I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Cyril had a long dream.

It seemed that he had vaguely dreamed about the fragmentary things that had happened in the past few years, and the whole person's nightmare consciousness was depressed in these fragments, which were probably not good.

When the dream is about to end, the pictures and fragments have become blurred, and he will forget these after waking up.

So, it's no surprise.

At the end of the dream, he should have seen a very familiar shadow, but he couldn't feel the warmth.

The shadow appeared towards him in the corner of the study, and when walking towards him, it seemed to say something in his mouth...

What did you say?

The man came over, stopped beside him, and what did he do?

——all forgotten.

The fragments of the dream shattered like a bubble of nothingness, and there was no trace left.

"........."

In an almost lifeless silence, the blond young man lying flat on the bed, wrapped in pure white sheets and the bed, woke up.

The first thing to tremble is the eyelids that can be seen to be slightly purple, like the wings of a butterfly that have been cruelly wet by the rain.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes.

The exposed pupils also showed an unhealthy pale outline, which cast a layer of exhausted color on the originally green and beautiful eyes.

"..."

The curtains on the top of the bed have seen the scenery for many years.

It took Cyril a while to slowly realize that he was not in the study room where there was still some influence, but in his own bedroom.

It was so quiet in the bedroom.

There was nothing but his meager breathing.This is because the sound of the heavy rain hitting the ground outside was tightly blocked by the tightly closed windows, and the cold wind and noise did not find a gap to take advantage of.

"..."

rain……

It's still... raining?

The originally chaotic consciousness seemed to be awakened by this keyword that subconsciously cares about.

It was his arm that made the next movement.Cyril struggled to get up, got out of bed, and went to the window to watch the rain that had not stopped outside.

He didn't know that during the few days when he was unconscious, the rain had actually stopped for two days, and the momentum of the flood had subsided.Therefore, this time will be so anxious.

However, wanting to get up - just his own thoughts.

His nearly exhausted body couldn't support him at all, and he forced himself to move as before. He only struggled to sit up, and when he was about to take the first step, his legs couldn't use the slightest strength.

"Well--"

Cyril felt dizzy for a moment, his body was tilted, and he fell forward uncontrollably.At the same time, there was a mouthful of blood full of rust, which made people sick.

However, it should be said that it is fortunate.

He didn't fall hard to the ground, as if someone noticed his waking up in time, and appeared at the first time, just in time to catch his emaciated upper body with only bones left.

At the same time as catching it, because of the feeling from the touch of his hand, the visitor couldn't restrain himself before opening his mouth, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Cyrillic……"

Cyril felt it, and wet tears slid down his cold face, bringing him a little warmth.

But these were tears of grief, mixed with endless regret and self-blame.Therefore, even if it warmed up a little bit, it couldn't make him feel any joy, on the contrary, he was infected and became sad.

The woman knelt on the ground weakly, unable to get up, but just hugged her younger brother in her arms, holding on tightly, in such a decadent posture.

"..."

"Sister, you are back."

It was this sentence uttered in a weak voice that made Morgan burst into tears again.

"Cyril...Cyril...my brother, my Cyril..."

When his mother died, Morgan cried like this.It's been a long time, but she still remembers it clearly.Therefore, she realized that the grief in her heart at this moment was not less than before, but more.

"Sister...Sister will cure you, definitely, will make you healthy again..."

Morgan's trembling hands were placed on Cyril's chest, and a power that could really bring warmth was introduced into the dry body of the young man, finally bringing some vitality.

Cyril felt a little more comfortable. Although the feeling of dryness could not dissipate, at least his hands and feet had some strength and he was able to move.

He raised his hand with difficulty, stroked the woman's wet cheeks, and imagined drying her tears as before.

It was such a simple movement that consumed all the strength that had been bred just now, and a little sweat broke out on his back.

"I'm sorry, it's not my sister...'s fault, it's me...too brave and overestimated myself."

After speaking intermittently, Cyril closed his eyes tiredly, and his breathing became unsteady and heavy.

He actually wanted to ask urgently, is the flood still flooding?Have the casualties increased, and have the people who lost their homes been resettled in a timely manner?

However, in front of such a grieving woman, he stopped asking.

"It's my fault, it has nothing to do with you, Cyril."

Morgan whispered.

After a while, she finally came to her senses, and hurriedly carried her brother back to the bed, let him rest on the pillow, and carefully covered all the quilts.

