushed to the king's banner to fight against the invading foreign enemies.Through undefeated victories, the name of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table spread resoundingly throughout the world.

The battle plan was indeed the one that was set before. By extracting all the resources of a small village on the way to the battle as supplies, the Knight Legion could fight the enemy with the least consumption.

At first, there were some skeptical voices among the knights, who felt that the king who sacrificed innocent people before fighting the enemy was too cruel and frightening.However, it didn't take long for the sound to disappear.

The poor villagers who lost their food and could not get the protection of the army were picked up by another team from the rear.It was actually a knight corps sent by the Duke of Cornwall, who had heard that he had a close relationship with the king.

Of course, the knights serving the duke cannot compare with King Arthur's army, but it is still completely enough to escort the civilians back to the territory.

In fact, how the Duke of Cornwall kept alive the growing number of refugees crowded into his domain was unknown for a long time after the worries of the future were settled.

He generously distributed his land to the refugees, gave them accommodation and daily necessities, and taught them how to farm the land covered by the inherent barrier.

"Thank you—thank you! Honorable and kind Duke, without you, how could we stand here alive?"

When people say this, if Cyril hears it, he will tell them that he only has a little strength, and the one who should really be grateful is his sister Morgan.

In order to accept refugees—no, because he had a close relationship with "Arthur" and wanted to help her, Morgan raised objections with Cyril at the beginning of his discovery.

Even after so many years of family affection and warmth, the hatred in Morgan's heart is not as deep as it was at the beginning, but she still subconsciously does not want her brother to have contact with "over there".

However, Cyril told his sister seriously that he did these things not for King Arthur, but because he didn't want to see casualties everywhere.

"But you can't save so many people!"

"Do your best, sister. I never thought of saving the whole world. That is the king's mission. All I can do is try. Even if I only save one person, I will feel happy."

Cyril didn't just accept people blindly.Originally, he made this decision only after weighing the specific number of people that the territory could accommodate.

After discovering that the decline of land fertility was not caused by humans, he gave up the idea of ​​improving farming methods to increase food production, and instead recruited a few good—but not as good as his sister and another magician—magicians, Try to use mysterious means to maintain the vitality of this area.

Facts have proved that this method works.

Only limited to Cyril's territory, the crops are still growing normally.

Although the food supply was still not enough, they were barely able to get enough food and clothing. The people who finally felt that hope was coming thanked the Duke for his kindness, supported and encouraged each other, and finally survived with difficulty.

The inherent barrier covering the outside to nourish the earth, on the surface, is the work of several magicians, but in fact, it was done by Morgan.

She didn't like "Arthur", but let her see her brother was too busy to go home all day, and after just half a month, his body became thinner and thinner, how could this work.

Morgan couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't interfere with his younger brother's decision, so he had to do it secretly, at least to make his younger brother less busy.

Cyril found out about his sister's hidden help, for which he was extremely grateful.

During that time, busy, indeed busy.He can't sleep for long every day, and he has to worry about food and possible refugees who may join him all the time.

Losing a lot of weight is inevitable.

Although, it was also a clue that only appeared during that time.

One day, when Cyril, who had been staying up late for several days, got up, he suddenly felt dizzy.

When his consciousness cleared up, he wanted to open his mouth, but before that, he tasted the blood rushing to his throat.

……

The first part of the dream was in the study.

It seemed that he hadn't recalled it for a long time, and the silent Cyril slowly came back to his senses, only then did he realize that the scene had changed.

At this moment, he was sitting in the hall, with the fire burning beside him.

"uncle."

The tall knight stood in front of him, with his head lowered, his expression gloomy.

The blond hair that was as bright as the sun, reflected by the afterglow of the flames, seemed inexplicably less brilliant.

"I went to the front with the regiment, and there, by chance, I joined the king's army and fought against the enemy with that majesty."

"I... No, it's really hard to say! How could I have such unreasonable thoughts, uncle, please pretend that you haven't heard these words."

The knight seemed ashamed that he would have such a wrong idea. He didn't want to break his oath, and he didn't want to hurt his relatives.

However, Cyril, who returned to "here" through the dream, slowly smiled slightly.

"Gao Wen, being my knight will bury your light. What are you thinking, you are the Sun Knight."

"Go."

As at the time, he said with ease: "Go to the monarch to whom you owe your allegiance."