I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Although it was only for a moment, Cyril heard the voice of his sister that he most wanted to hear.

It seemed to come from an extremely distant place, the voice was distant and intermittent.

He should have been dreaming then.

Merlin left from his side. Although the sleeping person didn't wake up because of the heavy and heavy exhaustion, he seemed to be vaguely aware of it.

Sleep was restless.

The result of instability is that the consciousness fell into a dark dream in a daze.And in his dream, he was also confused, his sense of fatigue didn't decrease in the slightest, instead it was like chains binding his body, slowly dragging him into the abyss.

...It's so cold.

It seemed that he was still in a trance, making such a soft croon.

It is very similar to the feeling of "death". Cyril has personally experienced death and the suffering of the soul after death, so he knows.

At the end of the torment, the deepest feeling is not simple pain, but loneliness and cold.

He shouldn't have mentioned to anyone that he has always had a little fear of the silent and lightless night.

Well, just like he is actually cursed, if he doesn't tell it, others won't be able to see it at all.

Because he is always smiling, everything he does seems to be done with ease, making others can't help but smile too.

This... is also impossible.

However, that trace of fear would magnify when he was alone, causing the young man in the dream to frown and curl up uncontrollably, trembling slightly.

want to wake up.

I want more, to get a touch of warmth.

--so.

——At this time, "warmth" came to him from afar.

"West……"

"Cyrillic……"

who is calling him.

At first, Cyril thought it was a magician who had gone and returned.Because in recent days, only His Excellency Merlin would call him by his name so persistently.

But slowly, his consciousness became a little clearer, and he realized something was wrong at this moment.

Not Lord Merlin.

The warmth far surpasses ordinary warmth, the fetters of blood thicker than water, the deep, deep yearning, so deep that it will not be diluted by distance and time... just this, made him cry in the dark before he could hear it clearly .

"Got you……"

"Sorry...sorry...soon...will be..."

Still on and off.

However, this voice seems to be far away, and it seems to come to the side after going through untold hardships, full of sorrow.

——It's her... It's not wrong, I can't admit it.

Cyril recognized it.

It's my sister.

Of course, it's not that there is another sister Artoria, but another one that he has always wanted to see and misses silently...

"Morgan... sister!"

"Are you here? Where are you? I...I, really, miss you..."

Just for a moment, just for a moment.

Gaining the power from longing, Cyril's consciousness finally broke free from the chaos.

But when he opened his eyes - he found that he had left the darkness and sat in the lawn full of vitality at some point, and the familiar warmth had quietly left.

Naturally, there was a loss in my heart, which couldn't be eliminated even in the face of the refreshing spring scene.

but.

Sister Morgan had come to his side - this fact will not change.

So thinking about it this time, Cyril lowered his eyes slightly, and his expression seemed a little dark, but the corners of his mouth had a faint and gentle curvature.

I don't know why Sister Morgan didn't show up, but this contact, which seemed like a dream but not a dream, was enough for him.

Much better than searching aimlessly, he is now full of hope.

However, in front of so many people, Cyril did not say the name of Morgan.

Mainly because of sister Artoria.

He had neglected it before. If one wanted to talk about the old story between King Arthur and the witch Morgan thousands of years ago, it would be a complicated entanglement that was difficult to explain in a few words.

Even if you don't ask King Arthur if he hates Morgan, the perception is probably not good...

Cyril couldn't help but started to have a headache again. Before the two sisters met face to face, he felt that he was caught in the middle and was extremely struggling.

It is a problem that must be resolved sooner or later.

But, uh.

Now... let's not talk about it.

For the sake of (as much as possible) harmony in the family relationship, Cyril was worried before he was alive, but he didn't expect to have to continue to worry about it when he came back to life.

He concealed the fact that Caster seemed to be Morgan.

When the others heard this, they felt that the blond young man was in a better mood, and his smile was better than before, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

The main body of King Arthur was still in the kitchen behind closed doors, having a long talk with Mr. Merlin, so only Christmas Alter, who had the same memory and experience as her, kept his eyes on his younger brother's face for a long time, seemingly thoughtful.

Who can make Cyril smile shyly and nostalgicly when he thinks about it?

It's not the person who is here now, could it be that person is——

The evil one is Mr. Merlin who is at fault anyway!

