I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

The letter from His Excellency the Duke has once again been sent from the distant rear.

Before receiving the letter, Wang was in a daze due to the recent adversity of the war, but when she saw the familiar handwriting of Your Excellency, she seemed to have finally waited for a space to relax, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and her emotions turned to easy.

Although this relaxed expression was shown in private and only a few people could see it, it was enough to break the nonsense that "the king is too cold and never smiles" that has been circulating recently.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Cyril, he said in his letter that he made a swing in the garden. My little niece was not interested in the swing, but he sat on it first..."

It just so happened that Aggui Wenqing, who had been promoted to the general manager, was by his side, and Wang happily shared what he had just seen with Qing.

The rumors outside are actually not groundless.

Arturia Pendragon, who has become a king, is strict with herself, she has already let go of her innocent girl side, and is serious and unsmiling towards people and things.

However, although she has forgotten herself as a girl, she does still have deep tenderness for those who are close, loved, and respected.

Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall who has known each other for many years, is obviously in the range of countless praises.

They have only met twice in so many years, but the letters written by each other have become a bridge of communication, spanning the distance of time and space.

There are common goals, common expectations, and the timely help from that person, and she has also felt a deep connection from him that is absolutely impossible to cut off - Arturia's feelings for Sir Cyril are not relatives , better than relatives.It should be said that she has already regarded him as an important relative.

Because of this, the tired and solemn king showed a smile at this moment.

Her Excellency Cyril's four nephews all came to her. Although he didn't explicitly ask her to take care of them, Artoria also paid attention to them.And the nephews of the Duke of Cornwall, no matter who they are, are exceptionally outstanding characters, and they can show their prominence by virtue of their own strength.

"Should I suggest to Your Excellency Cyril, besides the swing, add some other leisure equipment?"

Artoria said to the black-haired young man with a strong and reliable air.

"Wang, to be honest, I have the same idea."

Aggie was originally here to give a report, but he didn't expect Wang to talk about his uncle. He paused, put down the work tasks that were full of him, and a little melting and stiff smile leaked from his lips: "A long time ago I just think that Uncle's garden is too monotonously arranged, and building a small pavilion in the corner should look better."

"Well, Sir, you should indeed add this line to your letter home."

Wang nodded in agreement, chatted a few more words, and ended the topic.

Cutting to the point, after talking about it for a while, Agguiwen lowered his head, intending to back down.

Wang's eyes fell on the thin sheet of letter paper still in his hand.

"Secret Aggression."

"Yes. Does the king have any orders?"

"..."

There was a slight silence for a moment.

For some unknown reason, a look of worry flashed across the blue eyes of the young girl king wrapped in the crown and armor.When Agguiwen saw her, he thought of his uncle inexplicably, and their eyes always made him feel similar.

However, after Wang Shenyin finished, he shook his head: "It's a little strange, I have an ominous premonition even though nothing happened... Maybe it's a delusion, and Mrs. Aggui Wen doesn't need to care about it."

"That's right." Wang said: "The day before yesterday, I met your mother, Mr. Aggui Wenqing."

Aggressive text: "...my mother?!"

His face changed slightly unexpectedly, not just a conditioned reflex.The crazy image of his mother Morgan still casts a shadow in Agguiwen's heart, but he is even more puzzled at this moment, why did Morgan come to see the king?

Could it be that she still hasn't given up——

This should not be the reason.

"She suddenly appeared in front of me the day before yesterday, but for some reason, she just looked at me without saying a word."

Wang recalled.

She said so, but actually omitted a lot of details.

That night, it seemed that a woman shrouded in heavy shadows had arrived unexpectedly.

Artoria was not immediately alert and regarded it as an invading enemy.Because she had seen this beautiful woman at the home of the Duke of Cornwall, and knew she was Lord Cyril's sister Morgan.

She was friendly to Morgan, and then asked why she came.

Morgan didn't speak from beginning to end.

The way the woman looked at her was like shattered ice being dug from the cold abyss, or like a torrent pouring down, violently colliding with the fiery red lava.

Arturia was shocked by this look, and almost thought that the hatred between herself and the woman was as deep as the sea and as high as the mountain.But the woman didn't speak, but pain and resentment flowed from her icy blue eyes.

"What's the matter with you?"

Artoria at the time asked.

For some reason, the woman's emotions strongly infected her, causing her to feel grief as if she was about to lose something important.I don't know why, but Wang still said: "If there is anything I can help, please-"

Couldn't finish.

The woman stopped Artoria with her gaze again, as if roaring angrily: No!Arthur!Putting on such a high and pitiful look, you know nothing about my pain, I will never bow to you!

Arturia was stunned.

