I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"Ah - sneeze!"

Under the night sky, a certain magician who was only wearing a black short-sleeved top sneezed suddenly.

Don't get me wrong.

A dreamlike creature like Nightmare is obviously immune to human diseases.

Even if he took off his thick robe and wandered around in the cold wind with his arms exposed, and didn't use magic to cover himself with another layer of cloth, the cold virus would not infect him——

"Ah!"

Actually sneezed again.

There was a big battle, and flowers all over the place were splashed.

The white-haired magician, who looked very pitiful in the cold wind, covered his face and let it go after a long while. The expression he showed was definitely not bright.

"This kind of ominous premonition that my hair is going to stand on end... Could it be the feeling that someone is speaking ill of me behind my back?!"

"Who is it, who is it? Well, it must be those two narrow-minded kings. They both have clairvoyance anyway, and they can be regarded as colleagues if they are barely able, so they can't help each other...Ah! Cough, cough, cough..."

This situation is really too sad.

His Excellency Merlin, who was abandoned by his boyfriend without hesitation (he just refused to admit that he had broken up with his ex), still did not change his moral character, but he refused to use his clairvoyant eyes to see who was speaking ill of him behind his back.

For thousands of years, there have been countless words of slander, curse and condemnation of the magician Merlin behind the scenes. The magician in the Tower of the End did not blink his eyes or even cough.

Only this time, for the first time ever, he had such a big reaction-this can explain the problem very well.That gentle lord probably won't say anything bad, but something terrible must have happened...

However, Merlin didn't want to face the rather bleak reality for him for so long.

He doesn't wander the streets all the time, and not long ago, he stopped to talk to a "colleague" for a while.

That colleague is a heroic spirit with a strong background, arrogant and arrogant, and doesn't take people seriously.He will come to Fuyuki City as a servant, needless to say, he must come here purely for fun when he is idle and bored.

In fact, Merlin had never met this arrogant king face to face.People who are not of the same era, how could it be possible to see it.

But King So-and-so probably discovered that his sudden presence had also come to Fuyuki, and felt quite novel, so he came out to take a look.

Just at this moment, the scene of the dispute between the magician and his (ex) boyfriend was watched by a certain king in the distance.

then.

The magician who was tragically abandoned had an unpleasant face-to-face with the king who came to laugh at him.

The king opened his mouth, and the first sentence was very blunt: "You are the Magician of Flowers? Pfft, hahahahahaha! This king is really dying of laughter!"

Merlin: "...King Gilgamesh, you are really rude to laugh like this in front of the parties watching the fun!"

The Flower Magician said that he was so angry.

But what can I do, I can only smile on my face.

Fortunately, after the ridicule was over, they got down to business, and after a brief talk, the King of Gold, who had come here on purpose, simply left.

The inexplicable grief (?) in Merlin's heart tended to subside a little, but he didn't expect that misfortunes never come singly.

After the breakup, the mobile phone that seemed to have been inactive for hundreds of years—yes, the mobile phone that was carried on the body for constant chatting with the online dating boyfriend—rang suddenly, indicating the arrival of new news.

Merlin thought that the one who sent him the message was the (ex) boyfriend who left in a huff.Dear Duke is really not that cruel, it's not easy to talk about it in person, so I used my mobile phone——

[Oh...Magic Meili, tell me, if a netizen who fights with you every day, rain or shine, disappears suddenly, doesn't get through the phone and doesn't leave any news... This means admitting defeat Or does it mean he doesn't want to talk to me anymore? ? ! 】

Merlin: "..."

The angry and bloody magician has not had time to express his opinion on this. After 800 years, he finally remembered the colleague No. [-] who used the outdated Internet idol as a trash can for his mind when his online dating partner had no time to talk to him. Meili left a second message on her homepage, which has been idle for a long time:

[Forget it, it's useless to ask you, you can't have a similar experience at all, and you can't understand my current mood.Oh, I'm so troubled...]

——Oh, I'm so troubled...

—Oh, I really...

--Ugh……

Merlin: "..."

Merlin: "What kind of heartless colleagues are these??!"

A man watching him laughed at him, extremely heartless.A man who is blessed and does not know how to be blessed gives him a critical blow when he just lost in an argument with his (ex) boyfriend.

