I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

When the magician approached sneakily, the others didn't notice when they were all focused in front of them.

However, Cyril found out.

He just hesitated for a moment, and then he was stunned by Miss Mysterious Killer's earth-shattering "You were bitten by a mosquito", and the thoughts that were still active in his mind were short-circuited for a moment.

Then, during this brief period of sluggishness, he was quietly pulled away by a magician who used illusion as a cover.

"..."

The cool wind no longer blew on their bodies, because in the gap of taking a step forward, they came from the open-air roof to the indoor that was sheltered from the wind and rain.

I don't know where Merlin found this house.

The scenery outside the window is actually very familiar, and you can determine the location just by looking at it. However, Cyril has no time and mood to pay attention to these for the time being.

He was silent.

Looking at the magician in silence seems to be quite complicated, he hesitates to speak.

Merlin was still holding Cyril's hand, and he hasn't let go until now.

However, he stopped, and when he turned his head to meet the complex eyes cast by the blond youth, he seemed to be reminded, and slowly and reluctantly let go of the young man's wrist.

The two didn't speak at first, just staring at each other silently.

Cyril didn't speak, perhaps because he was more eager to examine the magician's expression at this time.And Merlin, who made such small moves quietly, didn't open his mouth, more likely because he was seen as a little guilty.

"...Haha, I saw that you were surrounded by several Arturias who suddenly appeared, and seemed to be troubled, so... I came to help."

Merlin finally spoke, and there was some confusion in his words.

He blinked his eyes and stared at Cyril, the corners of his mouth were pursed nervously, and then hooked up, what he pulled out was a smile that tried to appear cute and harmless, but the effect was particularly stiff: "Actually, I know, Cyril, don't you I need my help, but you might be too embarrassed to refuse the Arturias... well, that's what it means, so I'm here to help you!"

In fact, it had not been a few hours since the last time they met.

His Excellency Merlin, who was ignored by Cyril, regained his energy at this time, and the flowers floated up again. Although his smile was a little stiff, his purple eyes were bright and beautiful.

"..."

As a result, Cyril still didn't speak.

He just looked at him, complicated eyes flickering.

Not wanting to continue talking, Cyril shook his head slightly, walked past the bewildered Merlin, went straight there, found the bathroom after a bit of groping, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

In the bathroom, there is obviously a mirror.

Not long after, Cyril opened the door and came out of the bathroom.

"……what?"

Merlin, who was left outside, immediately noticed that there was no obvious change in Cyril.He just buttoned up the top button of his jacket that he hadn't buttoned to the top before, calmly.

Why is this?

If Merlin really didn't know, maybe he would ask such a question in confusion.

However, the moment he discovered this change in detail, he couldn't help but tremble.After that, when he met the gloomy gaze of the blond young man, he became quite uncomfortable.

"Your Excellency Merlin."

"Uh-huh?"

"You seem very nervous."

"What, nervous—are you there? Even if I'm surrounded by those four Arturias, I won't be nervous, don't worry."

Is it.Well, let's just pretend it's true.

Cyril said no more.

After a brief moment of pondering, he opened his mouth again, deliberately skipping over what seemed to him a very sensitive topic, and said directly: "Let's not say anything else, I was brought here suddenly, in front of my sisters... , have you thought it through?"

Merlin (surprised): "What deliberation?"

Cyril frowned imperceptibly.

He didn't know if the magician really didn't think that much, or he was just pretending to be stupid in front of him at this moment.

According to His Excellency Merlin's past performance, the latter seems more likely.However, here, Cyril looked at the magician's blank face with a little anxiety, and somehow felt that it might be the former for the first time.

Your Excellency, Merlin, probably didn't consider the issue of promoting hatred and causing conflicts at all.This is simply a major mistake.

"...Did you hear the last sentence that Ms. Mysterious Killer said?"