When she regained her composure and wanted to ask again under the trend of uneasiness, the woman's face suddenly changed drastically.

She seemed to be caught off guard and realized that "that moment" had finally come. The woman who always held her head high in front of Artoria, her back straight and never bent, turned pale and her figure was crumbling at this moment.

The woman left immediately.

After encountering such a time, Wang Dai, who was ignored again, froze in place, and he really didn't know why.

She thought about it for a day, and finally mentioned it to Qing Aguiwen on the second day. She originally wanted to ask him if he knew what was going on, but it seemed that Qing didn't know anything.

Agguiwen's heart shuddered, but his face was taut, so as not to show any strangeness:

"... Wang, I will take my leave first."

He left the king's camp, and with his hurried steps, he pulled out a sharp arc, which made the people around him gasp in amazement.

Even the target person he was looking for made a joke when he saw him: "Age, which enemy are you going to fight with?"

"Looking for you."

Agguiwen said stiffly: "I'm not joking with you. Gawain, Gareth, have you received your uncle's letter? By the way, where is Gachris?"

Gawain and Gareth happen to be together.

Hearing Agguiwen's tone, Gao Wen was surprised: "The letter? I received it. We just arrived in the morning and we just finished reading it. I have your share."

Gareth also said: "Gahris is really strange. Just now he read his letter, and even snatched mine and my elder brother's. After scanning it all at once, he threw the letter away and said in a panic Go to Wang—Second Brother, you came from Wang, didn’t you meet him on the way?”

Agguiwen didn't bump into Gakhris, maybe he missed it.

However, that's not the point.

If it is said that there was only a very shallow guess in his mind before coming here, then when he learned that Gakhris was also so abnormal, Agguivin suddenly felt that the situation was not good.

Gakhris is no less thoughtful than him, and it is easy to find details that others have overlooked.

"Give it to me."

Without any explanation, he also took their letters from the eldest brother and younger sister.

He hurriedly scanned their letters in three lines in two, and finally opened his own letter.And before he finished reading his letter, Agguiwen felt a coolness rising from the bottom of his heart and flowing to every part of his body.When I insisted on reading it, my limbs were already extremely cold and stiff.

"Second, second brother? Your expression suddenly became so scary, the same as Gachris just now... No way, what happened?"

"Age? Age! Don't be dazed, tell us what's going on first!"

Gao Wen recalled the letter he had read, but he couldn't think of any problem.

Uncle's family letters are the same as before, talking about ordinary but very warm daily life. He never urged them to go home, but only told them to take good care of themselves when they are outside, and not to rush into the battlefield. Safety is the most important thing.

However, Agguiwen looked at them deeply with an ugly face, and a flash of panic that symbolized his unsteady mood flashed in his eyes: "I think, uncle—"

—Something might have happened.Gakhris should have noticed something was wrong.

That's what the Agric text says.

But Gawain and Gareth saw his Adam's apple twitched, his flustered expression slowly settled down, and finally he returned to calm.

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you, don't forget to reply in time."

"..."

"Age! You are too exaggerated about this matter. I thought something was wrong with my uncle."

Gao Wen raised his hand, pulled the letter back from Agguiwen's hand, smiled and patted his second brother on the shoulder twice.

Gareth also complained: "Really, second brother, you are going to scare me to death! Gareth is the same, why did he run away in a blink of an eye."

They didn't notice anything unusual, and they didn't think too much about it out of trust after hearing Agguiwen say it was all right.After all, among the four siblings, Agger is the most reliable.

Although there was a truce in the past few days, and the knights were temporarily stationed in the camp, in fact, everyone did not relax completely.

Knight Gawain has long been ranked at the forefront of the Knights of the Round Table. His popularity is quite high, and he is deeply loved and admired by his colleagues.

No, he stayed outside for a while, and the knights who happened to pass by greeted him warmly.

Today's army is facing an extremely tense predicament. One less combat power is a loss, not to mention the lack of a Sun Knight who can defend against a hundred enemies by one.Gao Wen's importance here is beyond doubt.

Because Agguiwen came over and didn't say anything important, Gao Wen was first called away by Mrs. Tristan who was looking for him.Later, Gareth was also dragged away by her former boss Kai Qing.

In the end, the only one who was still standing there was Agguiwen.

There were also people who spoke to him and said hello to him.But for some reason, the original impression was that the eyes of the serious manager were absent, as if his whole body was frozen, and he was already unable to respond.

The opened letter paper was tightly grasped in his hand, and it had already been deeply wrinkled, and it was about to burst.

It's broken, it doesn't matter.He saw everything he needed to see.