Caster, who has the crown qualification and clairvoyance, is indeed the most hateful.

Oh, those two guys, the former is now an Archer, and the latter is not even a heroic spirit anymore.

"..."

"Thinking about it this way, it's even more hateful!"

It's... amazing.

Merlin had never been so angry in the past 1000 years.

Before meeting the little Duke of Cornwall, he was in the human world, but he always seemed to be inseparable from human beings.

A beautiful face is what humans will like, as will a gentle attitude and a pleasant voice.This is like a simulated body just to please human beings. The nightmare's heart will not be opened, and naturally it will not produce truly intense emotions.

Being extremely popular with insignificant people was something that would never have happened in the past, but now, it really happened to Merlin.

The faint moonlight fell on the magician's black hair, as if it blended into one color.He looked up and saw the crescent moon which was mostly covered by the roof of the tall building, and he sighed leisurely.

"Cyrillic……"

He still wanted to find him.

He really wanted to go, but when he got halfway, Merlin abruptly turned in one direction——Artoria, ah, his dear disciple, was also summoned to this battlefield as a heroic spirit.

Most importantly, Cyril went to find her.

Merlin felt that the situation was not good.

There are too many "acquaintances" gathered in this land, and the original future seen by clairvoyance is now muddy.

However, since Cyril came to this parallel world, the future that could have been called a tragedy is destined to change, just like the final ending of the previous different world.The only difference lies in how big the change will be after adding various uncertain factors.

In Fuyuki City today, there is Cyril and him who should not have appeared, there is also Gilgamesh, Artoria, and Lance who is in trouble...

Merlin (suddenly had an idea): "!"

With a sudden inspiration, Merlin thought of a feasible way to break the current stagnant situation.

Although this method is somewhat unfriendly to a specific person, but...

He's in such a miserable state, I can't care too much about it!

Without further ado, Merlin didn't have to wander aimlessly outside.He shifted his target and came to the door of one of the most inconspicuous rental houses in the city.

……

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Although he didn't wait for long, Matou Kariya, whose mood was already in a trance and mixed with anxiety, jumped up from the bed again and hurried over to open the door.

He thought that Cyril, who went out with Sakura in his arms to find someone to help change his clothes, would come back so soon—of course, it was only 10 minutes!

It was really too urgent, Matou Kariya ignored the time issue, and the important issue that if Cyril came back, he would not stop outside and knock on the door, but come in directly.

"I'll open the door for you—"

The man rushed to the door and opened it as fast as he could.A thank you came from behind the door in time, however, this voice, and the appearance of this person who appeared in Matou Kariya's vision...

Not Cyril!

Matou Kariya was stunned, then squeezed the doorknob tightly, his nerves tensed involuntarily: "Who are you?"

"Haha, Mr. Matou, don't be nervous, I'm the owner of the potion shop who is helping you, Cyril's - friend."

"Huh? A friend of Mr. Cyril's?"

Hearing these words, mainly because of hearing the name of the key person, Matou Kariya immediately eased his vigilance towards this suspicious person with white hair and bad clothes.

A man who is kind in nature is still too simple.He didn't notice at all that this suspicious person made a rather suspicious pause before the word "friend".

This person was actually oppressed by a sense of crisis, and at a critical moment, he took the prefix "male" dangerously.

If he told Matou Kariya that he was Cyril's boyfriend, Cyril would definitely be angry again when he came back—the flower magician's intuition was no worse than his disciple's.

"Since it's Mr. Cyril's friend, it's not surprising... Ah, sorry, why am I still blocking the door. Please come in!"

Here, the uninformed man easily believed the magician's words, because Merlin's appearance was really deceptive in the eyes of those who met him for the first time.

Merlin entered the door with a smile.

The purpose of his coming here is of course not to chat with Kariya Matou as Cyril's friend.After just saying a few words, Merlin looked at the thin man who seemed a little cramped when facing him, and spoke directly, pointing to the point:

"About the Heroic Spirit you summoned, right now... huh? Why is it squatting in the corner? Hiss, it's so miserable. Well, Mr. Matou understands that Berserker in the corner?"

