I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Fortunately, Cyril quickly recovered from the shock of Artoria's sister Jiayi, and accepted the fact that Miss Ruler, who had just arrived, just looked like her sister.

"I'm really sorry... because you are really similar, and there are already four sisters Artoria who are exactly the same. For a moment, I thought..."

——Sister Artoria seems to be able to add value infinitely.

Cyril felt extremely guilty for having such an impolite and disrespectful idea for his sister.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, but is it really that similar?"

Ms. Joan of Arc, the current mediator with the rank of Ruler, is of course not angry, but just a little curious... Ahem, it's nothing.

"It's all because I appeared too suddenly, don't blame yourself, master."

"No, no, it's because I was surprised, it's too offensive..."

"No, it's me..."

"No no no..."

Two people who are very polite and feel that it is their own fault got together and accidentally fell into such a stalemate. If the responsibility is taken away like this again, I am afraid that the fight will not be able to stop for another day. down.

Snapped!

In the end, it was Miss Jeanne who felt that this could not go on, so she clapped her hands suddenly, making a very crisp sound.

"Let's get back to business, master."

The blond saint smiled and said gently and calmly.

Her holiness and beauty gave Cyril a deeper understanding of the "Ruler" class, and also felt inexplicably that he should have seen her somewhere, or not long ago.

"Master, you don't seem to be directly involved in this Holy Grail War, but you should know something about its situation?"

Miss Joan went straight to the point: "It's a pity, but this Holy Grail War has joined the cavaliers who shouldn't be summoned here. It's already in chaos, and it's doomed to be fruitless."

"It means that no one can get the Holy Grail?"

There is no need to ask why there is confusion.Cyril also knew a little bit, and immediately thought of the most important question, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

Miss Joan saw his slightly changed expression.

She didn't know it yet, so she thought the young man was regretting that he couldn't get the Holy Grail and couldn't use the Holy Grail to fulfill his wish.

"Actually, the Holy Grail here..."

Miss Joan was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether to tell the truth.

After all, for those who desperately want to obtain the Holy Grail, that fact is tantamount to disillusioning them, which is really cruel.It was also because she was selected as the arbiter that she saw the original "future" picture through a momentary revelation.

However, looking into the pure eyes of the blond-haired young man, Miss Joan still said it, but she omitted it a little: "The Holy Grail here has been polluted, even if the final winner is chosen, the Holy Grail cannot be used to fulfill one's wish, only— —caused a catastrophe and set the city in flames."

"So, master, you don't have to regret..."

"No, the Holy Grail cannot help people realize their wishes, and it will only cause counterproductive effects. I have known this before."

"what?"

Mademoiselle Joan was shocked.

"Someone told me in advance, but..." Cyril stopped talking halfway through.

He shook his head, took the time to get up from the bed, and didn't have time to tidy up his messy clothes and hair. While putting on the coat he took off a few hours ago, he said to Miss Joan: "I understand what you mean. Now , is to prevent the Holy Grail War from continuing, right?"

Miss Joan of Arc (slightly startled): "Well, well, that's right."

Cyril put on his coat and walked straight to the door with big and hurried steps: "Okay, without further ado, let's hurry up and let's go."

Miss Joan: "!"

The background introduction only lasted for a few minutes, and the master's ability to accept is stronger than she imagined, and her mobility is not weak at all.

However, it's a good thing.After only being stunned for a moment, the saint, who had spoken less than ten words to the temporary master, hurriedly followed and went with Cyril to prevent the continuation of the Holy Grail War.

In other words, that is—to stop the earth-shattering scuffle that is still going on in Fuyuki City until now.

Also, it was Saber, Lancer, Rider, Assassin, plus a Berserker who joined the group halfway, and the five riders surrounded and beat a Caster who was not actually a heroic spirit.

Archer was the only one who didn't participate, because His Excellency the King of Heroes was watching a play not far away, and almost burst out laughing.

The strange dream that Cyril had had turned out to be a reality.

Your Excellency the Magician was beaten to the brink of misery. In the end, he couldn’t do it anymore. He was able to sneak a little bit of concentration and go to his dear Cyril for help—without thinking about it. After his “dear” came, my sister Will the anger of the adults add to the fire and make it even hotter?

therefore.

When Cyril and Miss Joan arrived, it happened to be a critical moment when a certain sinful magician was being chased and had nowhere to escape.

On the left, on the right, and on the right are the murderous Artoria, and below him there is a useless Sir Lancelot who abandons light to darkness (in the words of a magician), and Merlin is left to escape straight ahead.

