Ten years later, the rocket launcher is a magical prop developed by Rambo's family.

Rather than saying it's magical...it's better to say that this is another extremely illogical bug-level item.

The person who is hit by the rocket launcher ten years later will be replaced with himself ten years later, and the time is 5 minutes.

Cyril had heard of this prop on kid Lanbo before, and was shocked by such an unbelievable function at that time.

Communicating the present and the future, which is difficult for magicians with mysterious powers, has been developed by ordinary humans in this world.

He had seen the bazooka itself, but it didn't sense any magic power, it seemed to be artificial.

……never mind.

Can't get to the bottom of it.There are more than one or two wonders in this world, which are difficult to explain with common sense. If it is really true, it will be endless.

Cyril thought so at the time.

It's just that he has only seen and heard a little bit, and he hasn't witnessed the power of the rocket launcher ten years later.

As a result, I didn't expect it at all.

No need to witness, before that—he experienced it himself first.

"Boom!!!"

The purple cannon barrel covered him, and pink smoke suddenly spread from under the cannon muzzle.

Cyril didn't know how the outside world would react.

He didn't panic when he was detained, but he was a little surprised by the inexplicable stagnation.What is more in his heart is anticipation—he really wants to confirm the magic of the bazooka ten years later.

So, without panic, Cyril fell into a narrow passage that seemed to be composed of air masses.

The passage seems to be directly connected to an unreachable abyss, and those who fall will feel endless dizziness.

His consciousness was blurred for a few seconds, and only the question "Could it be that I will go to the future ten years later?" still remained in his heart.

That is, during this period of hazy consciousness.

wow——

In the ears, it seemed that the final sound of the track being settled sounded.

next moment.

"..."

The smoke that also exploded at the other end of the too narrow passage has also slowly receded.

Cyril's erratic consciousness returned to reality, and the sense of being down-to-earth also returned.

Because there was still some smoke and dust floating in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes tightly at the beginning, and blocked his eyes for a moment with the back of his hand before letting go.

The light entering the eyes is not exciting, far less dazzling than the sun, and the brightness of indoor lighting is within the normal range.

but……

"Where is this?"

Surprisingly empty.

After the smoke dissipated, the blond youth with a clear figure looked around, but found himself stopped in a corridor that also extended back and forth.

This should be the interior of a building, the surroundings are completely sealed, and the windows cannot be seen.

The tone of the walls and floors is monotonous, which seems to contain a serious and tense atmosphere.Moreover, there are several metal doors lined up on both sides of the corridor.

It should be... a place like the dormitory area?

Cyril is currently parked in front of a certain door.

For the time being, he doesn't know whether he has really switched with himself ten years later, but if so, what about the current situation—it seems that he ten years later didn't just walk by here, but waited at the door.

That is, after where is the current place, a new problem has ushered in.

Who is the person inside the door?

No clues that could give a hint have emerged yet.

But for some reason, when Cyril stared at the gray metal door in front of him, an uncontrollable excitement surged in his heart.

It is also a premonition that someone who will make him happy is near.

"Could it be..."

"a?"

Unable to restrain himself, his hand landed on the door, and he was as cautious as if he was afraid that the phantom would be scattered if he touched it, so light that the force could almost be omitted.

There is no need to remind him that it is time to knock on the door as soon as possible.

Of course Cyril knew - it's just that the trance of unknown events in his heart has not completely dissipated.He couldn't help being nervous, so he hesitated for a while before making up his mind.

Don't hesitate any longer.

The blond young man bit his lip slightly, but his eyes were shining like stars of hope.

He clenched his fist, pushed it away a little, then raised his hand again, intending to knock on the door without hesitation.

Seeing that the knock on the door was about to ring loudly.

"Click."

--what?

The door was actually one step ahead and opened from the inside!

Cyrillic:"!"

Just as he was mentally prepared, he paused because of this accident.

Before he could subconsciously take a step back, the face of the owner of the room who opened the door appeared from the fading shadow.

However, before fully seeing clearly.

The other party's loud and carefree voice rang out across the door:

"Ahhh, it's so annoying! I can't figure this out, I don't know how to wear it. It's just a skirt anyway, and the clothes with the breakthrough of the spirit base are just passable, and they look like—"

"……Bar."

The gazes of the two collided unexpectedly.

"..."

Cyril was in a daze.

"……Well?"