While doing such trivial things, Morgan kept chanting certain repetitive words, as if he was speaking to Cyril. In fact, it was more like his spirit was on the verge of collapse, implying hypnosis, and constantly emphasizing to himself :

"I'll find a way...I'll cure you, sure, sure, sure..."

Cyril's sudden accident made Morgan feel as if he had been struck by lightning, as if he had suddenly escaped from the fog that had confused him for more than ten years.

She was shocked to realize what she had done all these years. Why did she only focus on chasing that nightmare, why didn't she come back to visit her brother often, but left him alone? !

Regret, regret to the point of dying.

Morgan could hardly meet his brother's gaze.

She drank the potion she made for Cyril, and then called the servants, telling them to take good care of the Duke.

Yes, she is leaving again.

Because I was extremely anxious, I just wanted to race against time and try my best to find a way to slow down my brother's physical weakness.

Artificial humans are no better than real humans.

Morgan had spent years trying to make Cyril's frail body healthy, but without real success.Now, she can only slow down the speed of his weakening, not stop him from weakening—even if she retreats and just wants to do this, she will find it difficult to do so for a while.

It's just too difficult.

But Morgan was never willing to give up, and she was going to find a way.

For this, every second must be raced.

Her mood and thoughts are very easy to think of. After all, the most important and most reluctant relatives may leave her.

It is understandable to be anxious and unable to wait for a moment.

but……

Morgan, she's always been like that.

The more she cared about the person, the more nervous she became, and the less she wanted to see the other person get hurt.

Therefore...she couldn't bear her mistakes, and because of guilt and pain, she didn't want to appear in the eyes of the other party.

That's what she's really doing wrong.

When the woman turned away from the young man on the bed and hurried out, her footsteps stopped abruptly.

A calm gaze came from behind, and there was no need to guess, Morgan knew who the owner of the gaze was.

At some point, Cyril was helped by the maid to sit up again.

His eyes opened again.

Watching the back of the woman leaving anxiously after she paused, Cyril said nothing.

He would not say that he hoped that his sister would stay with him more than——

Forget it.

"Master Cyril, don't worry, with Mrs. Morgan here, she will definitely make you better."

The maid who supported him comforted him with tears, and everyone—not only the people in the castle, but also the people in the territory under the care of the Duke of Cornwall—will pray for him and pray for the Duke to recover.

"Director Andrew is writing a letter, send the letter to Lord Gawain and let them come back..."

"Need not."

"what!"

Cyril covered his mouth, coughed for a while, and then slowly lowered his hands.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and the color of the blood fell on the extremely fair skin, which was particularly glaring.

"...The battle on the front line is the most tense time, don't let them know, it will distract them."

Cyril didn't want Gao Wen and the others to know that his health was failing. After he rested for a while and felt better, he would write the reply letter that he hadn't finished a few days ago and send it out pretending nothing happened.

"The war will continue for at least a few more years, and for the rest of the time, I..."

He paused.

He suddenly raised his head and showed a faint smile to the stunned maid: "Can you fetch me a handkerchief, Lysa?"

"Ah, ah! My lord, please wait a moment!"

The maid went to get the handkerchief, and Cyril took advantage of the gap to look indifferently at his open right palm.

Bright red.

Blood, like the most beautiful paint, smears on a blank canvas.However, under the bright colors, what is hidden is a sign of withering.

In the always clear and flawless green eyes, there seemed to be a momentary haze.

'I obviously still have a lot of things I haven't had time to do. '

Cyril said to himself in his heart.

'I've done a few things and haven't done a few.Why is this so?Oh, because of myself, my ability is not enough, but I am always so greedy. '

'Now, is this the only way?I, can this be the only way? '

he asked himself again.

As gentle as him, even at this moment, he would feel a little unwilling.

But...but, no matter how unwilling, nothing can be changed.

In the end, the Duke leaned on the pillow behind his back as if his eyes were covered by dark clouds, but when Lysa came back, he asked her abruptly:

"Rain, is it still raining?"

Lysa didn't know why, and replied: "Yes, Lord Cyril, it's still raining outside...but it seems to be about to stop."

*****

Since the Duke of Cornwall was too weak to go out after the serious illness, gradually, all matters in the territory were handled by his steward and the captain of the knights.

Only some important matters that they cannot decide will be passed to the ear of the Duke who is recuperating at home, and he will decide.