"Ah? Who is the Mysterious Killer? Oh, I remembered, it's that——what did she say? I really didn't hear it."

Merlin was indeed puzzled, and at the same time, had an extremely ominous premonition.It seems that the sentence that I just missed will determine his life and death... Hey, no, it should be impossible to be so exaggerated!

And a little bit of luck.

However, as long as he can clearly see Cyril's expression at this time, this little luck in Merlin's heart can be declared dissipated.

"Didn't you hear, then you are really unfortunate." Cyril actually said that.

"There is one more thing I want to ask you. Since you haven't heard it, I won't ask. Your Excellency Merlin, you...you can do it yourself."

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

"Wait, what's going on with this sentence of death, what a proclamation I missed—ah, Cyril."

Just as he was puzzled, Merlin realized that Cyril seemed to be leaving him and ignoring him again.

The blond young man looked indifferent, and he didn't stay here for long, then walked towards the main entrance of this room, as if he was about to go out.Merlin hurriedly asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Of course I went back." Cyril didn't look back: "I'm sorry, no matter which one of my affairs is, I haven't been able to finish it. I don't have extra time to delay outside. You can do whatever you want."

As he said, his affairs, whether they are official or personal, or troublesome matters related to the completely messed up Holy Grail War, are all left unresolved, hanging there so worrisomely. .

Cyril doesn't like to procrastinate unfinished things, so even if he has to go back and face the trouble of headache, stomachache and heartache, he has to rush back again.

"--Cyrillic!"

As a result, before reaching the door, he was pulled back again by the magician.

At the moment when his footsteps were forced to stop, and his body was still pulled back by the force, Cyril's brows finally frowned, and a few lines of boredom appeared between his brows.

He was hugged by Merlin from behind.

The magician's arms came up from both sides, and when they hugged him tightly, Cyril's back just hit the magician's chest.When Merlin's hands tightened, it was an intimate gesture.

However, the atmosphere was a bit lacking.

"Your Excellency Merlin..."

Cyril raised a hand and grabbed the magician's arm in front of him, but he didn't squeeze his fingers tightly, and just slapped them on.

His voice should be heavier, but for some reason, it is so soft: "What do you mean by this. Please don't interfere, I can handle it myself."

"I am persuading you at the risk of killing my goodwill in your heart. At least this time, I hope you can listen to me."

Merlin said in a low voice: "There's really no need to be so anxious...I know, you're already very tired. So many things happened today, even I feel really tired to be busy all of a sudden, let alone you. "

The corners of Cyril's lips moved slightly, and he laughed a little: "So, you brought me here on purpose, but you just want...to let me rest?"

"Yes, too many things happened one after another without even a gap, you can't do it like this," Merlin said.

—But I don't feel tired.

Cyril should have retorted like this.

But.But.

His dark eyes had to flicker slightly.

The facts have all been told by the magician. If you want to refute, you will be lying.

Yes, there really was a lot going on—key and messy stuff.

What's more, they didn't have enough time, but they all crowded together and rushed over impatiently, like a flood that had piled up to a certain extent and finally poured out.

Regardless of the time in reality, for Cyril, since he came to this world with his luggage and found Matou Kariya, it seems that he hasn't had much rest.

After finding Matou Kariya, he placed the man in an extremely bad situation, and he began to brew the potion.

Well, finally when the man woke up, he skipped the explaining work that didn't take up much time, and went straight out to Matou's house to save Sakura, and bumped into Lord Meilin on the way.

After successfully rescuing the little girl, he was troubled by the matter of changing clothes, so he had to go out again and found Artoria's sister who happened to be in this world.

It was a hasty pace and never stopped.

Leaving from Artoria's sister, he was going back to the rented hut, but the Black Holy Grail woke up again and swallowed him in.

The time spent staying inside the Black Holy Grail corresponds to a few days in reality, but obviously, the days when the people in it fall far exceed these few days, or at least double it.

