I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Maybe, probably, almost... Cyril understood why the Black Holy Grail asked him that question.

——What is your wish?

——Well, I want to meet my sisters.

Sister "men".

What he meant was that he wanted to meet sisters Artoria and Morgan, instead of doubling the number of sisters Artoria had seen, from one to three... ah.

Not annoying, but not annoying.

Apart from the shock in his heart, Cyril slowed down and was actually pleasantly surprised.

"Holy Grail War, it is possible to summon more than one heroic spirit with the same essence? No, it should not be possible, just because..."

He doesn't know much about the Holy Grail War, but he can guess intuitively that under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for "self" to fight against "self".

It should be a small trick done by the Black Holy Grail before it disappeared.

Thinking of the girl who gradually disappeared into a spot of light in the darkness, Cyril's heart, which had not been stable for a long time, ached again.

His thoughts deviated from the track involuntarily, he was in a daze in grief, and unexpectedly, he was lightly patted on the back of the head.

Cyrillic:"……!"

He returned to his senses, and looked at Santa Claus sitting beside him with amazed but joyful eyes.

"This—I'm sorry, I have to sort out my language. I'm really surprised, why, you, appear in front of me with such a novel posture?"

"Surprised, isn't it? Do you feel that the rigid Artoria has suddenly become elegant and beautiful? That's right, this is me, Arturia Xmas Alter who will only be active for a limited time."

The corners of the lips of the girl in the black dress that brought Cyril back to her senses are indeed elegant and beautiful, and it also adds a bit of festive atmosphere.

It's just that Cyril couldn't understand most of the explanations given by Santa Alter's sister who claimed to be limited to the festival.

What is Holiday Exclusive?Uh... what does Christmas have to do with my sister?

The explanation behind it is a little bit understandable.

Oh, it turned out that it was Altria Alter, who turned into blonde hair and golden eyes after being polluted by black mud. However, in order to save his cold image, Alter decided to turn into Santa Claus on Christmas Day to serve children. Send a gift that suits you... No, what kind of magical settings are these? !

Cyril: "Ah, what should I do, I can't understand at all, I still feel dizzy..."

He felt dizzy, and felt that he was going to be filled with an extremely large amount of setting information, but he hadn't reached the point where he really fainted.

However, Christmas Alter heard: "Are you dizzy? I really can't help you, so just lean on my lap and rest for a while."

The stunned expression remained on Cyril's face, and in the next second, he was slapped down by the extremely powerful Ms. Santa Alter, and his head rested on Santa's slender but extremely warm legs.

"........."

Cyril moved his fingers and tried to raise his head, but was pushed back by Christmas Alter in the first place.

no way.

It's too shameful for such a big person to sleep on my sister's lap.

The fair face of the fair-haired young man slowly turned red like this, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to speak, but felt that the opening would be interrupted.

"I do not need……"

"What? Still very dizzy? Close your eyes properly and sleep comfortably so you won't get dizzy. The sleigh with my Santa Alter in charge is absolutely safe, and there won't be any idle people waiting to disturb you."

——Sister...

Sure enough, it was interrupted.Cyril couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This black older sister wearing a Santa hat was indeed very different from the older sister Arturia he knew.

A normal sister Artoria would never say such direct words, nor would she make such simple and rude actions.

She is upright and noble, and takes all the heavy responsibilities on her own shoulders.She is extremely introverted, and is used to bearing alone, only very few people can occasionally hear a word from her suppressed heart.

In the past, Cyril, who kept in touch with the stressed king by letter, was always grateful for being able to peek into her inner world and help her share the pressure, but he felt sorry for his harsh second sister even more. Only then can we completely open our hearts and no longer be bound by the country and responsibilities.

Time goes back to the present.

Suddenly becoming such a blunt and ruthless older sister—what a novel experience.

It's just that Cyril didn't face the coldness of blackening Alter.The essence is that Arturia's heroic spirit has unconditional doting on her younger brother, and directly vented all the family affection and love that the normal Artoria was embarrassed to show.

