I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"Magician in front, you dropped a ready-made Caster that was delivered to your door and was definitely worth the money. Really, really, don't you plan to go back and pick it up?"

What a resentful, yet somewhat expectant voice.

From just now, it has been ringing until now, following wherever I go, following closely, it is really too haunting—cough, persistent.

This situation is really pitiful at first sight.

In the dark night sky, a round crescent moon hangs.It was already late at night, and the streets were empty. At this time, only two people walked by.

The blond-haired young man walked in front, his expression as usual, calm and composed, but his walking speed was getting faster and faster.

About two or three meters behind him, the white-haired magician is holding a cumbersome and complicated staff, and takes a step with a flower, which looks particularly fancy.

Apparently, the "noise" that has bothered me all the way came from the mouth of Mr. Caster, who claimed that the ready-made delivery does not require a part-time job fee.

Cyril endured and endured, endured and endured... Finally, he didn't want to bear it anymore.

When he was halfway, he stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, I didn't drop anything."

When he spoke, his tone was so harsh.

For a person who has a good temper and never blushes, this is already a sign of "angry".

"Yes, because I can't be counted as a 'thing'." The magician behind him quickly answered: "Ahem, I mean...we should find a suitable opportunity to have a good talk. For example, now, It's just right."

Under the imperceptible sleeve, Cyril squeezed his fist: "I don't think it's appropriate."

"Then you say, when is the right time?"

"It's never the right time."

Cyril turned around and looked at the magician who had followed him into this world.

His soft green eyes are full of solemnity, which should be very serious, but in Merlin's eyes, they are softened into [-]% cute - these are the so-called lover's eyes.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Cyril glanced at him, then turned his head for no reason.

"No, no, you won't be so cruel." Merlin begged, "Even if you don't want to hear my explanation, at least you can talk about other topics that have nothing to do with me."

Perhaps because of panic, Merlin was also given an honorific title.

Once upon a time, they came and went so politely.Years later in the blink of an eye, (Meilin thinks) the relationship has developed by leaps and bounds.

This is not a good thing.

Cyril still turned his head, and his attitude was surprisingly cold: "I thought that you should have understood what I meant, but in the end, you are still like this—"

He omitted the rest of the words.

"I don't want to talk to you more, not just because of the reasons I said before. Well, if you don't explain it, you probably won't understand, so I have to say it straight."

"Your Excellency Merlin." Cyril expressed his rare irritability with a frown.

He said every word: "I really don't know what capacity I want to get along with you now. Instead of getting entangled, it's better not to get along with you."

After finishing speaking, Cyril completely ignored His Excellency Merlin who stayed where he was, turned around and left by himself.

Merlin: "..."

"... Xi, Cyril?"

His Excellency Merlin, who had been the king's tutor and court magician, was extremely intelligent and capable, but he seemed so passive when it came to the incidents he was involved in, and there was no way to reverse the situation.

Merlin was puzzled.

Merlin was extremely flustered.

He thought in his heart that it was terrible, how to deal with this situation, and what went wrong, why is Cyril so angry?

Totally - no experience.

I know intuitively that the "experience" of coaxing girls back then must not be used here.

Merlin suddenly felt a little regretful, he should be more careful, and pay attention to how So-and-so quarreled with black fans, not flirting, that is the ready-made information with reference value!

...However, that's the end of the matter.

Merlin could only continue to struggle, he would follow wherever Cyril went, trying to find a turning point to break this embarrassing situation.

Cyril went straight to Matou's house.

Although he didn't ask Matou Kariya about the specific location of his house in advance, it's actually quite simple for Cyril to find, and it doesn't get in the way at all.

He looked for it, easily crossed the barriers and traps outside the classical Japanese-style mansion, and entered the interior of the mansion.

But speaking of it, even though Cyril got in so easily, he hasn't made any movement for the barrier owner to notice.

The layers of barriers set up by the Matou family are quite tight for contemporary magicians, and they can be called an impenetrable copper wall and iron wall.It is impossible to sneak in quietly. If you want to go in, unless the owner welcomes you, you can only break through by force.

However, the rigor here is only for "contemporary magicians".

Cyril does not have the memory of living through these thousand years, but through observation, he can know that in the world after a thousand years, the inheritance of magic seems to have been interrupted a lot in the long years, and the magic power of people today is far inferior to the magicians of the past .

Even if the era he lived in was not comparable to the Age of Gods, compared with the present world a thousand years later, the level of magic was still much higher.

not to mention.

Now, the power he gained from waking up from someone else's body is equivalent to that all came from a certain strongest magician who lived thousands of years ago.

