I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"Oh, do you live here these days?"

"Yeah - you can have breakfast now! Leave Saber alone~"

"It's a little narrow, but if you get closer, you should barely be able to sit down."

"excuse me."

Crash, rattle—the door opened.

Matou Kariya in the room looked up, and found a group of people rushing in from the door.

The first person came in, a blond-haired, golden-eyed Santa girl who looked quite grim...Christmas? !

Immediately afterwards, the second person also came in, a lively girl with blond hair and green eyes, only the color of the eyes and pupils were different from the previous person... Saber? !

It was only when he saw the second person that Matou Kariya, who didn't know it, was stunned.

He didn't expect that there was a third mature woman with blond hair and green eyes, a fourth knight girl with blond hair and green eyes, and a fifth blond saint who looked very similar to them...

Matou Kariya (dumb): "I...didn't wake up?"

Matou Kariya really thought that he hadn't woken up.

Good things came together last night, he was so happy and excited that he couldn't sleep for a long time.

In addition, Berserker offended Mr. Cyril, and he didn't know where he was mentioned by Mr. Cyril.The two of them didn't come back all night. Although Matou Kariya thought nothing would happen to them, he was still a little worried.

Therefore, the result of not sleeping well at night is--two eyes are dim, will people see double images? !

Matou Kariya was dizzy, watching the "double shadows" pass by him one by one, and when he saw the sixth person, he was really blinded by the hallucination: "Ah, another blonde who looks exactly the same girl..."

The sixth person: "...Master, calm down."

Oh, this is the wrong one.

The sixth person who walked in was Berserker, a servant of Kariya Matou.

Lancelot understood the master's trance at this time very well, because when he faced so many kings at once, he also received a rather strong mental shock, and his reaction was even more violent than the master's.

"Sorry, Mr. Kariya Matou, I brought my sisters and Miss Joan back without saying hello to you first."

Cyril was the last to come in.

He closed the door casually, turned his head, and explained to the stunned Matou Kariya: "I originally wanted my sisters to go upstairs—well, Mei... I also rented the upstairs room. But, We thought it would be more lively when everyone gathered together, so we came here.”

"Mr. Matou Kariya hasn't eaten yet? Is Sakura up yet? No, don't worry, let her sleep for a while. I'll make breakfast when the materials come back."

Cyril arranged the steps clearly and described them clearly.

However, Matou Kariya worked hard to digest the information contained in this passage...

He still finds it incredible.

"This, this...Mr. Cyril, they—these ladies are all your sisters?"

Matou Kariya tilted his head dully, and saw that the "girls" who looked like wholesalers had intuitively sat around the dining table.

He was almost unable to open his eyes because of those eyes full of anticipation and longing.

"Ah, yes, except for Miss Joan of Arc." Cyril said, as if he didn't know how shocking his words had produced in the man's heart, "The situation is a bit complicated, but they are all my sister Artoria I’m right. Well, yes, it’s the same person.”

Matou Kariya: "...Oh, oh, the same person? I see, Heroic Spirit, it's amazing."

Well, that's all for the gossip.

Cyril has a deep understanding of how many people's expectations (for food) are placed on him, and using this as a motivation, he is determined to cheer up and make the most perfect breakfast.

His Excellency the Magician, who was rushed to buy ingredients, has not returned yet, but Cyril, racing against the clock, has already entered the kitchen, wearing an apron around his waist, and his sleeves rolled up above his elbows.

"..."

"Then what, I have no intention of stopping or protesting at all."

Finally, a voice quietly came from somewhere and said hesitantly: "But, Cyril, are you sure... you want to cook for Artoria who is multiplied by four?"

Cyril cracked the shell of the egg neatly, and cracked it lightly with both hands, and cracked the egg perfectly in the pan.

He didn't look sideways, but only focused on the movements of his hands: "Well, of course, is there a problem?"

"The problem... is really too big!" Although he came back, the magician, who did not show up due to pressure, lowered his voice and whispered in Cyril's ear: "She has such a terrifying appetite, are you really sure?! "

Cyril: "Is it scary...it doesn't matter."

The blond young man who had only sent a gift to his sister with the letter and never witnessed the deep stomach of the king thought about it, and he was serious: "My sister looks so thin, I always feel like she is malnourished, eating more is a good thing, I'm also worried that she's eating too little."

One of the main purposes of his trip was to feed his sister, who firmly believed that she was malnourished and therefore not tall.

Cyril had some doubts about Lord Merlin's advice.

However, it wasn't that he couldn't do it at all, he still dubiously increased the breakfast that he originally prepared for ten people to enough for 15 people.

Xiaoying is a child, and his appetite will not be very large. He has always eaten less, and two-thirds of the portion is enough.

Although he hoped that his sisters would eat more, the girls' appetites should not be too large, and Miss Joan of Arc didn't look like a person who could eat, and the main ones were the three remaining men.