However, right in front of him was undoubtedly within the range of the holy gun's light cannon, so it was unavoidable.

However, it can be considered that Merlin is lucky, and he has a tacit understanding with "dear".

Cyril happened to appear there, right in front of him, and the handsome face of the blond-haired young man with only a calm expression came into his eyes, as if it had a dazzling light.

There is no need for Merlin to find a way to escape with difficulty.

"Cyrillic!"

Don't worry about the so-called image.

Merlin jumped in front of his lover, and threw himself into his arms... No, because of the height difference, he was the one who hugged Cyril.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm so miserable, but luckily you're here, woo woo woo."

The white hair is bleak and sluggish, and the flowers are no longer floating. It looks really wronged and distressing.

Cyrillic:"……"

"Your Excellency Merlin, you'd better not do this..."

"Woo! Cyril, you won't be so indifferent, my heart is about to break, woo woo woo."

"...don't whine."

The current appearance of Your Excellency the Magician is indeed miserable, and there is no possibility of pretending to be miserable.

Because of this, it was difficult for Cyril to say that he deliberately acted like a baby in the tone of Mei Li in front of him, and he was not as angry as before.

but.

"If you don't let go... well, don't you feel that the atmosphere is not right?"

Cyril can only remind so tactfully.

The voice fell.

His Excellency the Magician, who seemed to be glued to his body in fear, froze suddenly, and then, slowly, slowly, let go of his claws.

Merlin was sad, depressed, and wronged.

But it's useless to be wronged.

If he let go one second later, the three swords of sworn victory plus a holy spear would mercilessly hit the back of his head.

"Cyril? You're awake, why don't you sleep a little longer."

"Cunning Merlin, don't try to get Cyril's protection, just accept the punishment."

"Hey, the evil Mr. Merlin blocked a really cute figure, hurry up, there is only one last treasure, hurry up and get rid of Saber disguised as Caster!"

"Well, be careful not to accidentally hurt Cyril, and the rest remains the same."

Four similar voices sounded at the same time, expressing the same meaning: unwavering, clean up Merlin!

Under such circumstances, there was only one person who was a little calm because he didn't feel empathy, and after seeing the scene ahead, he made a conditioned and shocked voice: "A-again, the fifth king appeared! This is the fifth king! What a—difficult choice! Which king should I, Lancelot, atone for first?"

Cyril, who absolutely expected this to happen: "..."

Miss Joan who wanted to ask if King Arthur and I really look that much alike: "..."

No.

Miss Joan of Arc looked forward with great doubts, and fell silent again.

A row of four faces caught in front of her eyes, together with her with a sluggish face, compared them together, and she felt that they really looked alike!

There is no way, because the sisters are still obsessed with beating Lord Merlin, and Miss Joan fell into a shock as if she was split. , why are you... alright, sisters, let His Excellency Merlin go, he is already so pitiful."

Merlin immediately moved behind Cyril and nodded in agreement: That's right!I'm already miserable, terrible Arturia quickly remembered that I am your most respected teacher!

Christmas Alter: "Although I didn't hear my heart, my intuition tells me that Merlin must be making loud and meaningless sophistry,"

He drew his sword, "Sure enough, let's solve it neatly. Merlin can't be kept alive and kicking until this year's Christmas—"

Cyril: "Oh, black sister, enough is enough."

He talked good and bad, and finally persuaded the hard-to-handle sister (one of them) to let her put down the sword temporarily, and let the Lord Merlin who had been punished enough...

However, only one of them was solved, and there were still three Artoria sisters watching, their hands holding the sword/gun were about to move, and they almost slashed at the head of a certain magician—ah, so Merlin Your Excellency is there? How annoying.

It is a waste of time to persuade them one by one, and it is also uncertain whether the previous one will regret it immediately after the persuasion is over, Cyril has no choice.

Fortunately, at this time, Miss Joan sorted out her slightly complicated mood, and stood in front of Cyril with a gentle but resolute attitude, directly facing the Arturias who indirectly caused the complete collapse of this Holy Grail War. Inhale: "You guys—really, enough is enough!"

Arturias: "Huh? Are you?"

Mademoiselle Joan briefly introduced herself.

Arriving as a Ruler, she is equivalent to a neutral referee responsible for maintaining order and mediating conflicts that should not exist in the Holy Grail War.

Artoria (plural) who flooded into the Holy Grail War in an "illegitimate way" seriously broke the rules. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is like a powerful virus that breaks into the blood vessel and hits the heart. The original structure of the Holy Grail War The complete system was destroyed seven seven eight eight.