……

Just kidding, although I really want to take the opportunity to knock Mr. Merlin again, but he is not a heroic spirit at all and cannot be summoned, Christmas Alter knows this very well.

"Hmph...is that her?"

Humming softly, I don't know if she guessed the real body of that "Caster".

All in all, Xmas Alter suddenly stretched out his hand, and pushed his younger brother, who was sitting upright, toward him—in the opposite direction.

Cyril: "Huh!"

His body suddenly tilted to the right, and his head hit the shoulder of the person sitting beside him.

The person on the right is the goddess of the holy spear who is sitting even more upright than him.

Lancer Artoria, who came from another world line, is not only strong, but also her height is just right for a cushion——Christmas Alter said so openly when he took over Sakura who was originally held by Cyril .

"Cushion? What the hell... Poof, what is this for?"

Cyril was in a daze, and he was very embarrassed to post it so unexpectedly.

Embarrassed, he was about to sit up straight again in a little panic, but the blond goddess who was drinking tea quietly put down the teacup, but pressed him back to her shoulder.

Cyril (blushing): "...Shocked!"

"Don't be shy." The female mythical voice of the Holy Lance is calm, and in this calm voice, there is actually an extremely reassuring comfort: "You are my younger brother in another world, and you are also calling me This person. Since I have responded to your voice, it is my responsibility to protect you."

"I, called you?" Cyril didn't have this impression at all, so he was extraordinarily at a loss: "No, you... Well, sisters, aren't they all called by their respective masters?"

Among Artoria (plural), only Arturia herself followed the normal process of the Holy Grail War, was summoned by a mage in this world, signed a contract with him, and came to this world earlier than him.

The other few will come here, it is a small movement before the Black Holy Grail disappears, which Cyril guessed.But what he didn't expect was that they came here, occupying three ranks, but they had little to do with their respective masters.

Lancer Artoria said that the person who called her was Cyril.

The shock that these words brought to Cyril has not subsided, and then Christmas Alter also spoke in a very firm tone: "What are you doing with such a surprised expression, don't tell me you don't know."

"Isn't it you, the naughty kid who writes letters to Santa Claus who is busy every day but doesn't write a word on his wish list?"

Cyril: "...Huh?"

Not finished yet.

That's right, the enigmatic heroine, Miss X, who rested on her chin, suddenly regained her spirits. She seemed to recall what happened not long ago, and said positively, "That's right! So, I also..."

"Well, um, at the beginning, I also got the induction in the dark, and there are more than one Saber in the distance that I need to clear. Give me this kind of strong induction voice, it can't be wrong, it is clearly your voice! Cyril younger brother!"

Cyril: "...Ah?!"

Wait, wait, what's going on, he really can't figure it out...

what.

After being shocked for a while, the astonishment on Cyril's face slowly faded, and turned into a slightly laughing but inexplicably heavy expression.

What's so strange, because his wish is to "meet my sisters", so "Sakura" is the voice that he utters the most longing for in his heart instead.

It's just... why does it feel like being teased by Xiaoxiaodi?

The laughter and the indelible heaviness come from this.

"So, the person calling you is probably really me."

He was relieved.

"But my wish doesn't need the Holy Grail, and I don't need the power of others. The moment I see you, it has already been realized."

"Then—that, does this have anything to do with me... I can only maintain this position and can't get up?"

The voice in the front was still normal, but when it came to the confusion in the back, Cyril didn't know why, his tone was a little weak, as if—— Guilty?

No, isn't it normal for this kind of emotion to appear with Your Excellency Merlin?

"Oh, nothing to do with it."

Christmas Alter directly denied it.

"However, it has something to do with you hiding something very important to us."

The goddess of the holy gun followed closely.

Cyril: "Hey, I didn't hide—"

While talking, the voice suddenly stopped.

He's pretty bad at lying, and rarely does.It seems that the only time to lie - and it can't be called a lie, is a lie with good intentions.

That is to say, those who hide their illness to death, are clearly terminally ill, and their time is running out, and they write letters claiming that everything is fine through a distance that cannot be easily crossed...that's all.

"..."

"do not have it?"

How...how sharp, as if the eyes can directly hit the soul!

He couldn't see Lancer Artoria's elder sister's eyes, but the eyes of Christmas Alter with bright eyes were almost unavoidable. The suspicious and serious gaze of the mysterious heroine X poking her head out from her side was in his eyes. It seems that it is also particularly annoying.