He knows all the tricks that the magician knows.Moreover, due to the superimposition of many rumors from later generations, on the basis of being strong enough, it has gained a higher level of bonus.

The reason... let's not say much for the time being.

In short, Cyril successfully entered Matou's house, and after only turning around a little, he found the basement that Matou Kariya had mentioned.

At this time, Patriarch Jiantong obviously never dreamed that the barriers he had laid so many layers could not stop people.

Letting two outsiders in at once, these two guys who trespassed, just took a casual walk in the forbidden area of ​​the majestic magic family as a garden, and even——

There was a quarrel like no one else was there!

……

Sorry.

Cyril didn't want this.

It wasn't really a quarrel, but he couldn't hold it back. On a certain issue, he had a small dispute with a certain gentleman who followed closely.

"Follow me all the time, can you not block my way?"

Cyril, who was blocked from the basement door, was a little annoyed.

"No, I just thought, you can use this thing later."

Merlin, who did not know where to fetch a torch, spoke sincerely.

"Fire? I can make a fire myself, thank you for your kindness. Now, can you move out of the way?"

"Yes, yes, but I'm worried—you're not prepared to be sad about what's going on in the basement."

Cyril was slightly taken aback.

Afterwards, the magician, who had blocked him for a while, stared at him, his white hair and purple eyes were soaked in the orange-yellow firelight, as if they were warmed by the firelight.

This scene is somewhat different from the one in memory.

That's why Cyril was stunned for a few seconds.

"it's good now."

The magician said suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His gaze stayed on the silent blond young man all the time. He didn't show it on the surface, but he got a little sting in his heart because of his lover's indifferent and alienated attitude.

"Please come in, I hope you don't blame me for meddling in my own business..." After saying that, Merlin stepped aside.

Cyril paused for a moment, as if he didn't know the trace of security that the magician thought he had concealed but still leaked out. He turned his gaze back and opened the door of the basement by himself.

Before that, he really felt that he was fully prepared psychologically.

Mr. Matou Kariya's description of what happened to Sakura at this time was not very detailed, because it was really hard to tell, but Cyril guessed the general idea.

The picture caught in the eyes should be very...

That's why he was slightly annoyed by the magician's sudden obstruction.

Can--

It seems that Mr. Magician was misunderstood.

When the door was opened and entered, the turbid smell of the basement was the first to hit the face, but in it, there was a lot of extremely fresh breath mixed in.

Is that... where does the floral fragrance come from?

The turbid smell mixed with the sweet floral fragrance will naturally be extremely abrupt.But during the short period of time that Cyril stayed in place, the fresh air covered the original dirty atmosphere, making the dark and filthy place look brand new for a while.

"This is what you did..."

Cyril said softly, his eyes brightened for a moment.

The basement has a lot of space.

Under the several layers of steps that have been worn out for years, there is a rectangular depression several meters down.

Originally, thousands of ugly bugs should have filled the deliberately vacated sunken space.

Numerous bugs densely overlapped, twisted, squirmed, and crowded together, forming a disgusting and hideous scene.

Even normal people who think they have strong psychological endurance will inevitably be shocked when they see such a scene for the first time, and then feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

However, as far as I can see - there are no more bugs.

What Cyril saw were flowers that filled the entire space.

It seems that the fairyland once seen has extended the eternal spring here, and the sea of ​​flowers shrouded in spring is also spread out as it should.

Scattered, colorful and gorgeous flowers, the fragrance that drives away the decayed atmosphere in the room comes from this.

Unknowingly, he took a step forward and descended a step.

It so happened that there was a solitary flower climbing the edge of the stone ladder, which was precarious, but because of Cyril's approach, it had the opportunity to quietly stick to his ankle.

"—you stay here."

Merlin suddenly grabbed Cyril, and in the future, it became Cyril returned to the upper step, he stood at the bottom, and the little flower just now fell under his boots and was crushed ruthlessly up.

"Although it looks like a flower now, it is still a worm in essence."

The magician actually frowned slightly, looking disgusted, but for the sake of his lover, he stood up resolutely: "I don't want you to be contaminated with such filth, I'll just go."

Cyril opened his mouth, intending to refuse, but the magician shook his head slightly, and then let go of his hand that was still tightly held before.

"Give me a chance to stop watching, please?"

"..."

After finishing speaking, Meilin stepped on the broken flowers that gradually covered the steps below, and stepped into the group of flowers that really filled the empty space. The white back was immediately half covered by the colorful flowers.

And Cyril stopped where he was.

For some reason, his slightly complicated eyes fell on the fingertips of his buttocks that had just been touched, and seemed to pause for a moment before slowly withdrawing.

