I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

It must have been many years ago.

Now that I think about it, I just realized that time has passed so quickly, as if in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The youth at this time were still teenagers at that time.

Brought by his mother to the home of another living relative in the world, he is not yet a knight but aspires to become a knight. He is an extroverted boy, and it didn't take long for him to get acquainted with his uncle who was about the same age.

"Ah, uncle! You are the duke, and I can let you preside over my knight ceremony in the future. By the way, I will be your knight, and let me protect you in the future. If Aggie wants to join-uh , There can only be one chief knight position."

It's not just how to bring up this topic, anyway, on a sunny afternoon, Gao Wen said happily.

He didn't seem to think much, and announced this unilateral promise.

Before the person who was sworn in hadn't spoken, another young man who was involved inexplicably frowned and said rather dissatisfied: "I don't want to be some kind of chief knight, trouble. For me, the most suitable thing is—— "

"housekeeper?"

"..."

"No, Aggie, Uncle already has Grandpa Andrew as a capable housekeeper. You can probably only be assigned to take care of Gareth and Gareth. Let me be a noble and righteous man, eliminate evil and promote good the knight!"

"...I don't want to talk to you, and I will quarrel if I do. Please shut up, Gao Wen!"

The two brothers got into a quarrel within a few words, and the scene was very joyful.

Infected by such an atmosphere, even bystanders can't help but smile.And so it is.

Cyril smiled.

"If possible, please let me bestow gifts on the noble knights—it's obviously a matter of the future, and I'm getting nervous now."

"However, you don't need to protect me. I don't go out often, and I won't be in danger. It's enough for Gawain and Age to protect those who need it most."

That's what Cyril said, and he didn't take his nephew's promise, which he said excitedly, seriously.

But Gao Wen was serious, not just talking casually.

In his opinion, uncle is the one who needs his protection the most.

There are many reasons. For example, my uncle is one month younger than him and his health is still so bad. Of course, they need their care and care, even my mother said so.

Gao Wen didn't think there was anything wrong with this idea, it was very reasonable.

Therefore, he didn't care. In fact, when he first saw the blond boy who was a little bit similar to himself, he had the purest thought of "protecting him".

After getting to know each other every day, the kindness that seemed to be buried in my heart from the very beginning never disappeared. Gao Wen liked this little uncle very much.

He was worried that his little uncle was in poor health and couldn't leave the house, so he felt that he should find a way to take him out to have a look. He always stayed at home and looked at the old scenery that he had seen for countless years, which was not good at all.When I saw any novelties outside, I brought them back to show my uncle, because I knew he wanted to see them.

He happily called him uncle, but actually, Gawain regarded Cyril as his younger brother and cherished him.

I am ashamed that he is not so considerate and enthusiastic towards Ag.

Because of all kinds of obvious and hidden reasons that he didn't know, Gao Wen didn't hesitate at all, and felt that it would be very good to be a knight for his uncle.

He regarded it as an oath and kept it until many years later.

Each of the few children Morgan gave birth to is a good seed for the knight.Among them, the eldest son, Gawain, and the second son, Aggavan, were the first to obtain knight qualifications and joined the knight regiment formed by Cyril, Duke of Cornwall.

Cyril's territory is in the south west of the kingdom, and has not been invaded by the enemy, so his knights generally only maintain order in the territory.

Although probably not long after, the war of resistance started under the leadership of King Arthur.

Those in the rear still had no chance to confront the enemy directly, they just went to the front to pick up the abandoned refugees, and then brought them back to the territory.

Gao Wen, who has already become the leader of the team with his super strength, led the team to pick up refugees several times.

That's one of those times.

When Gao Wen came into contact with the Knights of the Round Table army led by Wang, an enemy army just counterattacked and met them head-on.

The situation is urgent, and the battle must begin without waiting.Gao Wen was present at the scene, so it was his duty to join the king's army and fight against the enemy.

In that battle, Knight Gawain's outstanding performance overshadowed the brilliance of the others, and his name spread resoundingly. This was the first battle of the "Sun Knight".

After returning from the front line, for some reason, Gao Wen sometimes fell into deep thought, and sometimes seemed restless.

Agguiwen ran into him several times. He always had a big smile on his face when he returned home. When the family was not paying attention, he would always stop at the door and look into the distance. of the hilt.

Also bathed in the sun, the side face of the blond knight lost the gentleness that treated everyone equally, showing a sculpture-like solemnity.

Ageguiwen saw Gao Wen's thoughts, and also saw the entanglement in his heart.

It is not surprising that the idea came into being, it should be said that it is strange not to come into being.But Agguiwen didn't think that Gao Wen would say it out loud.

Of course Gawain didn't say anything.