This feeling is really too bad.

Cyril once believed that this was the retribution he had concealed in order not to affect the emotions of his relatives, and let Arturia's sister know the truth after the fact.

He knew he was wrong.

He deeply reflected on himself.

however--

Cyril (stiff): "No, nothing..."

Obviously this time, he absolutely did not do anything similar to concealing his illness.

It's just a curse... a curse isn't life-threatening, so it doesn't count... can it?

The young man who is particularly stubborn in certain aspects looks at his sister with wide eyes, trying to impress them with doubts in their hearts with the pure eyes of a deer... ah!

Cyril didn't know whether he succeeded in impressing the Arturias, but he knew that their attitude was very tough.

He was pushed directly into his lap by Lancer's sister, a good, perfect knee pillow.

Christmas Alter said extremely sternly: "Intuition tells me that you are definitely not as obedient as you have shown, so—well, after suppressing it, just lie here with her and rest obediently under my eyes."

"No, why are you all trying to let me rest, I... am not tired."

Cyril woke up after a nap. Although he didn't sleep for long, his spirit should be much better than before.

He didn't think it was necessary for him to rest anymore, and, obviously, there was still something to do——

"breakfast……"

"What kind of breakfast do you still have now, don't eat it!"

"Mr. Kariya Matou——"

"Oh, Mr. Cyril, you have a good rest and don't worry about me."

"Really, there's Sakura's..."

It can't be regarded as making excuses in a hurry, Cyril really has something to do, and it is related to Matou Sakura.

However, when he made the last struggle and mentioned Sakura.

The little girl who had been silent for a while and seemed to be shrinking grabbed the collar of Christmas Alter who was hugging her, and suddenly whispered a word:

"...Uncle, if it hurts, you have to say it."

"..."

Cyril was stunned.

Arturias were also stunned on the spot.

This is the first sentence Sakura said to Cyril.

However, is it a coincidence?

It may not be obvious to outsiders, but in fact, the two of them did have something in common in terms of enduring constant torment and pain.

Sakura might have noticed it because of this.This "uncle" who smiled gently every time I saw her, and this "uncle" who saved her from pain and despair, actually felt pain all the time.

And this pain that usually wears away a person's will little by little, he never confides in others.

That's why she opened her mouth in a low voice—if she feels pain, she must speak out.

But just this short sentence seems to have exhausted all the courage that the little girl had finally summoned up.She quickly lowered her head, stopped looking at the other adults, and fell silent again.

at the same time.

At this moment, his mind suddenly shook, and Cyril, who was still affected by the remaining emotions, suddenly felt a new warmth covering his forehead.

"Will it hurt?"

He blinked blankly, and saw clearly the woman's beautiful face, which was a little more mature than the girl's appearance.

The blond goddess asked, placing her palm on his forehead.

"……Do not."

As a result, Cyril still answered like this.

It's not concealment, nor deceit, please believe...

It seems to have been said before, for him, the greatest pain is not the pain itself caused by the curse.

It's the "loneliness" of being alone in the dark.

"I just, sometimes feel confused and feel that the days I've been through are dreams, not reality."

After a pause for a while, he finally spoke out slowly what was in his heart in a softer voice than before.

"If you wait until the moment you wake up and find that the happiness you have obtained at this time has been shattered like a bubble... how uncomfortable it will be. However, don't worry, such thoughts only appear occasionally. I have confirmed it, you guys They are all real, and they came to me like a dream.”

"What do I have to give to keep the happiness at this moment, instead of watching it leave without saying goodbye again?"

"...you."

His sister may not understand the true meaning of the words, but she can taste the sadness contained in the words.Therefore, one of the sisters said: "There is no need to pay anything, just really sleep and throw away all the insignificant worries."

"Am I acting too tired? Why, you all want me to rest."

"That's not it. Intuition, it's intuition. Do you understand? Then from now on, don't talk."

"Ugh."

Still sighed softly.

His eyes were covered, but Cyril was still smiling, but this smile really revealed the exhaustion he had been hiding all along.

"I originally came to do the work of explaining to customers, but in the end, it turned out that I opened my heart."

"Is not it good?"

someone asked.

Cyril said softly: "As far as the result is concerned, it should be a good thing. I feel troubled because of myself."