During this long period, Cyril suffered the heaviest fatigue.

Because almost all the energy was spent, dealing with the sea of ​​insects born of evil thoughts endlessly, the air inside the Black Holy Grail also contained the filth that could corrode the spiritual power, which was unavoidable.

It is not easy to try to keep his will from being eroded and shaken, and he still has to do his best to let the Black Holy Grail see his determination clearly.

Although in the end, he successfully persuaded the girl who couldn't turn back and escaped from the broken space...

Cyril was not satisfied with the result.

He was exhausted, but still felt that something was missing.However, no matter how you think about it, there is no room for reversal or change.

Because of this, the already heavy heart did not get much relief, but sank even more.

These emotions are mixed with exhaustion and a little bit of disappointment - logically speaking, Cyril has concealed it very well, so it shouldn't be noticed by others.

However, Merlin who was following him still found out.

Merlin stared at Cyril from a distance, but he didn't show up directly because Arturia was there.

One Artoria is already troublesome, let alone plural.

That's right, once the number exceeds one, Arturia will become a huge crisis.Regarding this point, Merlin still quite agrees with the point of view of Artoria from the Mysterious Universe.

He was watching helplessly from a distance. After Cyril finished cleaning up Mr. Lancelot who had just finished pulling the hatred, Artoria, who was dressed as Santa Claus, quickly snatched him away before he could take a rest... what ? !

——What are you doing, Arturia!Whether it's a hero saving the beauty or flying away, isn't it something that only real boyfriends can do!

The "real boyfriend" saw that scene, needless to say, his mood was too indescribable.

He couldn't sit idly by.

The heroine X, who is very obsessed with "Saber", made trouble in the past. It was one of the plans, and Merlin needed her to cover himself.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two Artorias were fighting among themselves, and the killer who suddenly appeared attracted all the attention—the plan went smoothly, Cyril was rescued successfully, it was perfect!

... It's not jealousy, nor envy, please be clear about this.

Merlin still felt distressed.

Aside from other things, Cyril has not closed his eyes for a long time, and the appearance of Artoria will only consume his already weak mental strength.

That's why Merlin acted resolutely. Even if he would be caught and beaten up by the terrifying disciples afterwards, he couldn't watch Cyril being overwhelmed by troubles that couldn't be solved for a while.

As for... why is he so sure that he will be beaten violently?

Merlin was silent about this.

He also cared a lot about Cyril's phrase "It's good to do it for yourself", and he always felt that something extremely terrible had happened.Moreover, the act of Cyril buttoning all the buttons on his jacket...

Merlin wanted to say that he hadn't done anything.

Indeed, he had told Cyril the whole truth before: because he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, and kissed him.

However, why did he kiss from the lips to the neck—let's not delve into this embarrassingly ambiguous question?Nightmare can also be shy.

Now that he thought about it all, Merlin still felt that his approach was correct, and that Cyril must take a good rest.

Although under the dim light at this time, the light blue color under the eyes of the blond young man, and his vaguely whiter lip color cannot be seen.

But Merlin could feel that the body he was hugging was too thin.This reminded him, he couldn't help but think of the old... the duke who was seriously ill.

At that time, the Duke's body seemed to be thin like this, no, it should be even thinner.

At that time, the magician who was sitting next to the Duke looked sideways, and saw that under the sun, the skin of the beautiful person was like transparent snow, as if it would be melted by the warm light in the next moment and disappear in the warm spring .

He did not want……

Merlin didn't want to see him melting in the sun again.

"That being said, I don't know what's wrong with the sisters, so don't hurry over there, I..."

After pondering, Cyril still persisted rather stubbornly.

However, the voice just fell.

He was—was picked up by Merlin!

Cyril: "Mei... Your Excellency Merlin?!"

The scene in front of him suddenly shook, and when it became clear, what he saw was a small strand of white hair hanging by the magician's ear, and a petal-shaped earring hidden under the hair.

