I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Swish, swish, swish.

The carapaces of the bugs rub against each other, and the tentacles stick to the body surface, sliding slowly like a caress...

Originally, there was only a little noise, but because countless small voices overlapped without limit and echoed in the closed and completely dark space, it became a creepy sonata that can only be heard in hell.

Really.

How hopeless an innocent person trapped in this vast sea of ​​insects must be.

Cyril only fell into it for a short time, and he had a deep understanding of the despair that was too dark to see any light.

Because the light was dim, I could only see pitch blackness, and I couldn't see the disgusting worm bodies pressing tightly from all directions.This is a good thing, but on the other hand, vision is restricted, and other senses of touch suddenly become more acute.

He could feel extremely clearly that the worms were gnawing at his body, sucking the blood that flowed out from the broken skin, and wanting to tear him to the deepest part of his body from the breach.

Pain has extended to the whole body since the very beginning, but this is only the most superficial and common feeling.

Along with the sense of pain, the shadows of these worms can also erode the spirit, making it even more difficult for people who are already in pain to escape.

They would surround him with great evil thoughts, and remind him of the most hopeless and unbearable things he had ever experienced.

therefore.

"........."

Cyril thought of himself before he died.

Death, the cessation of breathing, the end of life—was this the moment he felt the most desperate?

Or maybe there was a very slight resemblance between the scene at that time and today.

The crying of his relatives rang in his ears, but he was getting farther and farther away from him, and he couldn't give even the slightest response.He was enveloped by the darkness that came bit by bit, and he choked his breath in the endless dead silence.

Just as isolated and helpless as now, the only thing he can do is to be forced to sink after a weak struggle.

"........."

Is that right?

Was this really his most desperate moment?

The young man covered by the cold and viscous evil thoughts like a giant mountain can't see the color of his blond hair at this moment, nor can he see whether there is any color flickering in his pupils.

but.

The worm was wriggling in the flesh, and the immobile hand trembled slightly at this moment.

"……wrong."

"At least that time, no, from that day to the end, I..."

——I have never felt hopeless!

He didn't say this sentence, but it was enough to disperse all the dark light, but at the same time, it burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​insects.Scattered beams of light leaked from the tiny gaps and projected onto the wall, like dots of light that suddenly gathered densely like a honeycomb.

Whoa! ! !

There was another creepy crashing sound, but compared to the previous one, there were countless creaking sounds in the sound waves this time, like some hard objects being crushed one after another under huge force, resounding through the ceiling and sending back and forth Amplified in the swing, the listener feels that the teeth are sour and unbearable.

Just now, the feeling of despair that Cyril got was actually not real.

The disgusting bugs flooding here are not real, but more like the embodiment of maliciousness. As long as you touch them, you will be attached with extremely realistic negative emotions.

Extremely negative emotions can make people's minds turbulent, and although the picture is not real, but the effect is extremely real-especially, this is an extremely terrifying picture-can wear down people's will and make fear multiply.

In this way, even if it is not reality, the illusion can also achieve the effect of driving ordinary people whose minds are not as firm as rocks.

Good thing...

A person who is submerged by the sea of ​​insects, even a thousand years ago, his will is far stronger and more tenacious than ordinary people.

No matter how real, no matter how desperate, emotions that don't belong to him can't erode him.

then.

——The lover's hair is messy, the broken clothes are all soaked, and the visible skin is covered with blood.He stepped on the worm corpse that had been broken into two layers, and stood up from the deep pit staggeringly.

This was the first scene Merlin saw when he arrived.

"..."

"Why are you here?"

Cyril spoke, listening in a flat tone, not surprised by the appearance of the magician, on the contrary, there was a little bit of resistance.

"... When I found out that something happened to you, I rushed over immediately. It took me a while outside before I came inside, so, I..."

Merlin's voice was bitter, and he swallowed the phrase "I'm late".

As far as the time of arrival was concerned, he was indeed late.

A magician is already the person who discovered it in time and reacted the fastest.It is because the "barrier" that traps Cyril in it is really difficult to deal with, even he can't help wasting a lot of time.