"Berserker...Your Excellency, are you referring to his real name and identity? I know that he is an important figure in the famous British legend, and his name is—"

"Lancelot. That's right, that's him, the 'Knight on the Lake' who was deeply involved in tragedies himself and also caused the tragedies of others."

Mei Lin picked up the voice, and there was a slight change in his expression, but it was not noticed by Kariya Matou.

He continued to say to the confused man: "I see the current situation of Mr. Matou. It is impossible for your own magic power to support the consumption of maintaining the existence of the heroic spirit, let alone let him participate in the battle as a servant. And the trace in your body The dark power comes from the curse that is about to dissipate, and it won't last long, so what is Mr. Matou going to do with the heroic spirit you have summoned?"

"..."

Jiantong Yanye was silent for a moment, and from the look on his face, he couldn't see much psychological struggle.Obviously, his thoughts are very firm and he will not be greedy for anything: "I was originally an ordinary person without the qualifications of a magician. I forcibly participated in the Holy Grail War for Sakura...Mr. Cyril helped me save Sakura, my greatest wish It’s been done and there are no regrets.”

"But—ah, wait, Berserker is also here for the Holy Grail. I don't care. If he still wants to insist, if I terminate the contract directly, isn't it too..."

Sure enough, following Mei Lin's cryptic guidance, Matou Kariya, who is kind in nature, thought of a serious question.

His wish here has been fulfilled, and he has no regrets. Naturally, he doesn't have to fight for the Holy Grail. Now that the Holy Grail War hasn't started yet, it's too late for him to withdraw.

However, once he retreats, what will the servants do without the Master?

If the other party is here for the Holy Grail, it is equivalent to signing a contract with the partner to reach an agreement. After a while, the partner will withdraw on its own, directly pitting him.

Jiantong Kariya couldn't help thinking about it in another place, and when he thought about it, he felt that it was not right.

He still thought about this matter with the thinking of an ordinary person, and he naturally felt that it seemed unkind for him to do so, and he felt a little sorry for it.

As for "normal" magicians, they basically regard heroic spirits as familiars they summon, and they don't care about the thoughts and feelings of familiars.This is the biggest difference between an ordinary person and a magician whose values ​​have already been extremely indifferent.

Well, of course.

This is also an important reason why Merlin deliberately talked so much with Matou Kariya.

"If I abandon Berserker because I suddenly don't want to participate, then I really feel sorry for him. Without him, I might not be able to make it to Mr. Cyril that day... What should I do? OK?"

"Hey! Mr. Matou is willing to think about his servants. He is really a rare and gentle Master."

Merlin seemed to see the entanglement in the man's heart. While expressing emotion, he kindly proposed a feasible solution for him: "In that case, before rescinding the contract, let's ask Berserker himself for his opinion. See if he Are you obsessed with the Holy Grail, or come for other purposes."

Matou Kariya didn't know why: "But, Berserker has gone berserk and lost his mind. I can't communicate with him other than using command spells to force orders, and he can't understand what we say."

"No, although it's not obvious, he still has a sliver of consciousness. If it weren't for this, Mr. Matou might have died long ago due to the exhaustion of magic power."

"what……"

"It doesn't matter, as long as he retains a little sanity, I can make him more sober."

Merlin finally got up, left the small sofa for receiving guests, and walked slowly to the secluded corner where he couldn't help clicking his tongue when he glanced casually not long ago.

The armored knight, who was bound into a ball by cloth strips obtained from nowhere, leaned against the corner tightly, silently as if blending into the darkness.

However, when Merlin approached, his drooping head suddenly lifted up, and a red light appeared in his lifeless eyes——

"Snapped!"

Merlin didn't squat down either, but just tapped the armored knight on the forehead with his staff.

The armored knight's head jerked violently, froze for a moment, then raised again, with an extremely ferocious expression at this time.

His blood-red eyes looked straight at the white-haired magician in front of him, and he didn't know whether he recognized this person, or simply regarded the magician as an enemy, and started to break free.

"Boom!"

Then, he was hit by the magician's staff again, and his forehead was already red.

"Are you sober, Sir Lancelot?"

Merlin, who was merciless, said, turning his staff upside down, as if he was pondering whether to give it to Sir Lancelot again.

Armored Knight: "..."