Cyril did the calculations, and felt that whatever he ate should be enough. Moreover, he felt relieved when he heard that Heroic Spirits didn't actually need to eat...

——He was relieved...too early!

Breakfast for 15 people still takes a long time for one person to cook. Fortunately, he can do magic now.With the help of cheating magic, one person can cover several people, and it didn't take long for breakfast to be ready, which took less than an hour.

For an hour, Matou Kariya sat on pins and needles in front of the five dazzling faces, until this time he finally went into the kitchen to help serve dishes with a sigh of relief.

Except for those "ladies", for the time being, only Sakura, who just woke up with sleepy eyes, and Sir Lancelot, who was very awkward sitting or standing, were still in the dining room.

The overall atmosphere is not awkward, because the heroic spirits with the same face are still communicating with each other.

only……

This is the exchange:

"Lancer, you're taking up too much space."

Ms. Santa Alter has always had a problem with herself holding the holy gun, and here she dislikes "herself" for being too big, which makes the already narrow space even more crowded.

"I feel like I'm in the normal category for my size and build."

The goddess of the holy gun replied calmly, but she took an extra look at Christmas Alter and raised her eyebrows a little: "Are you feeling jealous because you are petite in all aspects? It's really meaningless emotions, not frankly. That's why I don't like Alter."

Christmas Alter (with a cross on his forehead): "Heh!"

Next door to the two of them, although no war broke out, the atmosphere was still very serious.

Artoria Ontology looked forward with a solemn expression.

In the place of her left hand, the mysterious heroine X holding a knife and fork is sitting here.

Although the eyes are also working hard to look straight ahead, it is very difficult, very difficult.

I can't help but glance to the left and right.

She endured the humiliation and sat here for the sake of the sandwich.But Saber, who had lifelong enemies on both sides, made Saber's killer's hand eager to move, and endured it very hard.

"Be patient, be patient, be patient... By the way, is the meal ready?"

The killer (thought he) was chanting in a low voice, but he didn't know that these demonic words kept getting into the ears of the people sitting beside her.

Arturia (closed eyes, pretending not to hear): "..."

Miss Joan (laughing awkwardly): "...haha."

Fortunately, there was delicious food to stabilize them, otherwise, as the brutally suppressed Merlin said, it would be a disaster to achieve plural Artoria——

"Breakfast is ready!"

"Oooo!"

"Cyril, you've worked hard! Well, it feels good to have a younger brother."

"Hmph, my younger brother who is still in his hometown can also cook."

Lancelot helped bring the plates to the table one by one, and at a certain moment before turning back to the kitchen, the smiles of the kings happened to be reflected in his dark eyes.

King Arthur's smile...

This is him, the first time I saw him.

A Qing who left lamentingly once said that the king doesn't understand people's hearts.

It's not just Sir Tristan who thinks so, it seems that from the day when the Ten Years' War went on to the sixth year, the idea of ​​"the king doesn't understand people's hearts" emerged in the hearts of all the knights and stayed there for a long time.

Because no one can see through the heart of this increasingly stern and noble king.

In the past, when the king was fighting on the front line, after extracting all the resources from the nearby villages to supply the army, the villagers who had nothing would be picked up by the Knights from the rear and brought back to the rear for resettlement.

During that period, people would not think that the king who did not hesitate to sacrifice a few people in exchange for more lives was ruthless, but would also praise the wisdom of the king and the duke, and appreciate their deep friendship.

But... in the fifth year of the war, at the end of the spring that was about to enter summer, the Duke of Cornwall died.

No one can guess what Wang felt when he heard the news. Perhaps only Gao Wenqing and others who also suffered the pain of bereavement can understand a thing or two.

the most important is.

After the Duke of Cornwall died, they could no longer see the Knights Legion who could rush to the front line in time to shelter the people.

Wang still insisted on the cruel strategy in the eyes of the knights.

Victory was indeed won, indeed--with minimal sacrifice, victory was won.

I don't know if it's Wang's nature like this, or if he was affected by some kind of painful blow.

In the following days, the distance between Wang and others seemed to be getting farther and farther, and even if they wanted to explore her thoughts, there was nowhere to go.

The king is perfect, so perfect that he has no flaws and no favors.

Yes, as king, "Arthur" is absolutely perfect.However, such a king who is not like a human being, a king who does not have heart-to-heart relations with even his closest subordinates and even the queen, makes the knights feel afraid.

Therefore, before ushering in the final rebellion, many people left the capital.

Even if it seems cheeky, Lancelot has to admit:

In the past, he also thought so.

Because he was dissatisfied with the indifferent king, he turned from sympathy for the queen to deep love, and then committed a heinous crime.

Once his thoughts were so firm that he couldn't even show a smile, but the king who guarded Britain like a god had no hearts.

but……

Lancelot, holding the persistent idea of ​​atonement for his troubles, saw Wang's gentle and happy smile at this moment.