Before it was completely unable to function, the consciousness of the (poor) Holy Grail summoned Ruler with its last strength, and asked Ruler to prevent the virus from continuing to invade, in case the Artoria virus directly dismantled the Holy Grail in one go.

In the end, it's about cleaning up the mess.

"—To sum up, my main purpose is to prevent you from continuing to target... er, this special magician? In addition, although it is a pity, I can only tell you that this Holy Grail War can only go to That's all."

Heavyweight information was thrown out, but the responses of the "viruses" were mostly flat.

The goddess of the holy gun did not speak, and her expression was the calmest.

Christmas Alter is a Santa Claus who only wants to force a few bags of gifts for troublemakers, and has little interest in the Holy Grail.

The mysterious heroine X heard Miss Joan of Arc's words clearly—but somehow, Miss Joan of Arc found that the Assassin wearing a peaked cap was staring at her with piercing eyes, and was muttering something... Pretending to be Ruler's Saber also needs to be eradicated? !

In the end, the only person who showed a dazed look, as if he was unwilling, was Artoria Pendragon herself.

"That is to say, the steps of the competition can no longer continue, can no one get the Holy Grail..."

Because she met an unexpected person here, Artoria almost forgot how much she longed for the Holy Grail.

She is actually still alive.

Her life was stagnant at the last moment, and she made a contract with Alaya to respond to the call of the people of the world, and participated in the Holy Grail War as a servant, trying to get the Holy Grail, and use the power of the Holy Grail to save Britain.

If you fail once, try a second time.If you continue to fail the second time, you will not give up.

Still have to keep going.

With such a strong attachment, she suddenly heard that the Holy Grail War could not continue and she would not get the Holy Grail. Arturia's mood at the moment was mixed with unacceptable loss and unacceptable. One can imagine how complicated it is.

"Sister Artoria."

Just as the King of Knights, whose eyes couldn't help showing a trance, was stunned, Christmas Alter next to her suddenly touched her with an elbow, bringing her back to her senses.

It turned out that Cyril called her softly.

"Time flies so fast, it's already dawn."

"Ah... that's right, it's early morning so soon."

Counting down the night where many things happened, it finally passed.

The first ray of morning light dispelled the dark clouds, and took the lead in spilling golden flowers on the earth.Then climb up the uneven eaves, slowly waking up the city that has been sleeping for a night under the magic enchantment.

Even if Miss Joan of Arc didn't come to stop it, the first day of the Holy Grail War would come to an end when the sun rose.

However, it should be the second day when there is no further progress.

"Well, the timing is a bit off, but...is sister hungry?"

Cyril suddenly laughed and asked.

"Huh?!" x4

The word "hungry" seems to be an important switch to turn off the engine that burns fiercely in the middle of the night and turn on another machine that looks like a bottomless pit.

It doesn't matter what kind of response Arturia, who was still restless before, planned to respond to this sudden strange topic.

In short, the sound of stomach rumbling sounded first.

Artoria: "!!!"

No, no, no, it's not that her stomach growled in disappointment, but... the mysterious heroine X who suddenly clutched her stomach and curled up in pain!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo90.00% of my energy, if I don't replenish my calories—"

"Want a cookie?"

"think!!!"

"However, I remember that you ate a bag of biscuits by yourself not long ago, and eating too many biscuits is not easy to digest."

Cyril said, under the disappointed and eager eyes of the mysterious heroine, he gave another proposal with a smile: "It's just breakfast time, how about some other healthy breakfasts? Hot milk, vegetables and meat Paired with a well-balanced sandwich, plus a perfectly fried runny egg..."

Gollum!

Now, the mysterious heroine whose green eyes lit up under the brim of her hat was no longer alone, and the other Arturias couldn't resist the temptation of breakfast—even though they weren't very hungry.

"Are you going to do it, Cyril? How do I remember, you've only ever baked biscuits..."

"During this period when I can only rely on myself, I have strengthened and exercised my life skills. It is no problem to cook some simple meals."

Today's Cyril is no longer the sick and weak Duke who was restricted by his body and could not stand for a long time. Under the circumstances that he had to support himself, he has successfully tempered himself and can only cook simple meals. modesty.

"What do you want to eat?" He also offers a special service of ordering food.

"I—anything!"

The mysterious heroine X made a positive statement.

Christmas Alter: "Burger! Burger! Burger, of course!"

The goddess of the Holy Spear paused, met the gentle eyes of the blond young man, and said, "Sandwiches are fine, thank you."