It didn't take long for this small detail to pass by, and the magician who stepped into the sea of ​​flowers found the goal of this trip.

"..."

"..."

Sure enough, even with many foreshadowings and buffers ahead, Cyril and Merlin fell silent after seeing the purple-haired girl deep in the flowers.

"The situation is worse than I thought in advance. I can't stay here any longer. Take this child away first."

"Well, I took off my robe and wrapped it around her, and the rest..."

"...Let me hug her."

"No problem, but—this, I can leave it to you."

When he took over the torch that the other party had been holding from the magician, Cyril was still a little confused.

However, he quickly realized that his expression changed slightly, and even a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes.

This disgust, of course, was not aimed at Merlin.

In the face of business, Cyril hardly mixes any personal feelings.What's more, what happened to Sakura aroused all his sympathy and intolerance. Such a small child reminded him of Gareth and Mordred when he was a child.

As much pity for the poor girl as he was, he was equally angry with the magician who did this to an innocent girl.

When Merlin retreated to the door of the basement with the girl wrapped in a white robe, Cyril, who was still inside, raised his hand and threw the torch into the seemingly beautiful and delicate flowers.

As soon as the flame encounters sufficient combustibles, it seems to have received the greatest boost, and it rises aggressively and expands.

In an instant, huge lights and shadows flickered on the originally dim walls, and countless flowers were reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

This scene of swallowing up "beauty" should have caused a burst of regret.

However, in the eyes of the insider, Cyril, who knows that this so-called beauty is filled with the endless ugliness of human beings, burning it down seems very satisfying.

The "flowers" are still burning, and because there are so many of them, no matter how fast the fire spreads, it won't burn out in a while.

Cyril, of course they won't stay there and wait.

After throwing the torch, Cyril withdrew, took the girl and hugged her well, and returned the same way with the magician.

There was a lot of movement in the basement, and the insects died one after another, which would definitely attract the attention of the insect envoys.

Although Cyril is not afraid of confronting the envoy, but, sorry, he is not in the mood to waste time now.Anyway, sooner or later, he will come back to solve the troubles, so he is not in a hurry.

He and His Excellency the Magician walked to the gate of Matou's house in perfect harmony.

Logically speaking, they should be able to continue walking together in harmony and harmony, but——

"Anyway, thank you for your help."

Cyril was very polite and would not omit his due words of thanks just because he was quite repulsive to magicians.

"Ah, it's okay." Merlin accepted the thank you, considerate and kind: "It should be, am I not your heroic spirit? Of course I want to solve your problems."

"…………Um?"

Cyril suddenly stopped.

ponder.

In front of the gate of Matou's house, he met the eyes of the magician who was staring at him eagerly.

His Excellency the Magician's eyes lit up the light of hope. After taking off the heavy and cumbersome robe, the upper body was left with only a sleeveless tights, which looked quite pitiful.

Cyril: "It seems that you are not my heroic spirit."

Merlin: "Hahaha, after signing the contract, that's it."

Cyril continued: "I don't want to sign a contract with you."

Merlin was shocked: "Huh?!"

Suddenly, the magician seemed to be blown by the cold wind, and his clothes became extremely thin, and he looked even more pitiful immediately.

Cyril looked away a little, but still insisted: "To be precise, I don't want to participate in the Holy Grail War, so I don't need a heroic spirit."

"Cough cough cough-"

"Then, I'll go first, it's up to you."

"Wait a minute——Cyril? You have been chosen to be the Master. It's dangerous to act alone, really!"

"Well, I see, I will protect myself."

"Woo, I'm really a very good Caster!"

"No."

"Sign it~"

"Not to sign—you actually still talk to me in this tone? Your Excellency Merlin...you are really, unreasonable, too much!"

As he spoke, Cyril became angry.

Unlike the previous situation where he was just a little angry, this time, he was really angered.

Only the Magician of Flowers can achieve such a difficult achievement of making gentle and kind people angry repeatedly.

Emotional fluctuations will implicate the curse deep in the soul, and the feeling at this moment will definitely not be pleasant.

However, Cyril endured it and did not show the pain on his face.

He directly said the four words "unreasonable" and turned the magician of flowers into a stone statue. It was really because of the magician's own fault.

It doesn't matter whether you want to stay, pester, or say anything -- but why!

Someone who had already shown his face under the eyes of the [ex] boyfriend actually talked to him in the same coquettish tone that he used to pretend to be a beautiful girl idol to chat with him on the Internet!

Which pot does not open which pot.