He froze in place, with endless shock and regret bursting out of his eyes, unable to move for a long time.

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind:

He was wrong.

Not only him, but all the ministers who left the king and betrayed the king were all wrong.

It's not that the king has no heart, but——

……

"Hey, what's the big guy doing, don't get in the way."

This is the voice of the mysterious heroine X who finally couldn't help herself and jumped into the kitchen to serve the meal.

However, she still failed to bring back the evil knight who was caught in the vortex of thoughts, so she walked around and happily sat back with her meal.

"Sandwiches, still sandwiches, everyone's breakfast is a sandwich—ah, it's good that there is no discrimination. But why is there an extra serving?"

The extra breakfast is for Merlin.

Cyril forgot for a moment that Nightmare didn't need to eat, and the magician who was hiding in the kitchen was very reluctant to sit behind the same table with Artoria and the others.He had no choice but to ignore him for the time being.

"I don't know if it's enough, but there are still a few more, you can eat first. Mr. Kariya Matou, you and Sakura also come and sit down. By the way, if you feel that you are not full, you can..."

It seems that he hasn't finished talking yet.That is to say hello to Mr. Matou Kariya when he turned his head.

The plates in front of the Arturias became empty, as clean as if they had never been filled.

"cough."

Either he turned his head in embarrassment, or he didn't feel anything wrong at all, and he was still holding the tableware with his eyes shining...

In short, since I am really looking forward to the breakfast made by my brother, and I still need to maintain my image a little...

They are already eating very slowly.

Miss Joan who just took the sandwich in her hand and ate half of it was shocked: "Ah, do you need to eat it so fast? Could it be that this is a etiquette that I don't know?!"

Cyril: "No, Miss Joan! There is no such strange etiquette—"

Besides, Miss Joan, you are not slow to eat, either?

He was really shocked.

It turned out that His Excellency Merlin's reminder to him was not exaggerated at all. Is the appetite of the sisters really that big? !

No wonder, no wonder.Cyril was still wondering before, he just asked Lord Merlin to buy some ingredients, and Merlin almost moved the whole supermarket back.

Cyrillic:"……"

Kariya Matou, who was also frightened, said, "Ha, ha, you have a good appetite. Nishi, Mr. Cyril?"

Cyril: "It's okay, Mr. Matou Kariya, you sit down first. I'll come as soon as I go."

It sounds like an extremely ordinary sentence.

But—it's definitely not an illusion.

From behind this thin, frail, gentle and gentle young man with blond hair, there seems to be a glaring and dazzling flame rising up.

The fire... really lit up!

"I didn't expect that my sister was living such a miserable life..."

"No, it's just that the appetite is a little bigger than that of ordinary girls. It shouldn't be considered miserable, right?"

"It's so sad, and I blame myself for my carelessness. No, now, let me start making amends—"

——So what kind of miserable and sad plot did you imagine?

Matou Kariya is not a person who can complain, he can even be said to be bitter and bitter.

However, since the appearance of a young man named Cyril, he quickly broke away from the bitter and bitter team, and the plot became inexplicably joyful.

As for the "culprit", Cyril, who was in a sad state of mind, had already rolled up his sleeves again, and rushed back to the kitchen aggressively.

He's going to do his best to make sandwiches, and he won't stop until his sisters are full!

His determination was unshakable and unshakable.However, if you want to accomplish this feat, you may not be able to complete the preparations from now until noon, and the amount of work is extremely huge.

"Don't, don't, Cyril, servants really don't need to eat, don't be serious—"

Merlin finally couldn't stand it anymore. Cyril seemed to be in good spirits now, but only he knew the existence of the curse, and it would definitely not work to make his lover too tired.

"As a younger brother, how can I watch my sister starve!" Cyril insisted, causing Merlin a headache.

Seeing his stubborn lover trying to force himself again, the headache-ridden Merlin had no choice but to say: "I'll do it, I'll do it for you. Cough - as Artoria's teacher, I can't bear to look at my beloved disciple Hungry."

"..."

Cyril looked over, and looked at His Excellency Merlin who suddenly became active: "But, do you know how to cook?"

Merlin stared affectionately into the green eyes of the young man: "Haha, no way."

Cyrillic:"……"

How can I help if I can't cook.

He didn't intend to talk to him anymore and was about to come by himself.Suddenly, Merlin grabbed his right hand.

It's as if it just happened to be handy—well, the magician held it up very naturally, but his eyes were slightly shifted, limited to his expression, and he was a little, a little uncomfortable.

"It's up to you to do it. I probably understand the steps. It should be no problem... should it be?"

"Here, there is still a difference between looking at it and doing it yourself, and, you..."

It was hard for Cyril to imagine what it would be like for His Excellency the Magician, who rolled up his sleeves to cook.