In fact, they didn't want to disturb the duke's recuperation if they could.

Because, every time you come, you will disturb the Duke's rest.Seeing the duke, who had finally fallen asleep, forced himself to get up, cheered up and listened to the report, the disturbing person would feel an inseparable sense of guilt and guilt.

For this reason, the knight has not been to the door for a long time, butler Andrew has made daily arrangements, and personally watched the person to take care of the feeling. It has been a long time since he said anything serious.

The Duke made no comment on this.

On sunny days, he would rest in the shade of the garden and take a deep siesta.If it rains, even if it is summer, the fire in the house will be burning slightly.

There was only one thing the Duke would do himself.

That is, writing letters.

Letters from His Majesty the King were delivered every month, and His Majesty insisted on greeting the Duke and thanking him for his help.

Arriving with him was also a letter from Gao Wen and the others. His nephews, who had no idea that his uncle was seriously ill, greeted him in a relaxed tone, shared what they had encountered on the march, and made an agreement to bring back the spoils of war for his uncle.

When the Duke received the letter, he would write back to them.However, unlike before, now he needs to write a reply letter intermittently for several days before he can finish it completely.

On the front line, the recipients of the letter might be surprised that the letter was delivered at a much slower speed, but they didn't think too much about it, so that they never knew the truth.

This is the purpose of the duke.

Morgan had already tried several times, but his condition showed no signs of improvement, which made Morgan even more desperate to retreat and study.

The Duke wanted to keep her every time, but he couldn't speak.

He was not in a hurry, not afraid, as if he didn't feel anything, he said he was calm, but in fact he seemed to be living life in a lifeless state.

"The Duke can't go on like this, his spirit is too bad."

The old housekeeper who watched him grow up was worried, and tried to persuade him, but it didn't seem to help.

Because—to put it cruelly, today's Duke can't be tired, even if he wants to do something, he can't do anything at all.

It really won't work like this.

Everyone was extremely anxious, but they couldn't find any way to do it, so they could only watch helplessly...

what.

At this moment, the turning point actually came.

One day, the old butler cautiously woke up the quiet Duke who was leaning on the recliner: "My lord Cyril, I have something important to tell you."

The duke who was in a light sleep woke up the first time he spoke.

"What's the matter, Grandpa Andrew?"

His voice was very soft, so light that it fell on the hearts of others without leaving any weight, and there was no emotion in his words, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

——Because of this performance.

The old housekeeper's heart trembled slightly, but he felt a little lucky.

He stepped back half a step to the side, so that the Duke could see the scene in front of him more clearly, and he could also see the staggering person led by him at the first time——

One, soft, chubby, golden little one?

"...?"

The old butler can assure you that the Duke's expression definitely changed the moment he saw the little one, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"This child is..."

Just as he was about to introduce his identity, the old butler just started talking, when he saw the little dumpling who had just learned to walk puffed up his chest, swaying forward with trembling steps.

"Mommy mommy!"

With a snap, Xiao Tuanzi hugged the Duke's leg, baring his teeth and claws vigorously, trying to climb onto his knee.

Although he stumbled a bit, his pronunciation was extremely standard, much better than Gareth when he was a child.

"……mom, Mom, Mom?"

The Duke was stunned, but it had to be said that he inexplicably came up with a highly likely guess.

Only then did the old butler complete the introduction: "My lord, this child...is sent by Mr. Morgan."

Duke: "...I knew it."

He no longer needed to ask who this child was, and needless to say, he had added another niece.

"Master Morgan said, let this child accompany you instead of her. She is doing the final experiment, and there will be results after a while, so you don't have to worry."

"Ah, let such a small child..."

The Duke seemed to have only heard the first half of the sentence, and he no longer cared about whether he was saved or not.

Xiaotuanzi was still tirelessly pawing at his legs. He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't use his hands, so he asked the old housekeeper to help her.

Finally, Xiaotuanzi successfully sat on the Duke's lap. Seeing this face that was similar to her vague memory, she acquiesced into her mother's embrace, and opened her arms happily, wanting to hug her.

The Duke hugged her and saw that she was blonde and blue-eyed, and she looked... well, rather than him, she looked more like his second sister Artoria.

"What's her name, did my sister tell me?"

The old butler replied: "Master Morgan said that her name is Mordred."

"Mordred..."

