I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

It took Cyril a long time to calm the angry little Mordred.

A certain magician seemed to come here on a whim, and gave him a bouquet of flowers as a gift. After chatting nonchalantly for a while, the magician left, just in time to run back from Mordred. Before.

He didn't try to speculate on the purpose of the magician's trip.

There is nothing worth looking for in himself now, when the magician comes, he treats him as an ordinary guest, and when the magician leaves, he will not think so much, it is meaningless.

Coaxing the little niece into a smile, Cyril promised to put the flowers she picked into a vase and place them in the bedroom. However, he didn't waste the magician's gift, and put them on the high place of the coffee table in the living room—no It was lowered, because Mordred was staring at it, and Cyril was worried that she would snatch the flower that had robbed him of the limelight angrily, and take a bite of it.

"Hua Hua is not edible."

"Eatable! Aww——"

It seems that just raising it up doesn't work, little Mordred will climb the table, and it becomes like this if he doesn't pay attention for a while.

The bare stalks without flower buds dangle pitifully in the vase, becoming a strange scenery in the hall.

Cyril quickly forgot about the visit from the guest on a whim.

He didn't think the magician would come again, so he didn't care at all.

In this way, Cyril passed a few more days that were as calm as stagnant water, and only when Mordred cheered up, there would be some different ripples. Maybe every day in the future will pass so plainly.

"..."

"...?"

——Unexpectedly, another unexpected development appeared.

Not long after, about a week apart, the mysterious magician came again.

"I'm not passing by this time. Arthur asked me to deliver this month's letter, and send my greetings to Your Excellency on her behalf."

The magician smiled and brought not only the letter, but also the fragrance of flowers from afar.That's right, wherever he goes, there will be flowers blooming on the road under his feet.

"Your complexion looks much better." The magician said tactfully, "Because I didn't know what you meant, I made my own opinion and didn't tell Arthur about your... poor health."

After finishing speaking, he saw that Cyril looked at him with a slightly relaxed expression.Sure enough, His Excellency the Duke kept his illness a secret for so long, and he didn't want Artoria and the others to know.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Merlin." Cyril thanked him from the bottom of his heart, his sickly white face was filled with an extra touch of blood because of the relief, and this change was noticed by the magician.

"Please come in, I didn't invite you to sit inside last time, I was too rude."

"No, no, just sit here for a while. Sitting here basking in the sun and enjoying the flowers, um, it's really good."

The magician seemed to have deliberately locked the time. It was a sunny day when he came, and Cyril was sitting under the tree in the garden again.

In fact, only a little sunlight can leak through the slight gaps between the branches and leaves above the head, falling on the body of the blond young man, like gorgeous golden gemstones, making the already warm and spring-like people even brighter.

The magician also knows that with His Excellency the Duke's current energy, it is too much effort to entertain guests.Therefore, he was very considerate and said that it is good to chat casually here, and there is no need to be restrained.

Cyril hesitated.

In fact, it is not convenient for him to stand up.

Because there was a blond ball on his leg with a bit of prickly hair, he was sleeping like a cat taking a nap in the sun, and they talked for a while, but they didn't wake her up .

The magician's gaze lightly fell on the little blond girl, but he only paused for a moment before moving away.

Just right, Cyril hesitated for a while.Between waking Mordred up to entertain guests seriously and not waking Mordred up, he still chose the latter, but he didn't think about himself at all.

"Then... I'm wronging you, I'll ask someone to take the chair..."

"Haha, that's unnecessary."

Magic is to be used at this time, convenient and quick.

The magician sat down on the chair he conjured up, keeping a little distance from Cyril.

He also took out Artoria's letter and handed it to Cyril.Cyril took it, opened the envelope immediately, and read the letter that His Majesty the King forced to write in his busy schedule.

Due to the presence of guests, Cyril didn't read too carefully this time, but after a rough scan, he couldn't help but smile, his eyebrows and eyes

There was a bit of tenderness in between.

Although he restrained his overly obvious expression the next moment, he thanked the magician again solemnly——

The magician obviously had a helpless tone, but he couldn't help laughing: "Really, you don't have to be so polite."

The change in the Duke's expression amused him.

Moreover, it was not obvious, but the change in attitude that did exist also made him—well, feel a little subtle.

After all, the magician has not forgotten that when he first visited, he only got a few small biscuits.

Although there are no biscuits now, the Duke's attitude towards him is obviously much better.

"I read that His Majesty said in the letter that they have taken back ten cities that were previously occupied by foreigners. It is really not easy, and the battle must have been fierce. However, His Excellency Merlin left at such a critical time and came to me specially. Come on, is it okay?"