That not only violated his firm principles and purposes, but also made him have to make a choice between his ideal and his family, and the feasibility was too low.

However, he did not say.It was Cyril who also saw what was in his heart and brought it up by himself.

"Swear allegiance to a lord who can pin his ideals. This is what a righteous knight should do, isn't it? In fact, our purpose and ideal are the same. We all want innocent people to stay away from war and save this country. , your choice is also my choice, so there is no difference."

Cyril would not be disappointed, but was sincerely happy for Gao Wen: "I tried my best to share the worries of that Majesty, and you, use your own sword to open a way forward for her."

"Gao Wen, it's great that you can do more things than me."

He never thought that Gawain must be his knight, and no one stipulated that who must have the responsibility to protect whom.

Gao Wen stayed with him, it was too restricted, and his strength could not be displayed.If he could go to Artoria, he would definitely be able to occupy a seat among the Knights of the Round Table, and the name of the Sun Knight would be truly realized.

"No, even so—"

"Why not. Didn't you say that our pursuit is the same, you can do much more than me, so don't waste your strength."

Gawain may not understand Cyril's eyes at this moment.

Obviously, there is no element of sadness in those transparent and clear green eyes, there is even joy and blessing.

But Gao Wen somehow felt that when he looked at his uncle, a cold current of sadness welled up in his heart.

What uncle was thinking at this moment, he never knew.The sadness felt like sympathy, also like an illusion, dissipated unconsciously.

Gao Wen was stunned.

After a while, when he came back to his senses, he figured out some things again and made a decision.

"I'm sorry, uncle, no matter what reasons I use to explain my mistake, it can't change the fact that I want to prepare the oath."

"I dare not ask for your forgiveness."

"I don't need to forgive you. You have nothing wrong."

"Do not."

Gao Wen has always been firm in his own opinion, and there is no need to say anything more on this issue.

He took a step forward, took off the cloak behind him, and covered his uncle who was still sitting.

The cloak is very long and thick, enough to wrap a thin young man in it and resist the severe cold that has not dissipated in the house.

The knight half-kneeled in front of his uncle. In his prime, even if he lowered his head and bent his body, he still gave people a great sense of security.

"...What are you doing?" Cyril deliberately joked: "You kneeled like this, and I was taken aback. The last time you knelt like this, it was in the back garden of the count's house, and you praised the countess's blonde hair and Green eyes..."

Gao Wen was shocked: "Uncle, you actually saw it—and heard it. My compliments to Miss are absolutely from the bottom of my heart, without any falsehood."

"No, I wasn't there. Age told me those words when he came back. He suspected that you had peeked at the collection of love poems in my study."

"Oh, no, how can Age make a small report! Well, I admit, I did take out that book of love poems and read it a few years ago..."

The topic related to the Countess is over after laughing.The knight was obviously not as serious as before, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, but what he said at this time must be sincere.

"In order to save the people from the troubles of war and restore peace to our beloved country, I want to offer my sword to the king."

"But I'll be back after the war is over, uncle."

Gawain's smile finally changed its curvature. Thousands of rays of light are no better than the sun knight's brilliant smile, and his blue eyes are as gentle and tolerant as the sunny sky: "Haha, I hope you will not be angry with me at that time, and you will still be willing to put the hidden Get up and don't give me the bread that Gachris has eaten up."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this..."

Cyril sighed softly, but in the end he didn't try to persuade him any more, he just said, "It's fine to come back anytime."

"A few years at most, with that king and many respectable knights around, we will definitely win soon. You won't be made to wait too long, uncle." Gawain was full of confidence, and his smile was not cloudy.

Only, the worries and entanglements in Gao Wen's heart were resolved in the most satisfactory way.After waiting for a few days, he bid farewell to his mother, uncle and younger siblings, went to the front line, and successfully joined King Arthur.

Morgan was really angry.

After so many years, she had forgotten that she had given birth to so many children and planned to turn them into revenge tools. She only thought that the silly children were Cyril's playmates and bodyguards.

As a result, Gawain left suddenly, and went to join the evil "Arthur"——

"Don't be angry, sister, they have their own ideas and pursuits, and they can't stay with me all the time. It's good to do what they want to do."

Cyril comforted Morgan and finally calmed his sister down. After a while, even Agguiwen left.

Ageguiwen's character was completely opposite to Gao Wen's.

He is calm, rigorous to the point of harshness, and as he grows older, his thoughts are deliberately hidden by him, so that outsiders can't see it at all.

Except for some relative who grew up with him and knew him best.

"You wanna go too, Agger?"

One day, Cyril asked him this question, and Agger, whose expression gradually faded, was taken aback by the lack of foreword.

"..."

After the initial shock, Agguivin calmed down.