Just like he is not good at lying, he is actually even more unsuited to telling the things that are on his mind. No matter how heavy the pressure is, he will not say it.

However, after coming to this world, and the time not long ago, Cyril revealed his heart twice.

There will be so many troubles, it really... makes him feel ashamed of himself.

"—Stupid! Oh, what a stupid brother."

Hmm, it seems to be the first time in my life that I have suffered... scolding?

"How can there be so many people who need you to solve it, and you are thinking about how many troubles you will solve for others. Before thinking so much, let yourself be happy first. If you are dissatisfied or distressed, just say it? "

The mysterious heroine, Miss X, leaned over angrily, and pinched the cheek of the blond young man whose eyes were covered.Mmm, soft!

"I don't feel well physically, and my spirit is weakened by the virus infection, so I want to keep the people close to me and the people I like by my side, and I don't want them to leave—"

"If you don't say these words, the guys who are spoiled by the maturity and consideration you have shown will get used to it, and leave you dull and run away!"

The energetic Miss Killer looks innocent and innocent, and can easily be fooled by a "well-meaning magician passing by".

However, the sonorous words she uttered at this moment directly pierced the deepest scar in the young man's heart.

"……what."

It's hard to tell how much Cyril remembered at this moment.

It was so long ago that he thought he could not remember it clearly, but in the end, the frozen picture of that scene still remained.

——The young knight who had grown from a boy to a young man turned his back on him and walked away step by step.

——Gao Wen, Agguiwen, Gareth, Gachris... Also, when he was struggling to open his eyes on the sickbed, he saw the figure of a tired woman leaving in a hurry.

If they were kept at those times, would they have stayed?

No, it is pointless to make such an assumption.

Looking back now, Cyril still thinks that even if he knew about the future development, he would not ask to keep him.

"sorry."

He thought, how obsessed I am, and I have finally learned it myself.

but……

If only, this time.

"Well, I'm indeed a little tired."

Finally, he readily admitted it.

The corners of Cyril's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked immediately, "Would it be too troublesome to just lean on you and rest for a while?"

"of course not."

"Ah, then I... thank you very much. But, ahem, I have a small request."

"Could you please stay with me until I wake up, Miss Arturia?"

Needless to say, the reply to this request is naturally affirmative.

Just like that, the blond young man, who seemed to be relieved because of this, fell asleep easily, this time, without any reluctance, he followed his own will.

This time, he didn't need to worry about many troublesome things.

For a while—yes, for a while.

Cyril doesn't have to think about what it will be like when Sister Artoria and Sister Morgan collide, doesn't have to think about what Sister Artoria, the original one, talked about with Lord Merlin, and doesn't have to worry about it as usual, such as Will the atonement knight Lancelot cause chaos...

After unloading so many burdens and the pressure I put on myself, I can sleep without dreams.

After an unknown period of time, Cyril woke up.

Although the curse is still there, it feels really different.He felt relaxed all over his body, as if his soul was a little lighter.

and.

As promised, Artoria did not leave.

It's just that the only one left here is the girl-like king who is closest to his memory, and the other Artorias are gone, as if deliberately leaving room for them to talk.

The second time the siblings met was in Cyril's castle.On that day, they talked as intimately as they do now.

Even though, limited by time, I didn't say many words.

"Are you leaving?"

"That's right, the Holy Grail War is over, all the heroes have returned to the throne of heroes, only me, I stayed here specially to wait for you to wake up."

"Thank you...you, do you still want to continue pursuing the Holy Grail?"

"Mr. Merlin told me all the things you worried about. To be honest, I was surprised. But... I don't plan to give up yet."

This was Artoria's determination as the king, but then, she looked at her younger brother with soft eyes, and there seemed to be a soft light around her: "If the Holy Grail is really the evil thing he said, I will take it with my own hands." destroy."

"I will always support you, just like I did back then."

Cyril held his sister's hands, and the siblings looked at each other and smiled.

however.

It was at this very warm and relaxing moment.

"Cyril, there is only one thing I must tell you."

"Huh? What, sister?"

"That is……"

A brief pause.

Then, shockingly——

"Only the matter of your engagement to Mr. Merlin, I, Artoria Pendragon, will never agree!!!"

Cyrillic:"…………"

Lord Merlin...

It is completely hopeless!asshole!