Not long ago, during the short time when Agguiwen read the letter, the emotions in his heart changed endlessly, just like the waves in the sky rolled up by a storm.

The letter paper was originally blank, and the pages were slightly yellowed and curled due to the dampness on the way of transportation.

And at the end of the letter, there is a tiny trace covered by the rolled corner.Agguiwen used his nails to pick the corner apart, and he saw the blackened trace.

At first he thought it was mildew, but he didn't care when he glanced over it.

However, when he frowned and took a closer look at this moment, he found——

This is not a trace of damp paper at all.

It was blood that had dried up for an unknown period of time and had already turned black.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to see it, but they are knights who deal with blood, how could they not recognize the appearance of the blood after it dries up.

Except blood.

Only in the letter received by Agguiwen, there was an extra paragraph that was only for him.

[Sorry, Ag.I think you can guess, so please stop Gakhris. 】

[Don't come back.My soul will be with you at all times. 】

The letters I received over the years were indeed written by my uncle himself.

But some, the timing is wrong.

Just like the one I received now.From the ink blots, it can be seen that it was not written recently, but at least a few months in advance——

What is he hiding.

He lied to them.

……

After standing there for so long, Agguiwen finally moved.

He fell back, aiming at the king's tent, his steps were as imposing as when he came, and the cold wave in front of him blew his cloak wildly.

But why.

The black-haired young man with a expressionless, even grim expression was crying.

At first, he just pursed his lips, and then because he had nowhere to vent, he clenched his teeth fiercely, and his gaze straight ahead became more fierce, like an abandoned beast that could only be confused and rampage, making people Don't dare to face it squarely.

'You only choose to tell me because you think I have no heart, enough to bear all this without being sad or suffering—is that so, Uncle! '

The silent roar of venting violently collided in the chest of the young man who was striding forward, his body seemed to be torn apart, and he was in pain.

And he was soon discouraged and depressed.Because, he knew, his uncle wouldn't think so.

"...Let me know about this first, that's fine."

Agguiwen murmured.

"At that time, I would not be unable to make correct judgments and choices because my body and mind were completely immersed in grief."

"If... that's what you want."

*****

"Uncle? Hey, fell asleep."

Mordred grabbed the most beautiful flower she found with great difficulty, and ran to the deck chair in the shade, intending to show the flower to her uncle.

As a result, my uncle closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

She was a little disappointed, but she decided sensiblely not to wake her uncle up, and went to the side to play with herself.

Recently, Mordred has been spending more and more time playing with himself.

Because my uncle sleeps more and more and spends less and less time awake.

Gradually, he didn't go out very much, only once in a while when the sun came out, he would come to the garden and watch Mordred crawling around among the flowers.

Mordred had grown up, almost five years old, and this modest garden could no longer hold her.She would run to the back of the castle, and after half an hour, an hour, she would rush back.

The time is uncertain, mainly depends on when uncle calls her.Or—as soon as a certain annoying white flower appeared, no matter whether there was a sound or not, and how far away it was, Mordred would immediately rush back.

She has grown up, and she is still no match for the magician. No matter how angry she is, there is nothing she can do about it.I could only sit on my uncle's lap angrily, and listen to them chatting about everything, listening...and fell asleep from boredom.

Somehow, she fell asleep first, and when she woke up, she found herself on the swing every time.Turning around, the uncle on the chair was also asleep, waking up later than her.

The annoying Bai Huahua would pick up her uncle and go back to her room.

He walked very fast, sometimes disappearing in the blink of an eye, and Mordred couldn't catch up, which was all the more annoying.

"Uncle! Uncle, uncle! If you don't speak, I feel so boring. Tell me, what should I do now?"

The flowers have been found, and the butterflies have long been tired of fluttering. Mordred sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling really bored.

Uncle can't play with her, she doesn't know what to do.

Even before he fell asleep, he suddenly told her very strangely that he should find his own interest and do what he wants to do in the future...

Mordred thinks, no.Apart from being with her uncle, what else can she do, there is nothing she wants to do?

—Unlike me, you are free... My dear, your time... is still very long.

strangeness.

Uncle said some inexplicable things, I couldn't understand.

Mordred never thought that what his uncle said was an extremely dangerous sign.

She has no memory of before the age of two.The only thing I remember is that my mother seems to be called Morgan, and my mother threw her to my uncle to keep her as a companion.

Uncle is very kind to her, uncle is very gentle, and uncle has a very comfortable smell, so Mordred doesn't mind being with him all the time.

In her cognition, the concept of "leaving" does not exist at all, not to mention, what is more terrifying than "leaving" - "death".

"Ugh."