The Duke repeated it in a low voice, and couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

It's been a long time since he smiled like this.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

Mordred was still screaming energetically, grabbing the Duke's collar with his small hands, and tugging vigorously.

The Duke took this opportunity to tell her that he was not her mother, but her uncle.

"uncle?"

"Well, it's uncle."

Mordred tilted his little head, and seemed to be struggling, why did his mother become an uncle... Well, I can't figure it out, forget it.

"uncle!"

"You're so smart... Cough, cough, good boy."

Facts have proved that Lord Morgan's sudden move was very effective, and he found something for the Duke that he could do.

Mordred is a particularly lively child, which is somewhat similar to Gareth, but her personality is still not exactly the same as Gareth.

She can be more troublesome than Gareth, but she doesn't make trouble.

Usually when the Duke was awake, Mordred would stick to him, refusing to come down alive or dead.After a short stay, though, she would lose patience again, look around for some fun, jump off her uncle's lap, and explore the hall or the garden.

According to Morgan, Mordred's physical age has just turned two years old - why she uses this statement is unclear.

It didn't take long for two-year-old Mordred to outgrow his stumbling troubles and run all over the field.

She seemed to know that her uncle shouldn't be too tired, and most of the time she could only sit down, and she didn't bother him when she was playing, and even if she played, she only played where uncle could see her.

Therefore, the playing field is limited to two places, the hall and the garden.

If the Duke fell asleep, he would be able to see the little guy with braids running not far away as soon as he opened his eyes.If Mordred showed signs of running away, he would tell her to be careful not to fall.

It just so happened that the weather is fine today, and the venue is in the garden.

Mordred was crawling among the flowers that were almost taller than her, and the Duke could hardly see where she was when he looked around.

As soon as she said the words to make her be careful, the little girl's cheerful and stubborn voice came from afar: "I'm looking for the most beautiful flowers!"

"What are you looking for flowers for?"

"The most beautiful one, give it to uncle. I'll go to the front—"

Crash, the little figure that could not be seen clearly got into the deeper flowers, making it even more difficult to see clearly.

The duke, who had just woken up from a nap, was stunned. He didn't expect Mordred to say that.

After all, very few people would think of giving beautiful flowers to men... really children.

He shook his head, with a smile on his lips.

Mordred is very obedient and will not run out of the garden, so the Duke is not very worried.

The sun was shining obliquely on his body, which was very warm.

He who was extraordinarily leisurely exhaled lightly, and somehow remembered that even though it was so silly, he had actually received flowers.

It seems that it was received from that strange magician...

return gift?

It was also several years ago.

He only remembered that the bouquet of white flowers hadn't withered for a long time, but he didn't pay attention to when it withered in the end, and he didn't know who was the one who emptied the vase and replaced it with new flowers.

"At that time, the vase should be taken to the study."

The Duke muttered to himself, but soon laughed at his inexplicable thought.

That's right, it's useless to think about what happened so long ago.

There were still no white flowers of that kind in his garden, but the Duke suddenly thought that if he could find seeds, he would plant some in his garden.

"I just don't know what kind of flower it is, and I forgot what it looked like..."

The voice fell.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I brought those flowers from the home of the elves. In the human world, there should be no way to plant them."

The soft and magnetic voice seemed to float to his side with the wind. The Duke raised his head in surprise, and saw a white figure in front of him.

The white-haired magician was still the same as before, and even, just as before, quietly and suddenly appeared in his garden.

"I happened to pass by here, so I came to bother you brazenly. Long time no see, sir, I didn't forget to bring a meeting gift this time."

"...you, you are too polite."

The duke hadn't expected him to appear.

"The gift happens to be the flower you want." The magician chuckled, his purple eyes staring at him with tenderness and sparkle: "Although it can't be planted in your garden, it should be the same if you put it in a vase and look at it day and night. fine."

……

Mordred finally found (in her opinion) the prettiest flower.

It was a small flower, trembling in his hand, Mordred was very happy, and immediately ran back bouncing, cheering, and wanted to give the flower to his uncle who was as beautiful as the flower.

"I found it! There is absolutely no flower more beautiful than the one I found~"

However, when she ran to her uncle, she took a closer look.

There are already flowers in my uncle's arms.

Not just one, but a handful.

These flowers are white and delicate, with a little light purple in the stamens, as if, just a little bit prettier than the little flowers Mordred found...

Mordred: "..."

Mordred: "Who! Hululu, angry!!!"