I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"……what?"

Early in the morning, Cyril woke up.

For a few seconds, he blinked blankly, feeling that his posture was not right.

The body is no longer sitting, but slanted in the depths of the sofa, almost putting his legs on it.

He didn't know how he fell asleep while sitting here last night while sitting here in a daze - the sleeping position was so unsightly.

Fortunately, no one else was in the room, and no one could see him.

Cyril got up quickly, trying to correct the awkward posture.

However, before he could sit up, his body stiffened suddenly because of the dull pain that suddenly spread from under his chest, he took a breath, and fell down again.

"hiss--"

In an instant, the blond youth's face lost all color, his lips trembled slightly, and even the edges of his pupils turned pale.

He clasped his chest tightly with his hands, and it took a long time before he recovered from the sharp pain of tearing his soul. At that time, he was already dripping with sweat, as if his whole body had just been fished out of the water.

After a while, the room was eerily quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing.

When the pain weakened and dropped to the tolerance range he was used to, Cyril, who was full of exhaustion, was able to sit up smoothly.

The reason for this sudden change... may be that last night he dreamed about events from a long time ago, and his emotions inevitably became more ups and downs.

This is not surprising.

The "certain reasons" that appeared during the day were enough to evoke those past memories in his heart.

Although, to him at this time, that was already a past life thousands of years ago.But the memory, whether it is beautiful or sad, is as clear as yesterday, and the emotions imprinted in it will remain unchanged for a long time.

From the time he died as Cyril Cornwall to the time when he inexplicably came to the body of a stranger, it has been almost a thousand years.

This is an estimate and guesswork, and Cyril himself doesn't know how long it has passed.

Because, from the moment he died, his soul that failed to go to the land of liberation was entangled with traces of gradually increasing curses.At the beginning, he could still retain his consciousness, but later, his own consciousness was eroded by the curse, and he became muddled, and he couldn't even feel the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

Logically speaking, the strength of his soul should not last for a thousand years.Maybe after a hundred years, it will be completely corroded by the curse like filthy silt, and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

As a result, the fact is that he really persisted for so long and was able to be "reborn".

After waking up, Cyril was very worried about the original owner of the body.He was afraid that he would squeeze the original owner's soul away unconsciously, and he was also worried that his cursed soul would pollute the original owner's body.

Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he first thought. The soul of the original owner was gone. I don't know where the ticket went, but he probably didn't squeeze it away.On the other hand, as long as one is careful, the curse should not leak out.

I don't know how I got into the mystery of this body, it seems that I have to wait until later to solve it.He only had a vague impression, as if when he was struggling in the dark, there was a little warmth like sunshine, covering it gently, wrapping his soul...

Ok.

Cyril has been trying to find the soul of the original owner of the body, but in the current world he is in, he has not found any trace.

The other party should not have gone to reincarnation, this is Cyril's intuition.He thought about it, and just took the opportunity of providing after-sales service to customers to find it in another world.

On the following day, he repeated yesterday's daily routine: taking a bath, feeding the couple birds that flew to the window and jumping around, casually reading books, and browsing forums to pass the time.Just omitting the less pleasant things that happened yesterday.

Ex-boyfriend—well, Cyril, who is actively integrating into modern society, has already understood that ex-boyfriend is a creature that cannot be dealt with after breaking up.

Finally, before nightfall, he turned on his computer, entered the operation background of his closed online store, and opened the negative review that was currently ranked first in the order to be resolved.

"Hmmm, customer with ID 'an ordinary man' who bought...huh? Insect repellent? Well, left this bad review the day after buying the repellent."

Cyril was a little surprised.

Buying insect repellent in a potions shop, this customer is really unusual.

It's not that it can't be done, the quality of the products he hangs in the store is absolutely passable (unless there is a sad accident like a curse leak).However, the insect repellant bought by the customer was made by him to repel mosquitoes. He thought that there would be nowhere to use it if he made too much, so he posted it on the Internet.

Coincidentally, the insect repellent was bought within 10 minutes of hanging it up.

Moreover, the real reason why he was so surprised when he saw it was actually the specific content of the bad review made by this guest.

It's really, really—

Doesn't fit the ID of "average man".

Even if Cyril hadn't personally seen this guest who might have been accidentally trapped by his curse, he could still feel the resentment that could swallow people like a stormy sea from the lines in front of him.