After being angry, Nightmare, who thought he had no human emotions, realized new emotions so quickly.

That is eagerness.

He had never been so anxious before, he was burning with anxiety, and once again regretted that he hadn't taken precautions and responded in the first place.

There is a problem with Matou Sakura, which was discovered by both he and Cyril when he carried her out of the basement of Matou's house.

However, the difference is that Cyril didn't think much about it.Your Excellency the Duke is pure in heart, and will not maliciously speculate on others under the premise that nothing has happened, let alone Matou Sakura is still a poor little girl.

Merlin saw more, but—his old problem was repeated.

Because the "thing" hidden in Matou Sakura's body is still in a closed state, unless it is greatly stimulated to wake it up, otherwise, there will be no possibility of suddenly waking up.

Merlin just glanced at it, thinking that it was only for a short while, that Cyril would not do anything drastic, and that thing would not wake up so easily.

As a result, it turns out that the magician who has been holding this thought that it doesn't matter is destined to suffer the horror and panic that he enjoys at this time.

Cyril's breath disappeared.

Merlin followed the traces and found an empty street. It was only then that he suddenly realized that it was a hidden danger that had been ignored before that broke out and involved his lover.

Knowing that even now, regrets are useless, but Merlin still couldn't let go of the anxiety in his heart, thinking over and over again, if something happened to Cyril when he arrived——

"No."

"I...don't dare to imagine that at all."

He made up his mind on the road, and from now on, he must stay by his lover's side every step of the way.He has, can't lose him again.

In short, even under such emotional turmoil, Merlin entered the inner world constructed by the Black Holy Grail with great anxiety, regardless of whether the manipulator of the world would find him.

The best assumption, of course, is that Cyril is fine.And once the situation tilts in a bad direction, there is no upper limit at all.

"Cyril! I'll—"

Save you!

Contrary to the imagination, Cyril, who seemed to be in good spirits, was still so indifferent to him: "What are you here for?"

Merlin: "..."

Heart... heartbroken!

The magician worked hard and tried his best to get here as quickly as possible. Instead of throwing tears into his arms, the lover despised him for appearing.

"Well, anyway, I'm sorry, I'm late. Cyril, you..."

The regret that his lover doesn't need to be saved by himself only occupies a very small proportion, and Merlin is more grateful that he finally doesn't have to pay for his indifference.

However, after he took a good look at Cyril's appearance at this time, he was shocked again.

The young man's indifferent and calm attitude made others ignore his obvious embarrassment to a certain extent.

When Merlin arrived in a hurry, Cyril was holding a small knife tightly in his hand, and with this short knife, he picked apart the bugs that were still lingering on him one by one, and threw them into the burnt-looking full of worms. In the corpse of the earthworm, he raised his foot again, and stepped on the sole of the shoe that still had the strength to crawl towards him.

His expression has never changed, flat, rational, and calm.

Whether he was swallowed by the sea of ​​insects, or harassed by the noise of despair and pain, or when he was finally able to escape, he always looked like this.

The worm was picked apart, its mouthparts were pulled out from the flesh, and rows of tiny blood columns were spurted out immediately.

Blood flowed all over both arms, which looked shocking.And Cyril's expression has always changed and remained the same, the tattered top is barely hanging on his shoulders, revealing the white skin between the chest and abdomen, and what can be seen at this time is also a dazzling red.

The lower body was still deeply trapped in the worm pile, and I don't know how many more horrible injuries there are.

"It's nothing, getting hurt here will not affect me in reality, as long as I go out."

He said to the magician with distressed eyes like this, and stopped talking about the appearance of the magician, and entered into a state of business in a very natural way: "At first, I thought this was an illusion, but later I found something wrong. Your Excellency Merlin , do you have any information that can clear my mind?"

"...The place we are in now is inside Matou Sakura's body. There is a polluted Holy Grail in her body, which is not the same as the Holy Grail that Artoria and the others want to compete for. What is going on, I will I want to talk about it later."