The magician's smiling side face also fell into his emerald clear eyes.

Your Excellency Merlin said he was a magician, but he was completely different from Cyril, who was physically weak. His strength was surprisingly strong, and he could hold Cyril sideways at once, and he was still able to move freely.

"Oh, Cyril is really stubborn. Don't say anything, go to sleep now, I will be by your side, those things, we will talk about them when you wake up."

He carried him directly into the bedroom of this room and put him on the bed.

The room still didn't turn on the lights, it was dim and dark, and it had the atmosphere of sleeping peacefully at midnight, so that as soon as Cyril's head touched the pillow, he felt extremely tired and drowsy.

However, Cyril was really surprised, he didn't expect His Excellency Merlin to be so decisive.

"I—really can't rest!"

He was also stubborn, thinking how could he be able to sleep when he was thinking about the other side.

But Merlin acted really tough tonight, he sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, his body tilted down, and he almost fell directly on Cyril.

But the distance between them is not much different.

In the darkness, for a moment, Cyril thought that he was going to fall into the magician's soft and mysterious purple eyes that seemed to twinkle like stars.

Because they are so close, every breath is intertwined at the tip of their noses.

Just as his right hand was about to be raised, it was gently pressed down by another person's palm in the next second, and for some reason, it turned into a gesture of interlocking fingers.

"Don't worry so much, Arturia... people, nothing will happen to them there, at most, there will be arguing, beating, and making trouble."

"...You speak of them like children."

"After all, Artoria is my disciple, and there is indeed a difference in age... Hmm, um, it's better not to continue this dangerous topic."

Artoria is Cyril's older sister, and there is a huge age difference between Nightmare and others. With such a mention, Merlin suddenly realized that he was not as young as he thought—no, I really can't say too much.

He then said something else to divert Cyril's attention: "This is the upstairs of the house you rented, and you can see your customers on the next floor. It's very convenient, right? So, rest assured and sleep for a while, right away It's going to be daylight."

"..."

Day is coming, and night is coming to an end.

This night was really very long.

Perhaps convinced by Merlin's painstaking arrangement, Cyril lowered his eyes and had no intention of getting up again.

Merlin thoughtfully helped him take off his shoes, and then pulled the quilt over to cover him up. Suddenly, the atmosphere of peaceful sleep became stronger, and the air seemed to be filled with drowsiness factors.

"I'm still, quite worried."

Cyril's voice became softer, and it was obviously sleepy.

Merlin, who was still sitting here and didn't leave, just raised his body. Hearing the words, he lowered his head again, and what he saw was his lover's flat and soft face with his eyes closed.

"What are you worried about? It's okay, I'll just help you pay attention." Merlin said.

Cyril did not answer.

Merlin only thought that his worried temper could not be changed, and he was still worried about Artoria (plural) who were probably fighting together at this time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

However, when he paused, thinking about it in his heart, not wanting to let go of the young man's soft palm, Merlin heard the calm voice from the quiet room again.

"Your Excellency Merlin...you still don't know."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Cyril's voice became lighter and lighter, and it could be seen that as soon as he was so tired, he was overwhelmed by sleepiness as heavy as a mountain, and he would fall asleep in a short time.

At this time, it was the last pause before falling into a dream.

"I should have told you that now, I don't know what identity I should take to face you, so I just thought about not seeing you again..."

Merlin was stunned for a moment.

Yes, Cyril had told him so, and he didn't understand why, and he still hasn't been able to understand it.

After being patient and procrastinating for so long, until now, Cyril took this opportunity, which seemed like a dream but not a dream, to pour out his thoughts.

Perhaps, he himself was thinking during this protracted time, but he still couldn't sort out his thoughts in the end.

"You are the enemy who indirectly killed my parents, Sister Morgan said to me. I didn't like you, because what you did was for this country, and it couldn't offset the fact that you hurt innocent people .”