Cyril was suddenly forced to think of the past events that he was trying to forget, and those past events especially poked the sore spot in his heart—the poke was so painful that the face of the blond-haired young man turned pale at first, and then flushed with anger.

Merlin: "...Ah? Ah???"

"Wait, this is a misunderstanding! Cyril! Cyril—"

Cyril did not rush away with Sakura in his arms, and let Merlin, who was used to making big troubles, chase after him miserably.

Because, at this moment, the two of them, who had completely ignored other people and affairs, finally provoked the owner of this mansion.

Matou Zouken was very angry.

Matou Zouken was extremely angry.

He has lived for hundreds of years, he has seen people come to his door for provocation, he has seen people who risk their lives to death... But he has never seen one, who broke into the magician's camp openly and caused extremely abominable ghosts, and dared to stand at the door even more brazenly Don't leave, I'm focused on quarreling internally!

Realizing that his hard work was ruined and Matou Sakura was taken away, the furious Matou Zouyan chased after him at the first moment, wanting to snatch Sakura back and capture the two daring intruders to feed the insects.

However, he did chase the two (who didn't want to run away at all).

But the follow-up development did not meet his cruel vision at all.

——Those two bastards who were arguing in other people's houses as if no one was there, while arguing, they shot mercilessly at the same time, and smashed the good Matou's house.

Ok……

If Jiantong Zouyan hadn't been buried in the ground by the broken wooden beam Wanzai so quickly, perhaps, after a short period of observation, he could still find that the two of them were not actually arguing.

No one quarrels so reservedly, and uses words so politely.

The other person went too far, apart from apologizing and explaining, he was completely focused on coaxing people - this is obviously a couple having a fight, okay!

Merlin should be thankful that His Excellency the Duke is really too gentle.

Even if he was really angry, Cyril didn't really do anything to him, he retreated and vented all his anger on people who were tens of thousands of times worse than magicians.

The enchantment that was still barely supported before was shattered in an instant, and the huge Matou family was completely dismantled by him in a few strokes.

Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't be able to be dismantled so quickly, which is really a bonus of anger.

"Boom—boom!"

After demolishing the house, Cyril was in a calm mood.

He really stopped talking to the magician, and took Sakura back to the temporary rented house.

Merlin was left far away, but unexpectedly he didn't follow up. He didn't know what he was doing, and Cyril didn't want to worry about it.

……

When the movement by the door appeared, Matou Kariya immediately jumped up from the bed.

Although he had been lying down before, his nerves were tense, and he didn't fall asleep for half a second, just waiting for Cyril to come back.

For the unidentified blond young man, the man who had escaped from despair inexplicably wanted to trust, but was also worried that another innocent person would be involved because of this incident.

Therefore, the uneasiness in Matou Kariya's heart did not completely dissipate until the moment when Cyril really came back with the girl in his arms.

It was replaced by a sense of unreality as if in a dream, and then, it turned into a complex mood of sadness and joy.

"Sakura-"

In a moment of excitement, Kariya Matou fell down, but soon got back up again, stumbling forward, trying to hug the obsessive girl he wanted to save tightly.

However, very suddenly, Cyril took a step back: "Please wait, Mr. Kariya Matou."

"...What's wrong?" Matou Kariya's expression showed that he was quite at a loss.

Cyril also thought of it temporarily, and he was also very at a loss: "Well, how should I put it, it is..."

Finally, he gritted his teeth: "When I found this child, she didn't have any clothes on. Mine—— used his clothes to cover her up, but now that I think about it, I can't always be wrapped like this."

Matou Kariya: "..."

"...Yes, yes, there are no clothes that girls can wear, and I have to change them for her..."

"It's all my fault! I forgot such an important thing."

Cyril was annoyed.

Leaving aside the armored knight in the corner, he and Mr. Kariya Matou looked at each other, both finding this situation very tricky.

Even though Sakura is still a child, but... well, not so good...

Mr. Kariya Matou burst into tears with joy, and at the same time he had to worry about it with Cyril.

After a while, Cyril made a decision: "Please wait a little longer, I will go out and find a woman, please help her."

Matou Kariya responded subconsciously: "Okay, we are the ones who trouble you——uh, that, Mr. Cyril, do you still have any female friends you know here?"

He thought Cyril was a foreigner who appeared out of nowhere.

"Well... I just discovered that my old friend has also come to this city."

Cyril said as usual, but in fact, he was in a trance that was extremely imperceptible.

He didn't expect that besides that man, he could...meet an "old friend" here.

That old man was actually his sister in the previous life.

In the short life of Cyril Cornwall, he met the sister officially only twice in total.

However, neither then nor now.

The invisible bond formed by blood can connect them across space.