"It doesn't matter, the operations are all commanded by Artoria herself, and other matters in the army, ah, are now managed by your nephew, Mr. Aggrevan, who is very capable in this area. I actually I can't do much, so I took over the task of delivering the letter."

"Age, I heard what he said." Cyril smiled.

Although it was something he knew a long time ago, he would still be very happy to hear the praise of his nephew from others.

The magician Dao always paid attention to his expression, and smiled when he saw it: "I have to say, the joining of those juniors of your excellency has really helped a lot. Mrs. Aggui Wenqing and Mrs. Gao Wenqing are both excellent. Herris also made her mark in the previous battle, the little girl who disguised herself as a man..."

Cyril's heart trembled slightly, thinking that something had happened: "Gareth? What's wrong with her?"

"Don't worry, the child was just scared by her immediate boss." The magician mentioned Wang's foster brother, Kai Qing, one of the Knights of the Round Table who is famous for his poisonous tongue, "Maybe she was a little psychologically shadowed by Kai, it's not a big deal. Why... should it be?"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, and finally understood.

Gareth's temperament really needs someone to take care of him.

When we were at home before, the three older brothers doted on the only younger sister regardless of their personalities. If they wanted to control it, they couldn't control it. That's why Gareth was raised to be so stupid... no, naive personality .

Unexpectedly, when he went to Artoria, Gareth met his nemesis instead.

Cavaliers violently suppressed Gareth's fierce resistance and took her to work as a kitchen handyman.It took more than a year as a handyman before Gareth was able to escape the clutches of the Cavaliers—of course, all these contents were emphasized many times in Gareth's letters, and Cyril was no stranger at all.

"Shadows should not be there." The gentle uncle smiled, expressed sympathy for his niece's painful experience, and was full of understanding and gratitude for the knight Kai who had met once.

He said: "From the letter, I can see that Gareth is much calmer than before, and this is all thanks to Cavalier Kai. Ah, when I reply tomorrow, I will attach a thank you letter to him."

"Are you going to start writing tomorrow?" The magician said very naturally: "Anyway, I have nothing to do. I will come back in a few days and help you deliver the letter to Artoria."

I don't know if he did it on purpose or not.

Cyril noticed that the magician said to come back in a few days.

The other party should have known that it would take a long time for him to reply to the letter, so he would say this thoughtfully... Thinking of this, no matter what your Lord Magician's intentions are, Cyril felt a little moved in his heart.

In just a few words, the relationship between them was still somewhat unfamiliar, not to mention suddenly getting closer, but at least the atmosphere has improved a lot, and it doesn't seem awkward to sit together.

Using the topic just now, Cyril took the initiative to ask about the situation of some people on the front line.

The description in the letter was obviously not as vivid as that of a real person. Moreover, the magician knew many things that his relatives would not mention in the letter, and there was no better person to ask than him.

The magician readily cooperated and shared some interesting stories with Cyril, but the person involved obviously felt that it was not suitable to tell friends/uncles.

Artoria's matter was mentioned the least. After all, His Majesty the King is usually very serious and serious, and only in small matters that others have not noticed, there will be a little entanglement that contrasts with the seriousness.

For example, what Artoria has been struggling with privately recently is that the sweets sent by the Duke of Cornwall are delicious, but they seem to be different from before. His Majesty is not sure if this is his own illusion, so he is very Puzzled.

Cyril: "Well, this..."

Because he didn't make the sweets himself, the taste may be slightly different.He didn't expect His Majesty's sense of taste to be so sensitive that he could taste it all.

Seeing his distressed expression, the magician immediately changed the topic and talked about his nephews.

Opening his mouth, he praised and praised the capable new general manager, Aggression, and succeeded in making His Excellency the Duke happy again. As soon as the magician changed his voice, he unceremoniously exposed the romantic anecdote of a handsome knight with blond hair and blue eyes. thing.

Knight Gawain has just turned 23 years old, he is in the prime of life, strong and full of security, and is most loved by ladies.Even if he is busy with the war, he will lose the hearts of the girls on the side of the road because of his heroic appearance when passing by the town.

However—it is such a popular knight Gawain, recently there have been gossip that he is frustrated in love.

It is said that Knight Gawain expressed his love to a beautiful lady, but the lady refused him cruelly without any hesitation.

The reason why the lady rejected him was that she fell in love at first sight with another beautiful young man with brilliant blond hair and extraordinary appearance at a dinner party many years ago, and she has never forgotten it until now.

So, the lady in turn asked Sir Gawain to tell his uncle that when the war was over, she would come to propose to the Duke of Cornwall, and it didn’t matter if she was rejected, she had to bravely pursue her love——

Cyril: "... Poof!"