"I once thought about whether I should inherit the hatred as my sister wished... It is not necessary. I soon discovered that whether it is revenge or resentment, it is not as good as doing my best to do more Good thing to help others."

"You are my friend during my lifetime. Thanks to your company, I spent a rare and relaxing time. Listening to the stories you brought from afar, I seem to have gone to that distant place myself."

"I am grateful to you, Magician of Flowers, Your Excellency Merlin. But I actually don't like your indifference."

"I have a grudge against you. We are not in the same world and at the same height. We cannot communicate with each other and understand each other. I knew then."

--Cyrillic?

At this moment, Merlin was really in a daze, unable to speak a single word.

He couldn't even utter a complete call.

'how could be……'

Merlin thought distractedly.

'No, that's it?Cyril thinks so?Ah, ah, what have I done?I actually, completely...'

— didn’t notice.

He didn't know that there was always such a shadow in Cyril's heart.

He only remembers and sees the beautiful pictures floating on the surface.

On a sunny afternoon, the edge of the garden in full bloom.The swaying tree shadows, the swing swaying slightly with the wind, the Duke, who was so quiet at all times, was sitting in the recliner, as if he vaguely noticed someone approaching, he slowly opened his eyes and looked forward.

That direction is where Merlin appeared.

When walking towards the Duke in the shade, Merlin's heart should be filled with anticipation all the time.

He was looking forward to seeing the Duke's golden hair, and looking forward to seeing the blue waves swaying from those clear and soft eyes.He looked forward to seeing His Excellency the Duke showing a smile of joy or happiness.

however……

However, Merlin never imagined from the beginning to the end that his Excellency the Duke was doomed not to be happy.

Born in an unethical way, his identity has been questioned by outsiders for a long time.

From the moment he was born, he was lingering with illness. He couldn't go where he wanted to go, couldn't do what he wanted to do, had no friends, and his relatives left him. Until the end of his life, few people could accompany him.

The saddest thing is that besides his illness, what haunts him is also an irresolvable karma.

Knowing this moment, Merlin barely understood why the sonorous words he uttered hit his heart violently when he met for the last time in Avalon that day. .

--what can I do?I don't even have the right to hate, and I don't have the energy to hate or complain.So, I figured it out, I just want to use my little power to do as much as possible, even if it is about to go out...

original.

Do you mean this?

"Sorry……"

Merlin didn't understand love and hate from the very beginning.

Human emotions are too complex and troublesome.

Young men and women leaning on each other and blending their bodies, which is probably "love".

One person kills another person's relatives, and the survivors are desperate to find revenge on the murderer. This is probably "hate".

Then what?What do these represent?

Just like when he once persuaded Morgan to let go of his hatred and cooperate with Arthur, but was almost caught and strangled by the furious Morgan, the nightmare who ran away in embarrassment really didn't understand why Morgan was unwilling to give up his hatred, and he didn't realize what he did wrong.

In the same way, even Merlin, who already knew a little about "love", still failed to realize that Cyril's feelings for him were so complicated.

sorry.That's all he can say.

"You can hate me..."

"No." It was very similar to the conversation in the fairyland, Cyril still said: "I don't want to hate anyone."

"...I used to think that I had obtained happiness."

With his eyes closed, Cyril seemed to be talking to himself.Rather than wanting to confide these words to the magician, it is more like telling them to myself.

"I'm in love with a girl."

"Her personality can't be called gentle, but she is very cute. We can't see each other's true face, but we can see each other every day. In the evening, I will read to her the book I read today. Even if I am really tired, my whole body is violent. The ground hurts, but as soon as I hear her voice, I can't help but smile..."

"I made you laugh again, Your Excellency. I am actually such a weak person. When I was suffering so much and thought that I could never bear the past this time, the warmth I got from others made me barely cheer up. Persevere until we get through that extremely difficult time."

"..."