[No more—no more!No more no no more!Why, why!Why is there no more!This is not what I want... No more, what can I use to protect that child—my strength!Ah ah ah ah give it back to me!Damn, hate! ! ! 】

If it weren't for the word limit in the comment settings, Cyril has no doubt that the guests who made such desperate cries would fill his entire comment area with exclamation marks, and then fill the face of the shopkeeper behind the screen with strong resentment.

Cyril pondered and held his chin: "What's missing? Well, this doesn't look like the effect of a curse."

He was still puzzled.

Isn't the effect of insect repellent just repelling insects?Generally speaking, it is not used on people. What do customers do with it?

No, I have a vague premonition.

The amount of information revealed between the lines was a bit large, and Cyril remembered everything in his heart. Anyway, when he met the customer himself in the past, he knew everything at a glance.

After confirming the next departure destination, Cyril began to pack his luggage, and before leaving, he did a big cleaning of the house that was going to be vacant for a long time.

Oh, and one more thing I almost forgot.

"I'm going on a long trip, you go find something to eat elsewhere."

The blond young man with a suitcase stood under the tree in the yard, raised his head, and waved goodbye to the two loving birds standing side by side on the branch.

The chubby bodies of the birds stick closely together, occasionally combing each other's feathers, accompanied by chirping and cheerful calls.

After a long time, the human beings who bothered them to show their affection were still standing under the tree. Finally, the little white bird that flew up at the beginning yelled at him reluctantly, and the yelling was very perfunctory.

After all, he was the owner, but he received such a perfunctory treatment, but Cyril was not sad at all, on the contrary, he was very happy.

"Goodbye." He waved again. "Until I come back, you all will be fine."

This kind of seemingly small and ordinary warmth, even if it belongs to even smaller birds, can still make him feel warm.

Well, after finishing this seemingly boring last thing, Cyril took his luggage and embarked on another journey with a relaxed pace and a happy mood.

I don't know when I will be able to come back. According to the previous experience, I think the time will not be too short.

He walked away, without outsiders disturbing, the small courtyard where the master left calmed down again.

The two gluey birds were still rubbing against the branches, but something seemed to happen suddenly, they jumped a few times to the side, and hid in the small nest covered by the leaves.

It turned out that at this moment, a white figure appeared under the tree.

The sunlight that luckily penetrated through the gaps in the branches and leaves fell on the black hair, as if to make these white hairs shine.

The expression of the Magician of Flowers, however, was far from being so bright. Instead, it looked a little like the shadow under his feet.

He squeezed his staff tightly, and stared at the direction where the blond-haired youth left for a long time before turning his gaze away.

"Alas, it seems to have messed things up."

Sorry, Lord Flower Magician, there's no "as if"—it's just a mess.

Facing the terrible situation at this moment, Merlin once again felt the taste of regret.

For more than a thousand years, he really didn't move a step. With deep introspection and self-regret, he kept himself locked in the tower at the end, and only looked at the world through the only window in the tower.

Aside from the fact that he was really bored and accidentally found something wrong with a "certain forum" that existed in the online world, he would turn himself into "Magic Merry" on the Internet.

In order to mediate the mentality of a key person who is crucial to the survival of human beings after becoming a human being, Merlin, who saw all this with clairvoyant eyes, was worried that that guy would die from serious overwork before he became the final killer, so he decided to Find an outlet for him to vent his pent-up emotions.

Call it mutual help between Crown Casters (Huh? Did you say something weird?), and that's about it.

Of course, Merlin will not deny that he still has his own selfishness at the root of this good deed.

Because the guy who intends to help is called "no heart" in the true sense.

That guy is obviously human, but he is not even as good as Merlin who is not human. He is simply a machine and tool without any emotions or needs of his own.

However, it is such a sad tool that gave birth to the desire to "become a human being and experience human feelings".

What a strange, time-wasting wish.

If it were Merlin from a long time ago, when he heard that there was such a thing, he would definitely laugh unceremoniously while being puzzled.

But...Unfortunately, after a brief encounter that he couldn't let go of, Merlin, who developed a little "emotion", couldn't laugh at this moment.

Just a little bit of help, by the way, using "him" as a reference object - this is Merlin's idea.

He really wants to know whether King Solomon, who has no heart, can find his "heart" that no longer exists.

Among them, the "reference" that I thought of at first...

On the contrary, it was this point that made Merlin faintly have the urge to laugh after being dazed.The object of ridicule, of course, is himself.

The gains from reference may allow Nightmare, who is in a similar situation to that guy, to understand people's hearts more deeply, and the emotions that he finally got can grow stronger again.

But—what's the use?