Cyril was really frightened.

He was still mourning for poor Gao Wen's nephew a second ago, but he didn't expect that the matter would involve himself in the next second.

Is it too sudden, or what... a marriage proposal?

"Your Excellency...Your Excellency laughed, I...I'm a little surprised." Cyril took a breath, but his face turned red.

On "these things", his face is quite thin, and he opened his mouth several times, feeling quite ashamed to mention it: "I... If I remember correctly, I have only been to two dinner parties. This, how could it be, As a... um, marriage proposal object, I really...is not a good choice."

His Excellency the Duke was too shy to speak.

"How could it be? Your Excellency may not know that there are countless ladies who have met you or heard of you but have no chance to meet you outside, and they are very fond of you."

The magician smiled.

He intended to let the Duke listen to interesting stories, but he didn't expect the other party to be so thin-faced. He just heard that someone admired him, as if he didn't believe it at all, and became so nervous.

However, everything he said was true, and not a single word was false.

As soon as the words of the last truth were spoken, the magician saw the blond youth's jade-like face turn crimson.

These touches of red are extraordinarily gorgeous due to the whiteness of the complexion, like the most appropriate decoration, embellishing the already extremely beautiful face.

Suddenly, the magician who has always only appreciated the beauty of women suddenly discovered that it is understandable for the ladies to be obsessed with it.

Your Excellency the Duke just turned eighteen a few years ago. He is young, gentle, and energetic, which inevitably attracts attention.But at that time, he was still too young, and his beauty had not yet fully bloomed.

Until now... in fact, it has not fully bloomed.

It is really because he was hindered by the lingering and heavy illness, and the vitality of upward development faded. At this time, the Duke has more of a beauty that can amaze the viewer in a calm state.

He is like a moving scene in a picture scroll, and the magician is attracted by him at the first sight.

However, when the unchanging beauty changes due to emotional fluctuations, adding more vitality that did not appear before, the magician feels that he is more attractive in this way.

Each has its own advantages and uniqueness, and the two kinds of beauty are inseparable.

So, for a nightmare who is used to appreciating beauty, this is really a kind of contradictory psychology.

"You--you're amazing, I know about my own situation."

Because the magician told the truth, Cyril's cheeks turned red again, and it tended to spread to the depths of his neck.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and put it in front of his mouth. He concealed it a little uncomfortably: "I am deeply honored to be appreciated by the ladies. But, now..."

The magician saw it, and there was a little sadness in the Duke's soft brows. This topic seemed to remind him of the pain in his heart.

Before he finished speaking, for some reason—perhaps because of the breeze blowing from the side, his voice stopped, and a severe cough followed.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Cyril covered his mouth and bowed forward involuntarily.

At the beginning of bending over and coughing, the already familiar burning feeling appeared deep in the chest without delay, like a ruthless flame burning, burning away the bloody flesh and blood, and the feeling was extremely painful.

But then, he subconsciously tried to suppress the sound, so as not to wake up Mordred who was still lying on his lap.

However, the movement was still too loud.

Cyril felt his lungs dry like fire, and when he was suffering such pain, he vaguely noticed that someone put a hand on his back and stroked it gently, just like his sister had done before.

"It's my fault." The voice of the person who caressed him was also very soft: "I should have gone into the house, but I let you accompany me outside to blow the wind for so long."

Cyril heard it vaguely, and wanted to reply that it wasn't your Excellency's reason, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of blood and rust rushed to his throat, making him stop and swallow the blood with difficulty.

After a while, he put his hand down.It doesn't spread out, but hangs to the side unnaturally, and the clenched fist hides the blood foam falling on the palm of the hand.

"No...Your Excellency Merlin, I am very happy to be able to chat with you like this today. You don't have to worry about other small things."

"yes……"

The magician pondered.

He was a little puzzled by his involuntary step over, and he was still wondering if it was the first time he was so considerate to a man——

Sure enough, it must be because His Excellency the Duke is too fragile, which aroused his love for beautiful things in his heart.The magician thought so.

The magician thought again.

The hand attached to the Duke's back had already been retracted, and his gaze moved downwards to notice a strand of blond hair that was damp with sweat at some point next to the young man's pale cheek.

All in all - amazing.

The magician suddenly stretched out his retracted hand, trying to brush the abrupt lock of hair back behind the Duke's ear.

Hmm... just to be sure, this is indeed his unconscious, purely obsessive action.

He really did.

however.

Couldn't touch it.

Yes—the hand did reach out, and the fingertips were just barely touching the Duke's cheek.

At this critical moment, a rustling sound appeared.