Christmas Alter's knee pillow, of course, is a special treat that only her beloved brother can enjoy - didn't you see that Miss Alter, who is afraid of heights and frightened, is still lying on the back of the sleigh?

She wanted to let her younger brother, who said he was dizzy and in poor health, have a good rest, so although the sleigh was moving fast, it drove extremely smoothly without shaking at all.

only.

Cyril, who received such generous treatment, still felt uncomfortable.

Leaving aside the fact that he is a mature adult both physically and mentally, it's really not good to do so.Cyril has always been a pragmatic and serious character. Even if he was shocked by the reality of the three Arturia sisters appearing at the same time, he still vaguely felt that he had forgotten something important, and of course it was impossible to sleep with peace of mind.

"No, I'm really fine. Sister Arturia, another sister Artoria..."

He was talking, but he stopped by himself. It was a bit inappropriate to call him that, because it was impossible to tell which Artoria he was referring to.After thinking for a while, he spoke again: "Sister Artoria with the gun, is the same situation as yours?"

"I don't know exactly what happened to me, but I can probably guess a little bit." Christmas Alter frowned, "She gave up the holy sword and chose to pick up the holy gun to protect King Arthur of Britain. It seems that her will is different from ours who chose the holy sword, and she should be deified."

"Holy sword, holy spear, and... deification?"

Cyril couldn't help trembling in his heart.

Here it is again, another word that can only be guessed by its literal meaning.He deeply blames himself for knowing too little and being powerless about many things.

It just so happened that Christmas Alter said immediately: "Okay, don't think about it, go to sleep, there is still a long way to go to the destination, if you want me to sing a lullaby, it's not impossible."

"Destination... Sister, where are you going to take me?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Christmas Alter said: "Of course it is Santa Claus's house, the ice brick house in the Finnish snowfield!"

Cyrillic:"……"

Finland, Finland...

No, this is definitely not possible, how could it be possible to run so far.

Since he couldn't sleep at all, he got up quickly, so fast that Christmas Alter couldn't force him back into his lap for the third time.

"I don't think now is a good time to travel to Finland."

Cyril held Christmas Alter's hand holding the rein, and tried to convince his blackened sister with earnest and sincere eyes.

Christmas Alter saw his younger brother's expression clearly, but he remained unmoved on the bright side and remained firm: "I think it's a good time. Didn't you always want to see snow? Then why hesitate, I'll take you to see it." .”

"..."

Cyril was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts drifted back to the time long ago.

Cyril, Duke of Cornwall wrote nearly a hundred letters to King Arthur.

In one of the letters, he wrote a very inconspicuous sentence, to the effect that, if given the chance, he would like to go to a distant place to see the snow, and if possible, he would even more like to walk into the snow by himself and touch the snowflakes falling from the sky. Ying snowflakes.

His health is not good, and he can never go outside on a snowy day, let alone step into the heavy blood curtain.Therefore, this wish that suddenly came to mind on a whim was just mentioned casually, and he knew that there would be no day when it would really come true.

After writing a hundred letters, there is nothing special about this letter. If there is no reminder, Cyril himself may not be able to remember what is written in every sentence in the letter.

He would never have thought that those who read that letter thousands of years ago would still remember one of the little wishes after such a long time.

However, in fact.

——Artoria always remembered.

Not only did she remember, but she also transformed into an Alter Santa Claus who wanted to help children realize their wishes, and wanted to fulfill this wish that was destined to be impossible for her younger brother.

"...Sister." Cyril opened his mouth, speaking these fragmentary words with difficulty.

His heart was sour, and the feeling could no longer be summed up simply as "moved".

"That's all, how many years ago..."

"That's right, it took so long before a Santa Claus showed up to help you realize it. Don't miss this rare opportunity."

Christmas Alter smiled.

When she was not smiling, her expressionless face seemed to be covered with frost, and her golden pupils seemed to have no warmth at all.But she showed such a rare gentle expression that the ice and snow melted.

She also said: "I'm not as talkative as the Artoria you know, and it makes me even more annoyed to hold back what's in my heart, so all objections are dismissed—or do you not want to see Xue anymore?"

