I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

In the depths of the tropical rainforest, where there should be no traces of humans within a hundred miles, except for Cyril who came here once in a while, unexpectedly, the voice of a second person suddenly appeared——

It is also because Cyril's psychological quality is excellent, and he has not been frightened on the spot when encountering such suspected supernatural events.

"........."

It's just that the hand that was afraid of pulling the vines hanging from the huge tall tree suddenly stopped, and after hesitating for a moment, he calmly turned around and looked behind the voice.

Sure enough, he was a person who didn't fit in with Mi Ling.

The red-haired and red-eyed young man was neatly dressed, dressed as if he had just left home for a long journey, and was carrying a small leather suitcase in his hand.

If it wasn't here—only in the dense forest infested with beasts, pythons, and poisonous insects, everyone who saw him would think that this red-haired young man was just planning to go on a trip and happened to pass by this place.

At this moment, Cyril and the red-haired young man met their eyes with a deep heart.

It was supposed to be a very strange meeting, but when facing a stranger who is extremely deliberate regardless of his identity, even if he didn't immediately draw out a weapon or something and treat it with vigilance, it shouldn't be like this...

"Ah, hello."

Red-haired youth: "!"

"Well! Hello!"

——I was not nervous at all, and greeted very enthusiastically!

No wonder.

The above two people I met here... Well, they are not "people" in essence, and they cannot be judged by the standards of normal people.

"You seem to be in trouble?"

Cyril did not forget the red-haired young man's exclamation just now, just like every gentleman who is willing to lend a helping hand to those in trouble, he asked very naturally: "Do you need help, maybe I can help ?”

"Oh, it's a little bit." The red-haired young man didn't hide his distress.

"I wanted to find someone who had put my pigeons for most of the day. I thought he was here, and I followed the traces to find it. It turned out that I seemed to have found the wrong place again, and he was not here. Uh, what a headache, even the last The specific coordinates of Ji are all wrong, this must not be Fuyuki City in Japan, right?"

"Japan...Fuyuki?"

What a familiar word.

Cyril had only been back from the coastal city called Fuyuki in Japan for a few days, and he never expected that he would hear this place name that gave him a great sense of sympathy from someone else today.

only.

Cyril: "Wrong, this is not Fuyuki. To be precise, from here to Japan, you have to cross more than half of the world."

The red-haired young man showed a tangled but unsurprising expression: "I knew it! Hey, really, it didn't go well from the beginning. The strawberry cake guy really hit me..."

The following words were his whispers, and the pronunciation of the words was a bit ambiguous, and Cyril didn't bother to distinguish them.

Fortunately, the red-haired young man quickly finished complaining in a low voice, and when he looked up at Cyril again, the big smile he showed gave people infinite kindness, and the blood-red eyes that seemed to be burning were not scary at all, but warm as spring.

"Thank you, you are such a good boy."

It is still a bit strange to say quite old-fashioned words from the mouth of a young man who looks very young.

Cyril kept his eyes on the other party for a while, and then said: "However, there is no Fuyuki City in Japan in this world. You probably went wrong."

The red-haired young man was shocked: "What! Did you even find the world!"

He was shocked a second ago, but the next moment, the red-haired young man who seemed to be expressing the word "strange" openly laughed again.

"Probably because I was too excited and angry, and I couldn't help but find the wrong place by accident. However, meeting a very cute child here is also an unexpected gain."

"How do you feel?" He suddenly asked him so nonchalantly, as if he was talking to a familiar acquaintance, and at the same time he added extra cordial concern: "Is your body still used? Is there any discomfort? "

"..."

I don't know if he was frightened belatedly, or because all kinds of emotions rushed into his heart for a while, making Cyril unable to answer smoothly.

To be honest, their topic is too jumpy, and it is not something ordinary people can go on.

Travel to another world?It's so easy to say, but this red-haired young man, like Cyril, seemed to have gotten used to it, and didn't feel anything wrong.

From this, he has been able to prove his extraordinary.

What's more, there is an even more important point...

"kind".

From the red-haired young man whom he had met for the first time, Cyril felt an extremely familiar... warmth.

Even if it is described as the embrace of "mother", there is nothing wrong with it.The tolerance we get is the same, and the care we get is even more constant.

Just like when he met his eyes for the first time, his subconscious mind emerged in time, telling him that this must be a respectable and amiable great existence.