Merlin's expression was still shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see clearly for a while, but he could vaguely judge from his tone that he was definitely in a bad mood.

"You can let go of everything else first, don't worry. Now, I only care about you, Cyril."

"Didn't you say it? Your Excellency, I'm fine. The injury I received here won't affect me. Let me say it first..."

Cyril stepped on the insect corpse, and finally walked slowly step by step to the stone steps leading to the exit.

He had just stepped on the first floor, and his footsteps were a little unsteady, but on the surface it seemed that there was no serious problem.

Speaking so seriously, Cyril didn't expect that the magician would suddenly step in front of him in the next moment and hold his shoulder.

Those purple eyes also stared straight over, the light in the eyes seemed to have soft pity, but also a toughness that would make it difficult for the person being watched to avoid.

"You first tell me everything that happened to you, including the details."

"I……"

Cyril was slightly stunned, and subconsciously wanted to tactfully refuse.However, the magician's eyes really made him unable to avoid them.

Merlin said: "Please tell me. In my heart, your safety is the most important thing, otherwise, I won't rest assured."

The magician, who had always been unserious in the past, suddenly appeared so serious, and the contrast between the front and the back was too great.

After all, Merlin was really scared.

Because his thoughts were disturbed for a moment by the dignified purple eyes that were close at hand, Cyril was half a beat behind before speaking again: "I have already solved the problem, but if you must want to know... okay."

He roughly narrated his previous experience, and only said that it was Matou Sakura and not Matou Sakura who pulled him into this familiar basement, asking him to experience the despair she had endured for himself.

Therefore, he was buried by the engraver.But not long after he was buried, he broke free from the negative emotions, struggled to use magic, and burned a large number of engraved worms that were only the materialization of evil thoughts, thus successfully escaped.

It's very simple to say... In fact, Cyril himself thinks it is simple.

But all these, in the ears of the magician who was already in a complicated mood, were like steel needles, piercing his heart one by one.

and so.

Cyrillic:"……!"

Suddenly, Cyril was hugged tightly by the magician in front of him.

The magician's hands were wrapped around his back, and his whole body was in the man's arms. A faint scent of flowers came to the tip of his nose, which immediately replaced the burnt smell in the basement.

This is the smell that the flower magician carries.

In the past, as long as you got close to him, you could smell this extraordinarily refreshing and sweet scent. If you closed your eyes, you would feel like you were in the spring surrounded by hundreds of flowers.

Cyril will not feel strange.

But...but!

too close!

"you--"

It can be seen from the pronunciation of the words that blurted out that Cyril lost his composure for the first time.

He stayed in the warm embrace of the magician for a long time, and then he reacted violently as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"You—you, what are you doing!" Subconsciously turned his body, trying to break free, but the magician held his waist so tightly that he couldn't move for a while. .

The porcelain-like cheeks of the young man who was so calm and composed just now were stained with sudden redness, maybe because of anger or annoyance.

But in any case, he inserted his hands into the gap between the two chests as a barrier, and wanted to use some more force to push the white-haired magician away: "I... It's filthy, it even stained your clothes... Your Excellency Merlin, please let go!"

"Ah, I was so worried about you that I didn't pay attention at all." Merlin said, but he still didn't let go.

"..."

"Don't be angry, I know you care about your image, but in my heart... you are beautiful no matter what."

The words of love came suddenly, all thanks to the magician who spoke frankly, without being tired of crooked at all.

What makes Cyril feel embarrassed is not that he is covered in blood now, but that he has been submerged in the sea of ​​insects for a while, and then cleaned up the piles of insect corpses as high as a mountain. Inevitably, he was confused.

Not to mention the jacket that can hardly hang up and the trousers with no trouser legs, the key point is the blond hair that is as bright as the sun turning into substance, His Excellency the Duke.

The blond hair is not brilliant at all now, it has no luster, it is extremely dull, and it has been condensed into wet strands by mucus, and there seems to be viscous liquid persistently dripping down from the tip of the hair drop.