Arturia hesitated: "I can do anything, I have no preference... But, Cyril."

After settling down from the initial huge anger, King Arthur regained his composure to re-examine his changed brother—the point is that Mr. Merlin, who is still hiding behind his brother and obviously has a ghost in his heart, is still quite upset.

"Really, is it okay?" she asked.

"It's okay." Cyril stared at her.

The bright sunlight seemed to fall from the sky, staying in his shining green eyes.The blond young man smiled, softening the scene he was in.

"It is true that things that are difficult to explain in a few words have happened, but they are all in the past."

Hearing these words, maybe Cyril himself was relieved, and Artoria was also a little relieved, but——

Merlin felt very uncomfortable.

Everything in the past is "in the past". Could it be that he is also included in this "past"?

Big crisis... This is definitely not possible!

Thinking of this, Merlin, who quietly lowered his sense of existence, felt uneasy, and immediately couldn't continue to pretend to be good.

When he was anxious and nervous, he ignored the external factors, raised his hand, and hugged Cyril.

His hands tightened, as if he wanted to embed the lover who had spoken the decisive words into his arms, and the forehead hair covered the magician's eyes, leaving only a deep shadow.

"……ah!"

Cyril was caught off guard and was frightened by this meaningful hug.

Merlin's hug just happened to reach his chest again.After being frightened, Cyril couldn't help being a little angry again.

Your Excellency Merlin always engages in such surprise attacks, and he doesn't care about the occasion - this is in front of his sisters and Miss Joan of Arc. He is really...

Outraged!

Cyril closed his eyes and turned his head aside: "It's unreasonable...Your Excellency Merlin, I really have nothing to say to you!"

Merlin (wounded): "Uh uh uh uh-"

It's too awful.

However, even without Cyril's words, Merlin would be sliced ​​into slices by the sharp knife-like gaze cast upon him again.

Arturia and the others glared at him in unison. I didn't expect that Teacher Merlin would dare to touch his younger brother while they were staring at him. He was so daring.

However, before the resurgent sisters caught the wicked Mr. Merlin and beat them up again, Cyril, who broke free from the magician's arms, stood a little far away and coughed lightly: "The task of buying breakfast ingredients is given to Merlin." Your Excellency, there are no eggs in the refrigerator of the rental house. Okay, please!"

"……what!"

Just because of this sentence, the magician, who had been extremely sluggish before, suddenly lifted his spirits.

He knew that Cyril would not be so heartless, and would defend him...

Cyril still turned his head and didn't look at him: "I don't know why you are so moved, but I can be sure that what you think is definitely not what I think. Please go buy it as quickly as possible!"

With the reason of buying ingredients, Merlin was able to get away, and quickly disappeared from the sight of Artoria.

Well, let's assume that Your Excellency Merlin went to buy ingredients honestly, and he will come back obediently in a short time.

After solving the matter here, Cyril ignored the subtle emotions in his heart, smiled again, and issued an invitation: "Then, everyone, come with me."

"it is good!"

This is the unanimous agreement.

The atmosphere that was so murderous and difficult to dispel before immediately became warm and happy. Let alone fighting, servants of all ranks gathered together, and there was no friction at all.

Miss Joan, who witnessed this transformation process with her own eyes, covered her mouth to hide her little surprise.

She thought that this farce would be difficult to end, and it might take a lot of effort, but she didn't expect...

Um, um, it is of course a good thing to be able to solve it so easily.

"Miss Joan of Arc, too, and—"

Cyril's eyes turned to the other side, and he saw the armored knight standing in the corner with a somewhat confused and apprehensive face. His eyes were light and did not ignore him, but his attitude was not enthusiastic: "Mr. Lancelot, Come with us, we can go back together."

The subtext is that it's okay to go back together, but I don't know if he has a share of breakfast.

But, even so, Lancelot was particularly shocked to receive this treatment. He didn't expect the Duke to treat him normally.

He probably hasn't realized that the Duke of Cornwall has a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, and he has never regarded hatred as deeply as others imagined.

After finishing speaking, Cyril ignored Lancelot.

"Breakfast, want a hamburger? Oh, I remembered, a hamburger is an unhealthy deep-fried fast food with meat sandwiched between slices of bread. You can't eat this in the morning, should it be a sandwich?"

"Hmph—forget it."

Ignoring the meaningful smiles of the "selves", Christmas Alter, who was uncompromising on the Hamburg issue, snorted:

"A sandwich is a sandwich."