"...I've gotten used to it."

Cyril spoke slowly after a while.

"It's just that this body is not mine. I'm worried about where the original owner of the body has gone..."

"Hahaha, that kid went to play elsewhere. When you see him later, return what belongs to him. You have your own place to go."

The red-haired youth was still smiling.

Neither of them made it clear to each other, it was vague, but amazingly, they both understood.

Cyril immediately discovered that when the red-haired young man said this and put his hand lightly in front of his body, the severe pain caused by the curse that tortured him all the time suddenly eased.

It didn't hurt that much anymore, and, as time passed, the pain that tore the soul was still fading little by little, as if it wouldn't be long before it would disappear completely.

Xiril immediately understood the other party's intentions.

He was indeed grateful, not to mention touched—but he could only regretfully decline the red-haired youth's kindness.

So, not long after, Cyril shook his head slightly, held the raised hand of the red-haired young man, and gently pressed it back down.

"Before I saw you, I will remember your kindness to me, and I dare not forget it for a moment. Thank you... However, this is something I am willing to bear. Please let me continue to persevere."

"Hey? Isn't it hard? Why don't you let me help you?"

The red-haired young man was very surprised, and he reconfirmed several times, only to hear Cyril's refusal, so he reluctantly gave up.

"That's right, you have persisted for so many years, you are really stubborn."

As he spoke, he glanced at Cyril's hesitant expression on his face, and immediately changed his words: "Hmph hahaha——I didn't say anything. I was just passing by to settle accounts with hateful netizens, and I definitely didn't mean it The idea of ​​running over to see how the good boy I saved before is now! Well, that's it."

"Hm... well, yes, getting lost unexpectedly is really troublesome. Can you find your way back?"

"Of course, I'm very good. It's just a piece of cake to find the way... Cough cough cough! By the way, what are you doing in such a remote place?"

Cyril told about the fact that he wanted to find a medicinal herb but couldn't find it for a long time. The red-haired young man listened, held his chin and pondered for a moment, and then offered to say that he was not in a hurry anyway, so he could help find it together.

"what!"

Before Cyril had time to continue to decline, the "stranger" who was so familiar and would not be offensive pulled him, and shuttled freely in the rainforest.

With the help from the mysterious person, the rare medicinal herb that Cyril was looking for was found extremely smoothly in just a few minutes.

"Is there anything else to look for?"

"Uh, on the list I made, there are indeed a few that haven't had time..."

"Then don't say anything, let's hurry up!"

It was really "hurry up", within the next 10 minutes, they quickly discovered the traces of the rare potion materials that were in short supply, and then fell into a special airtight container, waiting for Cyril to bring back.

The red-haired youth, displaying miraculous efficiency, looked happier than Cyril.

After helping Cyril find something, he said goodbye to him happily.Cyril recovered from the rare trance, and couldn't help but feel extremely reluctant, but he knew that he could not ask the identity of the benefactor, nor could he speak out to persuade him to stay at this time.

Oh.

On the contrary, before the red-haired young man happily left, he purposely leaned into his ear and whispered with a smile: "There is a person who has been circling around us all the time. Good boy, is it a friend you know? "

Despite the question and the benefactor's curious eyes, Cyril remained silent.

He found it difficult to answer.

Are you a friend?It was a long time ago.It would be a relief to bluntly say that he didn't know the guy who was spinning, but this was deceiving the savior again, and it was still not feasible.

Because of this, Cyril's expression obviously stiffened, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"It's... an ex-boyfriend who has already broken up."

——In the end, it’s still telling the truth!

The red-haired youth: "Ah, I knew it, it really is...uh, huh? Huh??? Ex-boyfriend???"

"Oh! My God! No, I don't know what happened, but do you need me to drive your ex-boyfriend away!"

Cyril raised his forehead: "No, thank you for your kindness. He only dares to circle around quietly, as long as he doesn't exist..."

"Since you said so, then... well."

The red-haired young man seemed to be a little worried, but since he really had urgent things to do, he couldn't stay in this world for a long time, so he could only wave goodbye to Cyril with a bit of brooding that he couldn't let go of.

An existence that was incompatible with the surrounding environment—even the world—had left.

Cyril, who stayed where he was, looked at the empty place after he disappeared, and a slight sense of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He belatedly realized that he was so restrained that he forgot to ask the name of his savior...