After all, the flower magician with white hair and white robe has a mysterious and untouchable temperament.

Thinking about it this time, Cyril's deepest impression on him was actually seeing that figure standing in the sea of ​​flowers in the fairyland that was only destined to be there once, as if he was from another world.

The magician's long hair was blown by the breeze, flying with the scattered petals.

Sunlight was reflected in the purple eyes, which were as translucent as jewels.He stretched out his hand to himself among the flowers, and at the same time, he was still smiling...

If you are not careful, your thoughts will fly away.

Cyril still felt that His Excellency Merlin did not match the kitchen environment.However, before he raised any doubts, he heard Merlin say again, with an obvious smile in his voice: "Take a rest, if you are worried, just watch me from the side, and guide me by the way."

"With you here, and me too, I feel more at ease."

"……Your Mightiness."

Cyril opened his mouth slightly, but after only two words, he couldn't help but pause.

His eyes met the magician's quietly cast eyes for a moment, and then they staggered unnaturally.Then I felt that the skin of the wrist being held was faintly hot.

...really.

Cyril always thought that he was used to the sweet words that came out from time to time from His Excellency Merlin, so he could ignore them.

But, in fact, every time I hear it, I still feel a little...

"...!!!"

When Cyril was slightly stunned, he and Merlin separated.

The Goddess of the Holy Gun who seemed to be stuck in the kitchen picked him up (Cyril: "Hold, hugged?!"), and looked at the magician instead of him.

Merlin (cold sweat): "Uh ha ha ha, Arturia of Lancer, what's the matter? I didn't do anything bad."

With the goddess of the Holy Spear that the soles of the boots can look directly at him: "Humph."

She carried Cyril out with a dull face, and the only ones left were Merlin and Artoria Noumenon who also came into the kitchen.

"Teacher Merlin, I'm here to help." Artoria went to wash her hands by herself, and put on a serious posture of fighting hard with the teacher in the kitchen.

However, the more serious she was, the more obvious the twitching of the corners of her teacher's mouth was when she was forced to ruin a good thing again.

"Wait, wait, Artoria, don't come over—no, what I want to ask is, do you know how to cook?"

"will not."

"then you?!"

After washing her hands, Arturia turned around happily when she heard Teacher Merlin's question.

He said it was "Xin Ran", but the disciple's eyes still revealed a fierceness that was never soft, which made Merlin couldn't help but take a step back.

"It doesn't matter whether you can cook or not." Arturia was very confident, "The important thing is, I want to have a good talk with you—yes, it's about Cyril."

Merlin: "!"

No, he suddenly wanted to evacuate urgently.

But the door of the kitchen was closed heavily, not giving Nightmare a chance to escape.No one outside could know what Arturia and teacher Merlin said in the kitchen.

Cyril, who was carried out by the tall sister Artoria, wanted to go back to the kitchen, but - he couldn't get away.

Surrounded by all of them, he could only sit, his eyes wandering, his face flushed to the bottom of his neck.

Just like he praised his sisters for being cute before, when it was the turn of the Goddess of the Holy Spear, he only praised her horse—yes, he is not very good at dealing with mature women with slightly exposed breasts!

The meal that was destined to be uncookable was forcibly ignored like this.

Everyone outside the kitchen simply started chatting.

Cyril held Sakura in his arms, combed her hair carefully, and tied the familiar hairband.

Beside, the mysterious heroine, Ms. X, has just finished expressing her feelings. Her well-behaved and cute brother who stayed in her hometown is also called Cyril, but he looks different from the Cyril I met here.

"What a coincidence."

Cyril said with a smile, without telling her that he didn't look like this originally.

"You've been wandering, haven't you come home?"

"Yeah, I haven't been back for a long time. However, after meeting you, I suddenly want to go back and have a look... Well, after I leave here, I will go back!"

"Oh, that's great."

Miss Joan was also feeling emotional: "It's great to be able to solve the chaos in such a peaceful way. However, I still have some doubts, Saber, Lancer... and Archer, six of the seven classes have appeared, Why didn't I sense Caster's presence?"

This is her biggest doubt, which she feels has not been resolved.

Joan of Arc intervened in this Holy Grail War as a Ruler, and originally did not need a Master.However, when she came, she unexpectedly discovered that Cyril was a master, but he did not summon a heroic spirit, and the vacant position happened to be given to her.

"It shouldn't have happened, only when Caster didn't show up."

Just saying that, Miss Joan was surprised to find that Cyril's hand brushing the little girl's hair stopped abruptly.

"The Caster who came to this world before the Holy Grail War officially started has disappeared."

He whispered, but his tone seemed a little strange.

"After that, the new Caster appeared. Although it only appeared for a moment..."

"At that moment, I felt her presence."

"She... told me."

--Cyrillic.

--finally found you.