The venerable lord who gave birth to "love" from the unintentional nightmare has long since died.Merlin still thought of him often, but the more so, the more he felt that nothing he could do now would help.

However, thinking so in his heart, Merlin finally helped a little and didn't stand by.

Maybe it was because he later felt that extending a helping hand a little bit, so that it was no longer just a condescending behavior, was what the Duke would want to see.

So, what happened next is very interesting.

Merlin, who has nothing to do, pretends to be the Internet idol Magic Meili on the Internet.

In fact, the only person who would click into his homepage was the unlucky guy who worked overtime every day after becoming a human.

These two people who can be regarded as colleagues occasionally chat. The main way of chatting is that the unlucky guy who works overtime pours out his thoughts that he has been holding back day after day to the virtual idol on the Internet. attack.

Don't say it in the open, the unlucky guy definitely has a lot of opinions in his heart.

Similarly, Merlin also felt that sooner or later this unlucky colleague would die from overwork and cause trouble for him. Most importantly, chatting with this guy was not pleasant at all.

You know, talking all night about such a pleasant thing just thinking about it, he just wants to talk to His Excellency the Duke——

Forget it.

All in all, these two are just poking each other where it hurts.Today you mention that I work overtime alone on Valentine's Day, and tomorrow I will indirectly remind you of a lover who has no fate.

If it weren't for the sudden change later, this completely unpleasant way of getting along would have continued for an unknown amount of time.

The unlucky guy who works overtime every day suddenly doesn't need to torture each other with Internet idols.

That guy had other things to do, and turned into arguing with his own (Solomon) black in the forum every day. He was so busy that he didn't have time to talk to Merlin who was really lonely.

Merlin: "..."

Merlin: "Hehe."

Merlin's mood was complicated for no reason, and there was no need to continue playing with the false identity of Magic Meili.

However, he didn't think of it.

The homepage of the Magic Meili website, which was supposed to be closed immediately, unexpectedly received a click from a second person besides colleagues who are no longer popular now on an ordinary day.

When he found out, Merlin was shocked and stunned.

At first, he had no way to determine the identity of the man was the dead duke, but his intuition, the vague perception brought by his clairvoyance, and the long time of getting along, he found more and more clearly that there was a complete relationship between the man and the Duke of Cornwall. There are too many similarities.

That man was also called Cyril.

He was defenseless against Merlin, and naturally revealed many important details of his habits.

So far, Merlin doesn't need to be sure at all.There was no doubt that this Cyril was his Duke, Cyril Cornwall.

However, there are still some unclear points, for example, Merlin is not sure whether Cyril still has the memory of his previous life.

He thought that the reincarnated Cyril he met had the highest probability of this guess.

Not long after they met online, they... well, they got together.

It was Merlin who confessed first—no, it was Merlin in the magic Meryl shell.

Looking back afterwards, Merlin didn't even know what he was thinking at that time.Why are you steadfastly pretending to be a beautiful girl idol, and still trying to hide your identity and conceal the truth?

During the two years of being together with Cyril smoothly after the confession, I have to say that the magician who was still sniffing at So-and-so who was in a relationship not long ago ushered in a spring full of flowers, not to mention how relaxed and happy it was.

The impressions obtained from others as a reference, compared with the progress obtained by one's own involvement, are so pitiful that they cannot be compared at all.

As if, overnight.

Vibrant flowers bloom in the tower at the end, which is isolated from the outside world. Sitting on the vacant platform under the window, the white-haired magician puts the only snow-white beast that can accompany him in the tower on his lap, Brush her hair one by one.

"Hey, Kathy Parug, I finally get it."

Merlin sighed, unable to conceal the blooming smile on his lips.

"The 'love' I experienced before is still far from its complete picture. Only when the person you love is by your side, and you can talk to him at any time and express your affection, you will feel the true love. Tenderness and bliss..."

finally.Finally—I realized it.

Nightmare felt strange about this, and, from this moment on, couldn't let go of his lover even more.

If it turned out that the frequency of his interaction with his lover across the screen was still within the normal range, then the stickiness coefficient on "Mei Li" suddenly rose to the point where he had to maintain it all the time in the morning, at night, and at night. Terrible level of connection.

Merlin, who was immersed in love, didn't see the expression on the little beast's face in time. It was full of humanity and disgusted.

Kathy Paluge: "Fou, F, F, F, F." (Wait, Merlin, who is super thick-skinned and annoying, will get dumped sooner or later.)