Ugh.

In the past, I told Mr. Matou Kariya that there is no need to thank him so much, and I was quite helpless with Mr. Customer's attitude.Thinking about it now, Cyril couldn't help but feel ashamed that he himself was in a similar situation, and he was not much better than Mr. Matou Kariya.

Finally met the person who awakened him from the endless darkness.

He had never seen that person's face, and his consciousness, which could not last for a hundred years, was eroded by the curse, so he could not see the appearance of his benefactor clearly.

Memories are also broken and blurred.

I just remember, the gentle voice that broke through the thick night and brought a ray of light——

It was exactly the same as the red-haired youth's voice.

……

"Actually, it's very easy to find things, just use the simplest induction magic... I can do it, and I can teach you, it's very convenient..."

Who is it that made the whining and whining sound above his head?

Oh.

Who else but a certain thick-skinned magician sir!

Cyril was sitting well under the tree.

Although he had found all the medicinal herbs on the list, because of the accident of the savior, Cyril felt disappointed and didn't rush back immediately.

One of the reasons he chose to come here today is the weather.

There are very few sunny days in the rainforest area, and these days just happened to be one of them.

The soil under your feet is wet, and it may sink in one step.But Cyril found a giant tree that was surprisingly tall and had enough stumps for several people to hold hands and embrace it. It could just sit down in the depression formed by the raised roots on the ground. The wind that cannot be melted by the incoming sun.

He held the herb box in his arms, and bent his legs so that his back could rest against the sturdy tree stump.

Excluding the dangers that may be too high for ordinary people, in this kind of place where no one else is there except yourself, you can enjoy peace alone...

If no one bothered him.

If his thoughts are not interrupted.

As far as the truth is concerned, one would know who that person was without looking up.

Because since not long ago, there have been sporadic and small things floating down slowly, gently landing on his ears, shoulders, or knees.

The tiny objects are flower petals.

Among them was a particularly bold petal, which floated to the back of his hand by itself.Cyril's expression was unclear, and he moved his fingers slightly, and the bright red petals leaked into his fingers, and it was unclear whether it was tainted with the lingering fragrance.

"I thought it was raining."

It can also be said to be raining, but it is raining petals.

If he opened his mouth a little later, sitting here, he would be overwhelmed by the non-stop rain of flowers.

Cyril is not very good at dealing with pestering magicians.

It was because he didn't know how to deal with his annoying ex-boyfriend, after he calmed down, he decided to keep his indifferent attitude to the end, letting the magician retreat: "You take a rest on the tree, I'll go to sit somewhere else. "

If you can't communicate, just ignore it.

However, just as Cyril was about to move his position, another faint voice came from among the tall branches about ten meters away: "Don't change places, just sit here."

"Although I really want to lean against you like I did back then... Haha, I still have self-knowledge, so I deliberately picked such a high treetop so that you can't see me even if you look up."

Cyril didn't really look up.

However, it is conceivable that the white-haired magician is sitting leaning on the branch of a giant tree that stretches out freely. A little bit of bright color slowly falling down from the tip.

"Why do you have to?"

After pausing for a while, he brushed away the fallen flowers that were pinched by his fingers and those that fell on his shoulders, the blond young man said.

"I always keep in mind, don't be in a hurry, just keep a distance enough to make you feel at ease as you wish." The magician said.

But he seemed to laugh in a low voice, there was no smile in his voice, but he was full of helplessness: "But I also feel that this is not possible, you want to completely cut off contact with me, once this distance is really opened, then It just... seems impossible to get closer. Is that true, Cyril, do you really intend to do that?"

Cyril didn't answer, but the answer was self-evident.

That's why Merlin smiled wryly.

"It's only now that I understand how outrageous mistakes I have made. You are as tolerant and merciful as the Duke, and you are not willing to forgive. It seems that I have lost my position even begging you to give me another chance to make up for it and start over."

"..."

The magician's awakening came suddenly. It's hard to imagine that he was still so active on the forum two days ago.

Cyril wanted to question whether he was speaking from the heart when he said these words, but after listening to them, he found it difficult for him to tell the difference.

At least... a considerable part of it should be sincere.

Because only sincere words can move people's hearts.From the tone of the magician, Cyril heard that he seemed to have really repented, and also knew that he could not restore his lover's heart, and felt lonely and uncomfortable.

"Really, can't we start over?"