"Xue, I want to see it, and I hope to have your company. If it's just me."

Cyril couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes were soft.However, even if his voice is soft, it doesn't mean that his thoughts are not firm enough: "But sister, I still have important things to do. I can't just leave my customers behind just to see the snow."

"Also, we probably can't go very far."

"what!"

"Hey, Miss Artoria with the gun is catching up."

Christmas Alter's eyes became sharp.

That's right, she's not the only one who has the upper hand in the air, the Goddess of the Holy Spear who has a mount but is a Lancer can also gallop in the night sky.

The speed of the god horse was faster than the sleigh cart pulled by the reindeer. As soon as they talked, another Artoria caught up.

"What are you doing?" Christmas Alter has a lot of opinions about the destruction of the happy time alone with his younger brother, "Saber and Lancer must not blend together, and they cannot be in battle at the same time. This is the rule engraved in the spiritual foundation. We are not the same people .”

——But, you are obviously Rider?

Cyril hadn't blurted out these words yet, but he didn't expect that the master of Christmas Alter who had been lying on the back seat of the sleigh for a long time, young Weber, woke up at this moment.

He was in a trance, as if there were countless sisters of Santa Claus in his eyes, so he couldn't help moaning: "Ah... there are many Riders, big and small... Rider, you are really scary—"

"After taking off my Santa hat and stockings, I'm Saber! Stupid!"

Pfft!

The master boy who told the truth was suppressed, and he returned to the back seat again, slumped.

Cyril was shocked. Just as he wanted to care for this young man whose presence was so weak that he hadn't noticed it just now, he heard the blond woman following her say, her tone full of majesty: "I don't intend to symbolize with you. Corroded 'I'."

However, there is a twist.

"I'm going to take him."

The "he" here refers, of course, to the surprised Cyril on the sleigh.

Artoria, holding the Holy Lance, did not intend to fight Santa Alter.

The same blue eyes as the normal Artoria and even Cyril stared at him. From these eyes, Cyril could see the calmness as distant as the years, and the calmness and tolerance as vast as the sea and the sky.

"He is the one who calls me, and the warmth I feel comes from him."

"Yes, I already know your name and your existence. If that's the case, then follow your wishes and I will do my best to protect you."

"Huh? Sister, I don't seem to have called you before..."

"Oh, yes, call me 'sister', I understand. So, do you have such a relationship with another me? It's the same with me."

Before Cyril could think deeply about the attention-worthy details contained in these words, he was pulled by the goddess of the Holy Spear to his horse.

Christmas Alter: "..."

Cyrillic:"……"

Not good, this situation is not good.

His Excellency the Duke, who has never been in such a predicament, does not know that this is the Shura field called "Artoria [them]".

The word "men" is accentuated, also known as the super Shura field of sisters, don't think about it, the younger brother has no resistance, and it is impossible to intervene or resist.

However, Cyril, who still doesn't know the power of the Shura field, is still trying to struggle.

"Wait a minute, sisters, I really haven't figured out the situation yet, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk..."

Not finished yet.

"Sisters? No, Cyril, remove the redundant word that represents the plural. Didn't you hear that, in the world line of Lancer Artoria, who shouldn't exist, she doesn't have such a cute and obedient brother like you."

Christmas Alter stood up, she was petite like a girl with sharp eyes, and her Santa hat swayed in the cold wind, Huo Huo Shengwei: "Because I don't have a brother, I will snatch other people's brother. People who do such things, even if they are Arturia, I can't forgive you either!"

Cyril (stomach hurts inexplicably): "..."

Fortunately, Sister Arturia with the gun reacted flatly, she didn't seem to want to argue with the black Sister Arturia, as long as there was no quarrel and the relationship didn't get too bad, it's fine...

"Just like the Holy Grail, including people, the ownership of everything has rules and cannot be forced."

But at this time, the goddess of the Holy Lance spoke—she ignited Christmas Alter's heart of confrontation with one sentence: "I just logically sheltered the person who summoned me under the radiance of the Holy Lance, and I still have some doubts. I need him Answer. So, do you have any questions, polluted me?"