Unable to restrain himself, Merlin couldn't help squeezing the young man's hand.

The stinging pain that he had gradually become familiar with struck again. He fixedly looked at the peaceful and tranquil face in front of him. He really couldn't, and somehow didn't dare to think about it. The young man who has been hiding the pain deep in his heart, how could he bear it alone? How long, and what a painful torture.

I don't know if his heart is suffering half as much as Cyril's.

"I really thought about it. If I want to be with her, I am willing to tolerate everything about her. She makes me feel at ease..."

"...Cyril, I—"

"So, tell me, how can I tell the difference?"

As if he didn't hear Merlin's voice, Cyril opened his mouth and asked the question he had always wanted to ask:

"Are you the Lord Magician with whom I have a real friendship, Merlin? Or is it the girl I really liked, Mei Li?"

"I can't see Meili and you as the same person, so I don't know how to treat you..."

The voice behind finally faded away slowly, softer than the sound of breathing.

Cyril fell asleep.

Even though Merlin was deeply shocked by these seemingly plain words, he clasped Cyril's fingers and trembled several times, his expression was covered by the darkness in the room.

It seemed that there were countless words to say, and they piled up in his chest for a while, and he wanted to say them urgently... He still didn't wake him up.

So be it.

Merlin told himself that he had to think about it.

It's not just to find an explanation that can make Cyril change his mind—no, if he thinks this way, his instinct tells him that he will completely lose hope because of the unchanging thoughts.

He has to face up to his "mistakes".

……

……

"—Huh? Facing mistakes? Mr. Merlin in this world, can you explain clearly, what mistakes did you make?"

In contrast, the calmest and steady voice came from the Goddess of the Holy Spear, who broke through the window before people.

"Ahhh! It's him, the kind magician who just passed by and gave me directions--oh wow, it turns out that the real face under the cloak is really you, and you are the teacher of this virtue everywhere! The teacher of this world It's Saber, it's Saber who doesn't care who uses the sword! Don't care about other Sabers, you must be the first to clear it!"

Immediately afterwards, the most excited--because I found someone sleeping in the room, I tried my best to suppress it--the voice came from the Mysterious Killer who somehow got mixed up with the mortal enemy in his eyes.

"Tsk, why don't you talk nonsense with him, just kill him directly."

ah ah!What cruel words, there is no teacher-student friendship at all, and this is actually from the mouth of the magician's own disciple—just the Alter version—without any admixture.

If we say that before, Merlin was still immersed in unspeakable grief and self-blame, clutching his chest and wondering what he was thinking.

Now, he couldn't sink any further, and he was really shocked.

"Ahahahaha Artoria, what a coincidence, I didn't expect that we would meet so cordially——it's not cordial at all!"

Merlin forced a smile on his face, bathed in several stern gazes, cold sweat broke out on his back: "You... Cyril finally fell asleep, don't wake him up!"

"He won't wake up. After all, Mr. Merlin, you will definitely run away. If we go outside, we won't disturb him."

Merlin (cold sweat): "..."

"Long time no see, Teacher Merlin."

Appeared.

This is the most familiar voice.

But, why, his real dearest disciple, the tone is very wrong.

"If possible, I actually don't want to see you here. Well, teacher, do you have a lot of things to explain to me?"

"This one……"

"Forget it, you still don't need to explain. Alter makes sense, just do it first."

"Al, Artoria?!"

"Although this is my personal grievance, since you are all 'me' and have come here, it means that you have the same thoughts and the same anger as me. Then, we have reached a consensus."

"Ex—Calibur!!!!"

Merlin: "Hey!!! Hey, hey, hey!!! Wait, wait, I can solve it...don't be like this!!!"

(A swift escape, however, did not take long.)

"Altoria is indeed a disaster... Wow, this can find me?! Uh-what, who opened the treasure, can your master take care of it... My God, you still have your own Invincible Penetration? Cheating!!!!!!"