Merlin shook his head and didn't take it seriously: "No, no, dear Casey Paluge, you haven't met him, so you don't know. My Cyril couldn't be more gentle, he won't break up with me~"

"Fu! Fu! Fufu!"

Caught off guard, the secretly smug magician was kicked on the face by the little furry beast: "Oh, it hurts! You must be jealous of me, Kathy Paluge!"

When he said that, Merlin's mood was flying high.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the cruel prophecy made by the beast who is too flying and sees through the essence of the nightmare, that it will come true.

Merlin completely ignored it. For the past two years, he had been pretending to be the magic Meryl and never told Cyril who he was.

The most tragic thing is - he doesn't know at all, when did Cyril see through his disguise? !

What happened after that has already been described before, so everyone should know.

Merlin was shocked when he saw the news of the breakup, and immediately didn't want to stay in the tower.He threw Kathy Parug where it could go, left the Tower of the End by himself, and went to find Cyril where he was.

then……

He got, even more shocking, but also the saddest discovery.

Cyril actually transferred the witch's curse into his soul.Moreover, it is estimated that Morgan did not know it.

No wonder I couldn't see through him.

No wonder he got such a powerful force.

No wonder...he would suffer the pain of his soul being torn apart all the time.

Your Excellency, the Duke, as expected, has not changed at all, he is still the young man who used a gentle appearance to hide his inner strength and determination.

Oh no.Merlin thought.

In this way, how could he let him go - even if he would be ignored and treated coldly, he still had to follow.

therefore.

Merlin followed Cyril without hesitation and came here.

"..."

After going through the inexplicable anxiety of being discovered by Cyril at the beginning, he saw clearly who the "old acquaintance" caught in his eyes at this time.

There was only one thought in Merlin's mind:

——What is a coincidence, what is a narrow road to the enemy, good things and no bad things all collide together, a coincidence that occurs when it should not happen...

——What else can I say, this is it!

*****

"Mr. Matou Kariya, I have confirmed many times that there is nothing wrong with your body from top to bottom, from inside to outside."

"All the old injuries have healed, and there is no possibility of unconsciousness caused by excessive pain. So, can you... tell us your thoughts on compensation and follow-up treatment?"

The voice fell, drifted away, and dissipated.

Didn't get any response.

It should be said that there was actually a voice, but the eyes of the person who spoke were staring, and he was talking to himself persistently.

"It's gone, it's all gone, how could it become like this... It's gone, I don't have any strength at all, why, why am I so useless..."

That's how I read it at first.

As I read it, the content changed, and it became someone's name. Listen, it should be a girl.

"Sakura... Sakura, Sakura, Sakura!"

Although it is a soliloquy that completely shields the outside world, the despair and regret contained in the words are completely revealed, which makes the listener have to be moved.

Cyril was indeed moved.

He could sense that something very bad must have happened to this customer—certainly not that he had drunk his insect repellant by mistake.

However, no matter how moved he was, no matter how much he wanted to help him, he had to talk to the person concerned to learn the details.

The other party didn't cooperate, and Cyril couldn't do anything for a while.

He picked up the unconscious customer in a dark alley.

At that time, Mr. Customer's body was riddled with holes, so exhausted that there was not even a trace of life left. If he hadn't arrived, he would have died in that alley.

And thanks to that trace of curse that accidentally spilled into the repellent.

In fact, Cyril also came late, relying on the power of the curse to hang Mr. Customer with his last breath.

It is also a curse. The former Mr. Uchiha Izumi was almost killed by a curse full of negative emotions and dark energy, but when he came to this customer, he became a life-saving energy.

So, rescue quickly and wake up the customer.

At this time, the skinny man lying on the bed was awake, but he seemed crazy or stupid, and ignored him at all.

Cyril (frowning): "Hmm... don't you want to talk? I'll ask you again when your condition improves."

He stood up and picked up the basin of hot water that had already been used.

turn around.

Before walking towards the sink, Cyril's eyes tilted slightly and fell to the dark corner of the room.

His calm green eyes dimmed slightly.

In that corner, there was another "object" that was darker than the shadow.

In that group of black shadows, occasionally a dazzling red light would glow, and a few deafening roars would leak out from time to time.

It's like this:

"AR ... Thur -Arthurrrrrrrr!!!!!!

The moment Cyril roared and charged towards him, he bundled His Excellency the Mysterious Knight, whose whole body including his face was covered with armor and black thread, into a ball of wool, and threw it in a corner where no one cared.

Cyril wiped his hands slowly: "Well, I'm sorry."

"Because of you, it's too noisy."