These words sound reasonable, but the bad thing is that the tone is too calm.

It's as if it is indeed telling a matter of course, and there is no room for outsiders to question it.Artoria, who is so calm and rational, is similar to a goddess, and Arturia, who no longer limits herself after being blackened, are two different kinds of indifference. The compatibility together does not seem to be good.

Christmas Alter was expressionless: "It seems that we are destined to not be able to go to Finland tonight. If this is the case, then use the most straightforward method to solve the problem."

"So, do you still want to stop me? That's right, this is the Holy Grail War, and it makes sense to fight your opponent. Then, I agree."

"Very well, let me use the holy sword you gave up to teach you a lesson, and let you know that other people's younger brothers cannot be abducted and not sold, let alone given as Christmas gifts. This is an eternal philosophy of life!"

Cyril's expression was already stiff.

He was still too young and not experienced enough, so he didn't know what to do when he encountered such a strange thing.

I just feel like I didn't say a few words at all... The two Artoria sisters disagreed, and they became like this!

When he finally came back to his senses, he found that there was no gap for him to stop.

The low-pressure gloomy cold air collides, bursting out fierce and fiery sparks.Both the sleigh cart and the war horse moved their positions to the empty roof of a tall building, and the two heroic spirits stood face to face, unexpectedly continuing the confrontation that happened not long ago on the Fuyuki Bridge here.

Lancer is still the same Lancer, but she lost her master and ran to the roof of the building where the venue seemed narrow.

Saber is still the same Saber... No, even though they look exactly the same and use swords, this one is actually Rider.

Christmas Alter finally took out her weapon: the sword of the sworn victory that blackened with her.

The holy sword was liberated, and the revealed sword body was no longer as clear as a star, but black and red intertwined, exuding a chaotic and terrifying atmosphere.

"……what."

"Is it really Rider and not Saber that I summoned? I'm so confused, no matter how you look at it, it's Saber, right?"

The thought-like soliloquy coming from the side came from Rider's master, the young Webber who was thrown from the sleigh by Christmas Alter.

Weber was completely desperate.

Just as he really didn't know what the Holy Grail War was about, he also couldn't figure out why his Rider used a sword, why the opposite Lancer rode a horse, why the two Heroic Spirits said they were one person... what the hell is going on!

"Hey, hey, are you the Master too?"

In desperation, Wei Bo, who was abandoned by his followers, suddenly discovered that there was another unlucky guy who was forced to stand aside like himself, and it was a young brother who seemed to be easy to talk to.

God!

With tears in his eyes, he went up to talk to his brother, trying to reach an agreement: "It's weird, isn't it, everything related to the Holy Grail War is weird, isn't it! I must not be the only one who thinks so, especially they— —Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible is my Rider like a Rider!"

The young brother was really easy to talk to, and he was not angry when a stranger jumped up and grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently.

He said: "Actually, I'm also thinking about this question. It's too fantastic. This Holy Grail War is like a dream. Only in a dream can such a dramatic plot appear."

"exactly!"

Weber nodded violently with tears in his eyes, thinking that he had finally found a comrade in arms who could understand his mood at the moment.

As a result, it was caught off guard.

The little brother sighed for a long time, raised his hand to cover his face, seemed to be very conflicted, but also seemed to be extremely happy: "Only in a dream, there will be a dream scene where so many sisters surround me... Ah, I'm really sorry , I unexpectedly feel a little bit happy."

Weber: "..."

fall!

What a mess!After working for a long time, he was the only normal person who was driven crazy by the weird incident that seriously deviated from the painting style.

Speaking of here.

The only normal person in the audience suddenly found out in horror that his magic power was drained at this moment, leaving him with a little bit.

Ahead, the light flickered suddenly.

I saw Santa Alter with a stern face. In front of everyone present, he raised his hand and took off his Santa hat, and threw the hat into the wind smartly.

Her blond hair, which was lighter than her own hair color, was originally fluttering slightly, but the next moment, it was blown up by the huge wind and waves.