Merlin asked in a low voice.

"...I can't."

Cyril was impressed.However, this refusal answer will not change.

silence.

The silence lasted for a long time, but it used the pressure of silence to cover the chirping of birds and beasts that sometimes echoed in the dense forest, as if everything was still.

Merlin was probably not surprised by this result.

It took him a long time before he spoke, and his tone was full of disappointment: "But, let me never see you again, and draw a clear line with you..."

"..."

"To me, this is really comparable to torture..."

"It won't work if we don't find a solution. Instead of being in a stalemate, it's better to take a step back. From now on, let's get along as ordinary friends, Merlin...Your Excellency."

"..."

"..."

"—Hey? What, Cyril actually let go?!"

Cyrillic:"…………"

He wanted to ask, what kind of shocking abnormal reaction was this.

No, it's normal to be shocked, but what's wrong is——

Cyril didn't know how to describe it either.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he intuitively felt that there was something wrong with His Magi's reaction.There seems to be something weird, as if, there are other plans in the dark...

"If you don't mean it, forget it, as if I didn't say it."

"Ah, no, no, no! How could there be no...Hey! Even if you regress to become ordinary friends, it is better than becoming a passer-by!" The magician said that he lost his composure because of excessive surprises, and he had no intention of objecting, it is good to be friends, really So good so wonderful.

only……

He hesitated for a moment, covered his mouth with his hands at a height that Cyril could not see, and made a muffled voice: "I want to know, you...how could it be?"

"Didn't I tell you the reason? Instead of being harassed by you unconsciously, it's easier to be [ordinary friends] with you."

On a certain word, Cyril emphasized his tone, and then said: "Since you are [ordinary friends], don't hang around with me, and the frequency of communication should be kept at once every few days."

Merlin: "Ah..."

"Besides, since we are [ordinary friends], the topics involved between us should be simple, simple, and harmonious, and some content should not be mentioned. That's about it, do you understand?"

Merlin: "Oh..."

The result still has the meaning of drawing a clear line, but it is still within the acceptable range.

But what Merlin really wanted to ask in that sentence was actually not this.

He was puzzled, why did His Excellency the Duke, who was so stubborn after making a decision and could hardly change his mind, change his mind and give him a room to change his mind?

Although they are ordinary friends, this is already a symbol of letting go.

Cyril avoided Merlin's real question and did not answer.Merlin found out, and after a brief hesitation, he didn't ask any further.

"The distance of ordinary friends, um, got it, like we are now, right? I kept it well. But, there's one more thing."

"what?"

"Whether it's an ordinary friend or a close friend, that thing can't be avoided-now, I care about you as a friend, Your Excellency, can you accept my most ordinary intention?"

"..." Cyril didn't expect Merlin to say that, and he choked for a moment.

It is indeed normal for friends to care about each other, and it cannot be refuted.

After a long while, he replied: "OK, thank you, what do you want to say?"

"About your curse," Merlin said, "don't show any resistance first. What I want to say is, do you still remember what I mentioned before, that you haven't fully mastered the magic that the curse brought to you?"

"I can probably guess that whether it's magic or magic power, their source is Morgan. Cyril, you have used healing magic on other people, but you should never use it on yourself. You should try it, it can alleviate the pain. The pressure on your soul, if you drag it on, the curse will corrode your soul... The previous 'that one' has already reminded you of this."

Cyril was slightly stunned: "The curse can't be removed, and I can't transfer them..."

The magician said: "No, there is a way. But the most urgent thing is to repair your soul. You can do it yourself. I will teach you... Even if it is to meet Morgan, you should listen to me, Cyril. "

"..."

No matter how stubborn the person is who refuses to be persuaded, if the key person is brought out, they will have nothing to say against it.Therefore, the right to speak has come to the magician who is still at a disadvantage.

Merlin, who was sitting above, tilted his head silently, his gaze fell under the tree, and he could only see a touch of brilliant gold.

"Aren't you in a hurry to go back?"

"...That's right."

"Then, let's just go all out and try here first."

The magician kept his promise, kept the distance not too close, and never appeared in front of his lover.

As the most outstanding magician still alive in this world, he personally taught him magic...

place, in a dream.

But in reality, the young man with blond hair was wearing a white robe with a scent of flowers that fell at an unknown time, surrounded by fallen flowers, sleeping soundly under a tree.