Still different from Gao Wen, he didn't hesitate about his decision. Seeing that his uncle saw it, he was silent for a while, and then said it directly.

"I'm not like Gao Wen, who wants to find a lord who can be loyal to him wholeheartedly. I just want to know who can end the war. I'm a little curious about the king who can do such an incredible thing."

Aggavin's curiosity towards King Arthur is similar to that of scrutiny.

He had met the king a long time ago. Although he didn't say anything, he had doubts about the king who was short in stature and hadn't shown the means that a king should have.

Moreover, Agguivin remembered the curse that his mother Morgan, who was still very crazy, uttered in his ear like a curse before meeting his uncle.

Morgan cursed Uther, hated Uther's sons, and wanted his son to kill them and take the throne as revenge.And the son of Uther, who is now King Arthur.

Agguiwen was also thinking.

He believes that Britain is fundamentally hopeless, and no matter who the king is, it is impossible to save the country.

However, for some reason, his uncle believed that King Arthur could accomplish this important task with almost zero possibility, and he firmly believed in it.Gao Wen also ran away with this expectation, wanting to do the impossible, which made Agguiwen have to rethink.

"In that case."

Under the surprised eyes of the black-haired young man in front of him, Cyril said: "Go ahead. Instead of thinking too much, it's better to judge with your own eyes."

"But……"

"There is nothing but, Agg." Cyril looked at the black-haired young man who had transformed from a gloomy and cold boy to this, and was happy to see that he is now handsome and has his own thinking, "I have something for Al... Your Majesty The reason for absolute confidence, you will know when you go.”

He never prevented his nephews from pursuing the ideals they really longed for, and he never wanted them to take care of themselves as a responsibility, because he knew that they could not be by his side forever.

Gao Wen is like this, Age is like this, the future Gareth, Gachris, he will not stop them.

So, the result is needless to say.

After a long time of consideration, Agguiwen also left.When he was about to leave, he didn't say goodbye as readily as his elder brother did, and only left a letter for his uncle.

The main body of the letter is only one page, and the other ten pages are all the precautions for the maintenance of the castle and the management of the knight corps that the Duke must read. The only difference is that it is clearly written in black and white. Let the uncle take care of himself and not always be himself. One person worries all day.

This time, it took Cyril to persuade his sister not to go all the way to hang his nephew on a tree, which was twice as long as Gawain's time, and it was also very hard work.

After the two older nephews left, only Cyril and the youngest twins were left in the castle.

Morgan didn't come back often either.She put all the old hatred and the new hatred of her son's abduction on Merlin. Don't ask why it is Merlin and not Arthur, Arthur also has a share, but it is obviously the nightmare that is always persistent and troublesome that Morgan hates more.

If it wasn't for the fact that Cyril's health seems to be getting better, and he has his own things to do, and the grown-up Gakhris can help watch over the family, Morgan wouldn't be so relieved to go to Merlin to settle accounts.

She also maintains the vitality of the land that has been depleted in recent years.

As the situation deteriorated, Morgan needed more and more effort.She didn't want Cyril to find out that she was tired, so, with the idea of ​​hiding it, she simply didn't show up in front of him.

——If Morgan didn't think so, and didn't leave at this time, maybe the future development would not reach that stage at all.

Regret, the future Morgan regrets extremely.

But "if" can only be "if", the past cannot be changed at all.

Without those few people, the castle seemed to be a lot deserted all of a sudden, and it seemed to be the same as before - at least on the surface, Cyril hadn't changed.

The grown-up twins became his constant companions. One was surprisingly quiet, the other was surprisingly innocent, and completely extreme.

Cyril had to worry about them during his busy breaks, thinking that Gakhris was the only child he couldn't see through his thoughts. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was smarter than many of his peers.

As for Gareth, who was the only girl, her personality was not at all like the current Morgan. She was somewhat similar to Gawain, but she was too naive.

Change to a more appropriate description.

The thing is, Gareth is kind of goofy and very easy to cheat.

Cyril felt a headache.

Although in his eyes, Gareth is not stupid, but cute, but he has to rely on reality, worrying that Gareth will be deceived by someone who cares if he is not careful in the future.

Now at home, she was calmly ordered around by her twin brother, and she didn't feel anything wrong.When Cyril saw it, it was hard to say anything about Gachris. He just told them that it's okay to joke around at ordinary times. At critical moments, brothers and sisters should love each other and take care of each other.

"Well! I will protect Gakhris! Uncle, let me tell you in a whisper, yesterday I knocked Gakhris' sword away - oh, it hurts!"

In front of his uncle, Gareth knocked on the forehead of his tomboy-like sister, and the voice resounded: "Sorry Gareth, I can hear you."