"fine."

Merlin knew that the Duke didn't show it on the surface, let alone say it, but in fact he was a person who cared a lot about his image.

It's not about making every detail of the whole body rigorous and exquisite, and not a single thread can be out of line.Among the great nobles in the past, such people accounted for the majority, but His Excellency the Duke was an exception. He was strict with himself and could not show his impolite side on the outside.

If the combed hair happened to be blown tousled by the wind when he came out to meet people-he would show a little sorry expression, and try to hold down the hair so that they would not make noise with the mischievous wind.

If the situation is more serious, you have to appear in the eyes of others in a disheveled state - no, while trying to maintain a smile, he will use this friendly smile to cover up the slight anxiety in his heart at any time.

It's too rude, too rude, how can you show your face in the eyes of the guests so casually, this state, even if it lasts for a second, it's a torment-okay, these are not what Cyril said, but Merlin through his expression I guessed it myself.

Once upon a time, he observed him for 20 years, and he knew the little habits that were equivalent to the children he watched growing up.Seeing it now, and because their relationship has advanced by leaps and bounds and sublimated to an extremely close level, Merlin feels that it is very cute to have such a small and caring Duke.

It's so cute, it makes him feel distressed by the hurt his lover has suffered, and he can't help... Well, he suddenly wants to see more of this helpless expression.

"Look, I'm all stained here too, will you dislike me? Haha, let's not dislike each other, just like this...just clean it up."

When Cyril fell silent because of his emotionless love words, Merlin finally let him go. However, they didn't separate them too far, just leaving a distance where they could easily meet their eyes.

In this way, you can see the gentle smile on the magician's face.

He stretched out his hand and brushed his finger over the face of the young man with an inexplicably restrained expression. The filth all over his body that would make most people discolored immediately disappeared completely, and what he touched under his finger became the original. So delicate and soft.

The Duke's blond hair also became brighter again, shining into the magician's slightly sunken eyes, making the smile on his lips deeper.And, I couldn't bear it anymore.

Merlin's right index finger caught a strand of hair hanging in front of the ear of his beloved.He rolled it up and pressed it between his fingers, and then let the extra soft hair slip out from between his fingers, and fell back to his ears lightly.

Cyrillic:"……"

Sure enough, he was still confused by this series of magical operations and didn't know what to say.

The horrible appearance just now, Cyril felt that he even disliked himself, but he really didn't expect that Your Excellency Merlin could rush over without squinting, and, still——

... No, he felt too strange, it was really hard to say.

After holding back for a long time, he found that Merlin still wanted to touch his hair. Cyril finally calmed down the indescribable emotions, and tried to calmly say: "Actually, as long as you give me a little time, I can reset it by myself." Take care...I'm sorry, but your clothes don't need to be dirty at all."

Merlin smiled, as if he didn't understand his euphemistic meaning: "It's okay, because it's you."

After saying this, he miraculously "converted" a thick robe—exactly the same as the one he had been wearing—and put it on Cyril.

At the same time, I don't know if it is Cyril's illusion.

The magician's eyes seemed to be wandering, and his voice was a little deeper than before: "Ahem, ahem, wear this for now, your clothes... are all torn."

Cyrillic:"……"

The fingertips holding the corner of the robe trembled, as if he had hesitated because of Merlin's words.

He still didn't want to accept the kindness of "Mr. Merlin".

It has nothing to do with whether there is any resentment towards Merlin.Cyril has always clearly defined the boundaries between himself and others. He subconsciously felt that the relationship between himself and the magician had become so complicated that he could hardly divide it clearly. In order to avoid reaching that point, he should reduce the relationship with the magician. contact with each other.

However, on the premise that there was a clear rejection before, the other party still persevered and stubbornly sent his kindness to him. He had never encountered a similar situation, so he felt a headache and didn't know how to deal with it.

...And, he was really disheveled, so he could only cover himself with the magician's robe.

Because of this, suddenly, there was a feeling of anxiety that he couldn't smooth things out from the bottom of his heart.