Santa's attire disappeared, replaced by pitch-black armor.Christmas Alter——No, Arturia Alter's sword has not changed from the beginning to the end. At this time, her spirit foundation has been revised to the Saber class, which has a certain degree of restraint on Lancer.

"…………Oh my God!"

Weber's jaw hit the ground.

"What kind of change is this... can it still be like this?!"

Cyril was stunned again, and couldn't help but look at Lancer Arturia, thinking that the elder sister here could become a Rider or something by dragging the big red cloak.

so far so good!

Lancer is a serious Lancer, and will not do things like switching classes unexpectedly.

"I still don't think fighting is necessary."

The voice of the goddess of the holy gun remained unchanged, and Cyril also nodded: "Yes, let's find a place..."

Artoria Alter, who has returned to Saber's true colors, is even colder than when she was Santa Claus: "For my sister's affairs, my brother just needs to sit beside me obediently, eat cookies and applaud. Come on, cookies! Eat them all!"

Subconsciously catching the heavy bag thrown by sister Heihua, Cyril was speechless: "..."

He can't.

Back then, because Artoria didn't know about it, Morgan didn't have a good impression of "Arthur", so he didn't want to have direct contact with the annoying guy. Therefore, Cyril didn't directly participate in the sisters' Shura field.

By now, he was helpless.

Now that it can't be stopped, Artoria Alter, who forcibly broke the rules of the Holy Grail War and changed herself from Rider to Saber, is already brandishing the sword of sworn victory, and is fighting fiercely with Artoria Lancer, who raised the Holy Lance high. together.

I couldn't see their figures clearly, but I could only hear the deafening clanging and screaming. When I looked up, I could barely see the flashes of black and white light, as if the sky was about to be torn apart.

Although he no longer had to be kidnapped to Finland to see the snow, Cyril was still very impatient.

Weber, who was silently squatting in the corner, had numb eyes, and his heart was paralyzed by the successive occurrences of miraculous events.

He saw the young brother who was not squatting in the corner with him, and for some reason, he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to resolutely step into the battlefield to stop the two heroic spirits.

--Hello!This is asking for death, the war of women is really terrible!

Waver opened his mouth and tried to shout.

However, as soon as his voice started, it was interrupted by an external force and turned into a muffled muffled voice.

Who suddenly flashed behind Weber, covered his mouth, and moved swiftly, pulling back Cyril, who was sighing and going to mediate disputes (the success rate is not low)!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuou

"Um?!"

"—shh."

Without attracting anyone's attention, he restrained the mysterious figure lurking here and lowered his voice, signaling them to be quiet.

"Don't make a sound, accomplices of the evil Sabers, you are being held hostage by me now, you have no other choice but to be my cover obediently!"

Cyril: "This is... what a perfect holdover."

Although the two Arturias were obsessed with internal fighting and didn't notice the strangeness here, they would notice as long as the "hostage" who was held hostage made even the slightest sound.

In addition, on the rooftop where there are only railings around, hostages who are not very skinny are used as shelters.

The ruthless killer who came up with such an assassination plan is really amazing genius.

Killer of Mystery: "Oh! Thank you for the compliment, I think so too. Hehehe, although it's better to hide on the roof of the opposite building for long-distance observation, but it's better to get closer to find the opportunity—"

She actually took it seriously.

and.

The tip of the killer's nose moved, and he swallowed quietly: "With the help of a kind magician, I have been guided by hope...Damn it, where does the aroma of food come from?"

"..."

"Here are biscuits. Miss, would you like some?"

Cyril pointed to the bag of biscuits that Altria Alter threw to him on the ground, and without turning his head, he could tell that the eyes of the Mysterious Killer lit up.

"Ahem, cough, you actually want to bribe me with biscuits—"

Saying this, Miss Mystery Killer quickly let go of the two of them, thinking she was muttering to herself: "Who knows that there is no shop selling supper at night, and the extra master who is inexplicably does not provide accommodation and food, what are you talking about?" Makes me want to do something and drive me out... Whispering, ah! Biscuits!"