Finally, before Merlin unceremoniously knocked down the third blow.

"I... um..."

The whole body was wrapped in pitch-black armor, only the head was exposed, the knight closed his eyes, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he muttered something indiscriminately.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again.

At this moment, the ferocity and distortion that had appeared earlier had faded from the knight's face, and the red light in his eyes had disappeared.

After settling down and waking up, his eyes showed confusion, his long fluffy and messy hair drooped around his face, and his forehead was flushed.If you don't look at Cai Cai's performance, this is a blue-haired handsome man with a melancholy temperament.

"I'm not... Berserker... how..."

The blue-haired handsome man was halfway through talking to himself, and finally there was a divine light in his eyes.And before he finished talking to himself, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw the face of the magician who was waiting extremely bored.

"..."

"Merlin?!"

"You need to be so surprised when you see me." Merlin shook his head, "Forget it, it's a destiny to meet a member of the Knights of the Round Table here—don't show a look like you've seen a ghost, although I I would love to say that, but today is an exception."

"It seems that you are indeed sober. Then, let's not talk too much, let's go straight to the point, Lancelot."

Merlin said: "The magician who signed the contract with you wants to withdraw from the Holy Grail War, but he also cares about you. He knows what purpose you are responding to his call. To pursue the omnipotent wish-granting machine? Or, do you want something else? ?”

"..."

Armored knight——no, the knight Lancelot moved his eyes slightly after his consciousness became clear, and saw the white-haired man standing aside who was staring at the two of them blankly, and recognized that this was his Master.

He only had an extremely thin impression of what happened before.However, Lancelot roughly understood what the magician who suddenly appeared in front of him conveyed.

"Court magician, Merlin, although I really want to question you, why did you leave alone when the king needed it most... But now I don't have the right to question anyone."

Lancelot spoke slowly, his voice was low, and his tone revealed endless depression.

He answered the question that the magician claimed to speak on behalf of the master: "The memory of responding to the summon is also a little unclear, but I can be sure that it is not the Holy Grail."

"My Lancelot, my only long-cherished wish is to be forgiven by the king! Even if this wish seems really shameless, or even delusional, I will..."

The solemnity at the beginning was soon infected by the ups and downs in my heart, and became deep and full of sorrow.

Just a few short sentences, even if you don't know his experience, you can feel the heaviness contained in it.

And for those in the know, it is naturally a deeper feeling.

"Berserker, the king you mentioned is not the one in the legend..."

Matou Kariya obviously thought of it.

Before summoning this heroic spirit, he didn't know much about foreign legends, but the king Lancelot said was so famous that even he knew it.

"—King Arthur."

Merlin calmly said: "Should I say that it was as expected? That incident has made you unable to let go of it for the rest of your life. Perhaps it is because of this strong attachment and guilt, Lancelot, that you will come to the place where you can reunite with the person you are guilty of. where we met."

Lancelot was slightly startled: "Merlin, you mean...the king is here too?!"

For a moment, upon hearing the news that this was definitely a good thing, the knight who was forever burdened with guilt and remorse was filled with joy and sorrow. Of course, the joy outweighed the sorrow.

After calming down a bit, Lancelot looked at Merlin again, with waves in his eyes, and gratitude from the bottom of his heart: "Please forgive me, Lord Merlin, I had doubts about you at first, but I didn't expect you to be willing to A reminder to those like me who have committed despicable things."

In Sir Lancelot's mind, the image of His Excellency the Court Magician, whom he had little contact with and didn't like very much during his lifetime, suddenly became glorious and noble.In his opinion, the magician who came here to wake up his unconscious man was simply selfless!

"Hahaha, Sir Lancelot is too polite."

The "selfless" magician smiled purely, kindly and harmlessly, with a sincere expression.

He personally untied the cloth strips that had been tied up on the knight for an unknown amount of time, and then pulled Sir Lancelot up from the ground in a very friendly manner.

Wait for Lancelot to stand still.

His Excellency the Magician, who was still holding the knight's hand, suddenly became sincere and said to him very seriously: "I think, for you, Sir Lancelot, this Holy Grail War is to face grievances and resolve grievances. This is the best chance for you. You don't know yet, besides Arthur, there is another one that you probably have to face..."