Although it was very weak, it was completely forced out by the persistent magician step by step, but under the influence, this trace of emotion was still revealed along with Cyril's words.

"...you are really unreasonable."

Merlin looked at his lover who was clutching his clothes and turned his head, the earlobes were piled up with fresh red, while saying familiar words, his expression was almost the same as before.

He didn't understand why Cyril said that, but obviously he couldn't ask directly at this time, so he said tolerantly: "I have done too many unreasonable things to make you sad, and I am also tortured, please give me some advice." , Where did I go wrong. It’s just—this matter has to be slow. Can you confirm again, does it hurt? Do you feel any discomfort? Did you feel weird when you were bitten before? place?"

"The wounds were healed by you, Merlin, and I am fine now."

——Death is also good.

He omitted the sentence.Cyril still couldn't say such emotional words.

Skipping the inexplicably stickier interaction than insect mucus, he once again entered the state of dealing with business, trying not to substitute personal feelings into it.

"Apart from the negative emotions that were forcibly added, I didn't notice anything else."

Under Merlin's strong request, Cyril had no choice but to continue to recall deeply, telling the little details that he felt a little strange: "Those engraved insects want to tear my skin, penetrate the flesh and blood, and drill into the inside of the body... …But, is it just my delusion that they seem to be targeting my belly specifically?"

Cyril was puzzled by this.

He said to the magician whose expression suddenly became weird: "Sakura wants me to experience all her experiences first-hand, that is, the process of her body being constantly torn and bitten by insects."

Chuang didn't tear open his ribs and drill into his chest, nor broke his head more brutally, why did he just want to drill into his stomach?

Merlin: "..."

"Well, let's talk about how you feel now." Cyril hesitated for a moment, for some reason, he felt a little dizzy, and...

For some reason, his vision faltered for a while, and when it was clear again, the landing point became the chest of the white-haired magician in front of him.

That was the position he had leaned on not so long ago.

When entering the interior of the Black Holy Grail, Merlin was still only wearing the close-fitting black jacket. Cyril had just suddenly entered his arms, and his face was pressed against his chest, which seemed to be no different from a human being.

The tight-fitting fabric outlines the muscles under the clothes, and even, with such a sudden approach, you can still feel a little bit of body temperature.

That bit of temperature... should have dissipated in the "past".

However, at this moment, it was as if the previously extinguished sparks smelled the fuel in the scorching air again, and suddenly rose vigorously.The flames that bloomed suddenly fell into the emptiness, and set off a prairie fire, burning to the depths of the soul with an unstoppable momentum!

"how do I……?"

Cyril's eyelids fell off, and his vision began to blur.

He couldn't stand still, shaking his head, trying to stay awake.But with such a movement, he almost fell into the pitch-black pile of insects behind him.

"Si...er..."

The voice that was in my ears also drifted away in a trance, but the arm that circled around him grabbed his waist in time, pulled him in front of him, and then hugged him tightly.

The moment the bodies touched, a higher temperature than before swept over, and it was out of control.

"Cyril... my lover... my dear, you are so innocent, Your Excellency the Duke. Your purity is beyond my imagination."

Cyril couldn't hear these whispers with different emotions. His vague consciousness was contradictory, and he wanted to stay away from the heat source, but a certain voice in his body was driving him forward again, lingering with this melting heat.

The reserve and pride in his bones weakened that inexplicable desire, so he could barely resist.

But the person who hugged him sighed softly in his ear, exhaling a few strands of hot air, which made the trembling body tremble again.

He couldn't stand upright anymore, and his waist also softened.

"Cartoon Kariya didn't make it clear to you. I thought you understood. In the end, I was wrong. The engraving worms can also be called □□. The worms drive them to transform talented female magicians. They It will take root in her womb, keep entering her body and violating her."

"You are a male, so you won't be treated like this. But, as you said, the Black Holy Grail pulled you in because you wanted you to bear what happened to her in the past."

"therefore……"

"It's okay." The indistinguishable voice said softly.

"I'll help you. Don't worry."