Cyril restrained Weber's urge to complain crazily in time, shook his head, and brought a bag full of biscuits.

It's that simple.

The mysterious killer who was still murderous a second ago was suddenly taken away by the biscuit, and he didn't hide his figure anymore, cheering and starting to fill his hungry stomach for a long time.

This "killer" is really easy to deal with, and the danger is completely eliminated.

However, Cyril did not feel relaxed at all.

He couldn't help frowning, staring at the hat that Miss Killer deliberately pressed to cover his face, and...

That one unscientifically perfectly penetrates the golden hair of the hat.

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

Cyril really wanted to lower his body and look at the face of the Mysterious Killer hidden under the brim of his hat.

But he just felt inexplicably that if he really looked at it, he would see the one that was so familiar——

He stopped watching it for now.

The mysterious killer who was familiar with the dull hair concentrated on eating the biscuits, and in front of Weber whose expression was indescribable, Cyril held his chin and tried to say softly: "Miss, you are also one of the servants of this Holy Grail War." ? Class, it seems to be..."

Waver, who can use the master's convenience to see through the opponent's Heroic Spirit class: "Assassin."

Cyril: "Oh, it turned out to be an assassin, no wonder—"

"Whoa, whoa! Assassin! Saba!" (Translation: Who says I'm Assassin, I'm Saber!)

"Uh, but, your spirit base is clearly..."

"Ummmmmmmm. I am Saber, that's right, in order to eradicate the Saber legion that has been increasing in value and causing social crisis, I, the strongest Saber, decided to step forward... Mmm, delicious."

What... what?

"Kaba Kaba Kaba Kaba... Alive, full of energy!"

The Mysterious Killer ate the whole bag of biscuits at a speed that was unmatched by ordinary people, and his whole body, including the dull hair, was completely renewed, shining golden.

She wiped her mouth, looked up at the Artoria duo who were fighting lively, rolled up her sleeves, and a lightsaber appeared in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, this figure of body shape flew into the sky like a rocket, leaving behind only a few words that still linger: "I'm full, I found that the two riding Sabers showed their flaws! The strongest Saber full of Saber power , the mysterious heroine X strikes, babbling—”

Cyrillic:"……"

Oh, yes, there is one more sentence.

Perhaps it was because Miss Mystery Killer, who discovered the flaw, was overly excited, and the last sentence she uttered was so loud that it resounded through the sky.

She said: "My kind brother, I would like to remind you that there seems to be mosquitoes on the roof, and they have bitten several red marks under your collar!"

"..."

"..."

Dead silence.

It was as if the air had frozen at this moment, a silence that was so suffocating that no one could breathe.

The Artorias, who were constantly fighting among themselves, stopped, and turned their heads in the same direction at the same time, their expressions went through a long process from bewildered to shocked to as if they understood something——

"Huh? There is such a strong wind on the roof, there are no mosquitoes, and I haven't been bitten."

This was a blank question from Wei Bo, who was completely out of shape.

There is another person who is not in the state, it is Miss Mystery Killer who has escaped from this amazing fact.

She didn't know what terrible words she had said, but she was surprised to find that the Altria duo she was trying to assassinate suddenly stopped their internal fighting without any flaws.

Shua la la——The Mysterious Killer braked suddenly.

Not fear, not timidity!

It was because the Saber sensor was activated, sending her the message that another Saber appeared.

is her!

Finally arrived, the real "Saber", King Arthur who neither blackened nor picked up strange things.

however……

The real Saber who came late came just in time, just in time to listen to the astonishing words that the Mystic Killer yelled out to Artoria Pendragon who was watching.

For a while, Artoria couldn't care about the people who looked exactly like her.

After a moment of astonishment, she suddenly became angry in disbelief:

"When... Merlin, it was definitely you! To Cyril——Merlin!!!"

At this time, looking at Weber's side, the place where Cyril had been standing not long ago was already empty.

Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, a magician who "just passed by" quietly pulled Cyril away.

Running away very fast, trying to get away.