Lancelot: "What, and what?"

The knight tried very hard to remember what grievances he still had—oh, yes, I remembered.

"Could it be that I—" Lancelot's expression was stunned at first, and then it became complicated: "On the way to escape, the colleagues of the Knights of the Round Table who I killed also came here?"

Before the magician could speak, the complex knight had no intention of escaping from the mistake he had made.

When he was mad, he only remembered the biggest obsession "Arthur", but now he is sober, and he can't treat other sins as never happened.If his former colleagues wanted to seek revenge on him, he——would never back down.

However, Merlin's subtle expression at this time puzzled Lancelot.

Negative, emotional... pity? ? ?

The flash was so fast that Lancelot couldn't tell what Merlin meant, so he heard the magician speak with regret in his voice: "It's not the Knights of the Round Table, but that Your Excellency, and some of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur, both are fairly close."

Lancelot (continuing to guess hard): "Could it be——"

Merlin: "That's right, it's—"

"Mother of the rebellious knight Mordred who betrayed the king and destroyed Britain, that witch hidden behind the scenes, Morgan?"

"The favorite relatives of the four who were killed by you, Gareth, Gachris and Gawain, and the uncle who loved them the most, the Lord Cyril, the Duke of Cornwall."

Unfortunately, the sentences with the same voice collided, but they were spoken by different people.

Even though the two are very related...

Lancelot: "..."

Merlin: "..."

"...How, how could it be that...His Excellency the Duke?!"

"...Mr. Lancelot, why did you think of Mo—— no, I was taken aback by you. Even if I knew it was a guess, the name alone is too scary. I can't pronounce it, in case that woman really appears What should I do?"

Both were frightened by the other's astonishing words, and it was impossible to say who was frightened more.

No one spoke for a while, and everyone was probably calm in silence.

As a result, Matou Kariya, who had been on the sidelines for so long, felt that he was about to be dazed by the complicated network of relationships after listening to it for a long time.Taking advantage of the silence, he tentatively asked: "Your Excellency the Magician, do you know each other? Oh, how does it sound, and Mr. Cyril, you all know each other?"

"Uh... this, indeed, we all know each other... Oh, Sir Lancelot, I should have just heard of the Duke's name—"

"...No." Lancelot interrupted, both his expression and tone were bitter: "Actually, I met His Excellency the Duke of Cornwall a long, long time ago."

"How long ago... I'm sorry, I can't remember. I just remember that the king sent me to leave the army temporarily to deliver the letter written by her to someone who stayed behind."

As time goes by, how many pictures left in the past have been diluted.

However, there are still some images that have broken through time and remain unchanged, still with colorful colors.

——Like the short blue hair of a knight galloping while grabbing the reins of a steed.

He was just in the prime of his life when he joined King Arthur, and there was no sign of melancholy or gloom on his young face.

The horse neighed, and he finally stopped in front of the castle gate that he could see from a distance, and was welcomed into it.

The owner of the castle, the slightly thin but handsome Duke accepted the letter and received him warmly.

The young knight delivered the letter only once, but because of this, he remembered the Lord who would never be forgotten by anyone who came to see him.

However, I will remember it so deeply, and there is also the little reason why the Duke gave him a bag of biscuits that exuded a sweet smell before leaving.

"You are the trusted companion of my nephews. I have seen your name in the family letter. On weekdays, thank you for taking care of them. I hope you will not dislike this thank you gift."

"Ahh, thank you so much, I feel very honored—in fact, I just joined and received more care. Haha, Lord Duke, in order to live up to your gift, I will try to take care of Gao Wenqing and the others in turn. "

At the time, Lancelot said so.

A knight's oath, even if it is just casually said, must be fulfilled.

But he...

Totally forgot.

Totally failed.

In front of the Duke, the four comrades-in-arms and companions who said they wanted to take care of——

They were all killed by him in the distant future.

"I have no face... Appearing in front of the Duke and meeting his gaze is even more unbearable than having me face the king. How can it be—"

"No, no, no, no, no, Mr. Lancelot, you must face it bravely!"

Lancelot: "...huh?"

what's the situation.

Why does he feel that the magician seems to be encouraging him, but in fact, what is so strange?