Cyrillic:"……"

See, those two kids who worried him and made him smile when he watched them interact.

With them, although Cyril is still very busy, he can feel a bit of relaxation that can purify his body and mind while he is busy.

This happiness that can only be obtained occasionally is the strength that he can persevere for a long time.

But... Maybe, in the process, he still couldn't completely get rid of his little greed.

When the children grow up, they will leave the asylum's side, even if they don't give up, it's useless.

Even though Cyril felt that he was already prepared, when Gareth followed in the footsteps of his brothers and left.

The moment he heard the news, there was still a faint smile on his face, but in his body, his heart seemed to be tightly clenched, and the tearing pain spread and invaded his heart.

Gareth is gone.

Following what Agguiwen did back then, she left a letter for her uncle.

Because she is a girl, everyone except her own family has always said that it is impossible for a girl to be a knight - Gareth grew up listening to these words, and finally, when she heard that she was 15 years old, she couldn't stand it anymore up.

"I want to prove that girls can become knights! Uncle, don't worry, I have disguised myself. I pretended to be a boy before sneaking in... no, no, before I succeeded."

"Don't be angry, I will come back with my brothers, and we will never be separated again. By the way, don't tell Gakhris—"

That is of course impossible.

After Gachris knew about it, he immediately took the sword he had neglected to use because he thought it was troublesome, and bid farewell to the silent uncle.

"I'm going to get Gareth back."

"No, she wants to prove herself, so let her go."

"How could she—"

"You trust her too, right, Gareth." Cyril said calmly, "I'm really worried about Gareth going alone. You go after her and find Gawain's team with her. I'll write to His Majesty A letter for her to help pay attention to."

"No, Gareth did it wrong! She didn't consider—"

"Cough, cough cough...Gareth has a simple temper and is easily impulsive. With you by her side, I can rest assured."

"..."

The young man looked at his uncle who was pale after coughing, but his eyes were extremely bright and determined, moved his fingers, and was speechless for a moment.

—She didn't think of you, uncle.

He wanted to say that, but in the end, he couldn't speak under such sharp eyes.

After saying these words, Gakhris packed his things and set out on the road.

The twins walked on the path that their elder brothers had walked. Under the leadership of the king, they fought side by side with their colleagues to resist foreign enemies.

In the end, only Cyril was left in this castle.

He seems to be fine.I still read his books, wrote his letters, and kept running around the gradually increasing refugee shelters in the territory.

Some things, in fact, can be done without him personally, and the knights and magicians are happy to serve him.His knight commander persuaded him many times, but Cyril's attitude was surprisingly tough.

He has such a good temper, it seems that from birth to now, he has only insisted on these things that are just trivial things in the eyes of others.

Still no one knew what Cyril was thinking. In short, no one talked to him, and the busy Duke was still running around.

He encountered many accidents that could not be called good.

The magical beast that Gawain and the others drove away came back again, and the magical dragon attacked the nearby villages, causing heavy casualties.

Cyril was in the village at the time of the attack.

The dragon flames fell, turning people's residences and several people's bodies into ashes, and the black ash blown up by the wind wiped off the sleeves of the blond duke who was standing still.The dragon's sharp claws pierced through the chest of the knight who protected him, and the blood spattered when the heart was broken, stained his extremely pale face red.

After the World of Warcraft passed, a sudden torrential rain followed, as if the heavens did not want to give peace to tiny human beings.

The valley was filled with a sudden surge of flood water, which roared and swallowed the villages located downstream of the river.

In the rainstorm, on the edge of the rocky cliff, the drenched Duke grabbed the saber inserted into the crevice of the rock with one hand, and tightly grabbed a villager whose body was half submerged in the water with the other hand, desperately trying to drag him back.

But he failed.

The flood swept away the only fragile life he could possibly save. He couldn't chase it, he couldn't save it, he could only let the rain wash away the expression of pain and despair on his face, and cover his tears.

When I went back that day, Cyril fell ill.

He was very ill and had been in a coma for several days. He coughed unconsciously, and what he coughed up was blood.

But miraculously, on the day Artoria's letter was delivered as usual, Cyril woke up by himself.

He struggled to get up, went to the study, and wrote back to the king who shared the good news with him.

In the letter, he didn't say a word about his own situation, only asked about the situation of his relatives, and finally, he expressed his most sincere blessings to the king...

"Cough, cough..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough—"

Coughing heart-piercingly, the hand of the blond young man holding the pen began to become unsteady.

It was as if something buried in the deepest part of his chest was vibrating violently, and it was about to come out along with the blood.His eyes were dark, and his whole body was stiff and numb.

……

Not surprisingly.

He fell down, prostrate on the table covered with his own blood, under his elbow, pressing the unfinished letter.