Mordred, who was curled up to take a nap like a cat, was woken up.

She finally woke up!

"Hmm... Uncle..."

Just woke up, before opening his eyes, Mordred rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Knead it, knead it, the rest of the drowsiness will be wiped away at once, and the golden little dumpling will be radiant and full of vitality.

She couldn't wait to jump up, and she was about to hook her uncle's neck.

However, between lightning and flint!

Mordred: "!!!??"

Caught off guard, she saw another person besides her uncle.

Mordred had never seen this man before, but it was very strange. When he saw this man with white flowers still floating on his body, Mordred thought of the white flowers who stole his limelight not long ago—that annoying The white flowers have already been digested in Lord Mordred's stomach!How could it pop up again!

Suddenly, the old hatred and the new hatred (?) surged into his heart, and Mordred was very angry.

"Who are you! Don't touch my uncle—oh!"

There was another powerful groan.

Merlin: "???"

On the magician's arm hung a little golden ball, which not only pierced the hair, but also bit people ferociously.

This time it was no longer a kitten lazily basking in the sun and taking a nap, but a little lion with fried fur.

The magician almost blurted out the phrase "How much Morgan hates me". Fortunately, he just twisted his expression and didn't really say it.

Mordred, Morgan's second artificial child successfully created using Altria's genes.

The eyes of the magician have already seen that she is the rebellious knight who will betray King Arthur in the future as Morgan wishes, and she can be said to be the chief culprit who subverted Britain.

The magician recognized her the moment he saw her lying still, but paid no particular attention to it.After all, Mordred is still a little kid now.

The magician didn't expect Xiao Budian to be so fierce.

Because he was shocked, he was bitten by the little guy who couldn't get off the hook, so he didn't expect that the little guy biting was so painful.

The magician was shocked.

Cyril was also stunned.

No, this is not the time to be dumbfounded. He was also very embarrassed to face this situation, so he rushed to rescue... no, no, no, it was to remove Mordred from the arm of His Excellency the Magician.

But he still overestimated his body, and just as he tried to persuade him, the extremely uncomfortable feeling surged up again, making his eyes darken, and his weakened body fell backwards.

Without even a moment of relaxation, Cyril's consciousness blurred immediately, and darkness began to spread from his vision.

The sound heard in the ear seemed to be that Mordred let go of his mouth and fell to the ground with a clatter.

What happened next is also unclear.

Drowsy, his last feeling was that his heavy body seemed to suddenly become lighter...

Fluffy.

I don't know how long it took before it landed in a warm place.

……

When Cyril woke up, it was already the next morning.

He opened his eyes and waited for a long time before his strength flowed back to all parts of his body like a stream of water.At that time, he hooked his fingers slightly.

The little girl who was curled up and sleeping next to him woke up in a second, and jerked forward, humming non-stop.

Cyril listened for a long time before she could barely tell what Mordred was saying. She would not sleep outside in the future, and uncle would not fall asleep without waking up.

"...It's okay, Mordred is tired, so he needs to take a good rest."

Cyril said.

As soon as he woke up, the old housekeeper and servants who were guarding the bedside with Mordred got busy, wiped his sweat, and brought the potions left by Morgan.

After drinking it, Cyril felt better again, so he made a little effort and sat up on the bedside.

The aggrieved niece immediately hid in his arms.

"Don't... white flowers..."

Cyril: "Huh? What white flowers?"

"Uncle... don't bother with that white flower!"

Mordred was full of dissatisfaction and went to "Bai Huahua", and strongly demanded that Bai Huahua not be allowed to appear within the castle, she was angry.

"Bai Huahua hugs you! I can't even hug you! Hey, he's still stepping on our flowers, it's too much, I hate it!"

Cyrillic:"…………"

Seeing that her niece was bitter, she had formed a relationship with others at a young age, and she still refused to let go. Cyril had no choice but to coax her: "Your Excellency Merlin is a guest, and it would be too impolite to ignore the guests. Well, next time he comes, uncle won't give him a chair to sit on, and won't talk to him."

Mordred was happy: "Good!"

She firmly remembered.

In this regard, Cyril can only hope that Merlin will stop visiting after sending this letter on a whim after "...".

It's just that ideas and reality don't always agree.

A few days later, after Cyril finished writing the reply letter, the magician really came to pick up the letter.

He didn't stay long this time, took the letter and left.However, just when Cyril thought it was over...

from that date.

The magician would visit Cyril's castle every half a month.

Sometimes he helped to deliver the letter, sometimes he claimed to be on the way, and sometimes he simply stated that he was here to visit His Excellency the Duke's body.

Come half a month, rain or shine.

— Mordred exploded with rage.