"How long has it been? It's almost there, um, um, it should be almost—I'm going back and see if my uncle is awake."

Feeling that it should take a long time, Mordred lazily rolled in the flowers, got up, and went to find his uncle with the flowers she picked.

"uncle--"

The carefree little blond girl shouted loudly, with a very bright smile on her face.

Thinking of his uncle waking up and being able to talk to himself again, Mordred's heart was filled with joy, so that his steps became wider, and her energetic voice echoed throughout the garden.

"This time, it's definitely the most beautiful flower! It's more beautiful than white flowers..."

The pace suddenly slowed down.

Slowly, slowly, until you stop and can no longer move your legs.

"It's even better..."

"..."

"……uncle?"

The most beautiful flower leaked from the girl's fingers and fell on the surface of the soil.

It is completely stained with dust, as if withered.

……

Cyril was not surprised that this day came.

He was already mentally prepared.

No one knows better than him the process of the body getting weaker and weaker.

This feeling is like the withering of a flower. What is released from the inside out is not a fragrance, but a decaying breath.

Not without complaint.Of course he was not reconciled.

However, that bit of unwillingness can dissipate in reality.

Cyril was not someone who would resent fate.The company of Mordred, Grandpa the housekeeper, Andrew and others made him feel gratified and satisfied.

And another special existence... The appearance of that Your Excellency slowly calmed down his originally agitated mood.

The time to leave has come.

Although before this, he tried his best to make the final preparations—not for himself, but for the people around him—but he was still unable to do what he wanted. Cyril felt sorry, but there was no extra time and experience Go perfect.

He fell into a deep sleep on an ordinary, peaceful afternoon.

There is nothing unusual on the outside, just like an ordinary lunch break.But when he fell asleep, his consciousness seemed to have turned into a cloud, floating lightly, trying to get away from the body entangled by illness.

I don't know how long has passed.

The clouds still couldn't return to the distant sky for a while.Cyril vaguely heard the cry of his beloved, and thus, the soul that had been exhausted for too long fell down again.

"Cyrillic……"

"uncle……"

"Master Cyril, you can't...you can't just leave like this..."

Cyril seemed to hear it.

But he couldn't answer.

People were calling for him, trying their best not to let him leave, but suddenly he was reluctant to leave, and his soul could not be freed.

The body that was still dying in the world became the heaviest shackle, locking his soul in it, making him unable to breathe.

'It's... so uncomfortable...'

'It's not death, but it's more torture than death. '

For a moment of trance, Cyril almost gave up.

The ending is only half a step away from the dust settling.His persistence at this moment can't change anything, all he can do is to breathe hard in the abyss of despair, and let his life last for even a second.

——At this point, no matter how much you struggle, it will only bring one-sided pain.Give it up, and you'll feel better about yourself.

Where did this voice come from?

Cyril couldn't tell.

His breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared, but when the cries around him sounded, the fragile vitality like the light of a firefly seemed to be struggling for the last time, and it was magnified a little bit.

So stubborn, so tenacious, so...

—I couldn't help but sigh.

The voice sounded again, coming from an extremely distant place, and at the same time, there was really a soft sigh.

Then...

Cyril's consciousness lightened up again.

"..."

"This...is a fairyland?"

When he slowly opened his eyes, he thought he had ushered in a new life.

The body is no longer heavy, and the pain quietly left.The breeze blew up the fragrance of flowers, and the blond young man wearing only a thin shirt was in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, and the delicate flowers were swaying at his feet.

Yes.Only a fairyland can be so beautiful and so peaceful to the weary soul.

"Stay here. Once again, I extend an invitation to your still pure soul."

The magician in the paradise spoke softly from behind.

The journey which belonged to Cyril Cornwall which he had been watching had come to an end at last.

I have been watching all the time, the difference is only in the distance. In this process, the magician actually did nothing.

He thought that when he saw the ending, there would be no surprises, and naturally he would not be moved.

But the fact is, moving... There should still be a little bit.

The magician inexplicably thought of the garden of His Excellency the Duke, the shade of the trees, the little sunlight leaking through the gaps in the branches, and the calm face of the blond youth leaning on his shoulders softly covered by light and shadow.

So, after pondering for a while, he finally made this decision that tended to be superfluous.

"You are not a human being. After death, your soul may dissipate immediately, and you will not come to this ideal land of reincarnation transfer."

"Take this opportunity to stay, this is what you can get, the best ending."

but.

The magician had another premonition.

This invitation, he will still be rejected.

as predicted.

The blond young man with gradually clear eyes turned his head and saw him.

"Your Excellency Merlin..."

He said, "So, you—"

"Always."

"It's all on a high place that I can't reach, looking down on me."