The other party made a suspicious sound after staying there.

"..."

"Ah? Uncle? Why did you turn into this face again? It's not as good-looking as you used to be. Change it back—"

"...you are...mo..."

It's completely clear now.

"Shua!" The man who opened the door and simply tied up his blown blond hair, although his tone and movements were extremely masculine, was indeed a genuine young woman.

She is not tall, which is very similar to one of Cyril's older sisters.

She looks more like him, and his "some sister".

but……

"I can't believe it... actually... Mordred!"

Mordred (surprised): "Huh?"

When he opened the door, he found that his uncle had changed his face, and Mordred put a question mark on his head.

Don't question why she wasn't frightened at all, it's not like she hasn't seen her uncle's appearance at this time, it's a bit strange but it's true.

Just now, she changed clothes in the room rather helplessly, not noticing any movement outside.

Well, it's not clothes, to be precise, it's skirts.

It was because a group of boring relatives were booing, and Mordred, who didn't like being treated as a man or a woman, had no choice but to reluctantly change into a woman's clothes.

Who told her uncle to want to see it?It's just a skirt, it doesn't matter if you wear it or not.

So, Mordred was in the room fighting to the death with the little dress sponsored by the boring people - she failed, failed, lost.

The one who appeared at the door seemed to be troublesome and simply wore the red outfit after breaking through the spirit base.

however!

This unexpected reaction was really——

"My nightmare has really become a reality, it's too unacceptable! This dress... even the breasts are almost exposed..."

In the eyes of the stunned Mordred, her uncle who suddenly changed his appearance was pale and pale, his expression seemed to be shocked, and it seemed to be mixed with an unspeakable sense of loss that was expected but came true.

big!by!beat!hit!

These four big characters with their own weight filled him with grief, and he felt great sorrow.

"You child... You really turned into a bad girl in a place where uncle couldn't see it!"

Cyril despaired of such a miserable future that broke expectations—although there was only a meager trace in the first place.

Mordred: ".........what???!!"

The niece who (thought she was) well-behaved and obedient was also stunned by the strange title of bad girl.

What's wrong with her dress?

Isn't it just that there is a little less fabric on the body, it's cool, and it's convenient to fight, what's wrong!How come uncle looks like the sky is falling and the ground is falling.

Mordred subconsciously said, "Uncle, why are you so excited? You're like that old archer who lives next door and reminds Master to wear leggings under her skirt every day—poof."

No no no.

She spoke halfway, and immediately realized that it was not good to say that, how could she compare her uncle with the old lady!

Although it feels inexplicably similar, but, um...

"Hey, why do you look like you're about to cry, what the hell is going on?!"

Cyril was about to cry under the heavy blow of reality.

It was such a happy thing to be able to experience an unimaginable trip to the future and to see one of my favorite relatives, but he recognized Mordred who was not a five-year-old girl at a glance, but was overwhelmed by sadness surrounded.

"It's uncle's fault... If you can take good care of you, you won't be like this..."

"No, uncle, what happened to me?"

"Although you will always look cute in my uncle's heart, but... I can't stand the thought of you shivering in the wind but struggling to dress properly, uncle!"

"Ah? Huh? Wait... Who will tell me what happened? Hey? I'm not cold, wait, wait, I'm really not cold-no, I can't stand it anymore!"

The bewildered Mordred was forced to put on the coat that his uncle had taken off, and the uncle who suddenly turned serious closed his collar, and said in a very solemn manner, "Girls can't treat their bodies so wildly" ideological education.

"Yes, there are more."

The uncle, whose expression was still tense, suddenly had bright eyes, and asked her in a nervous tone: "You shouldn't be doing things like blowing innocent people away for no reason, often using strange oral habits, and seeing elders and seniors with no respect at all." thing?"

Mordred: "..."

Needless to say, she was in a daze again, completely unaware of what happened to her uncle today.Asking strange questions so nervously, it seems that through her, she saw a certain problem child who couldn't explain in words——

Gee.

Mordred didn't like it when his uncle thought of unrelated people when he looked at her.

However, about the question he asked.

Originally, he wanted to answer "Of course not!" without hesitation, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Mordred suddenly got stuck.

She suddenly fell into deep thought.

Wait a minute, what you said...

Smashing people away for no reason - Mordred is now a servant who has signed a contract with the master of Chaldea. Every day when he has nothing to do, his spirit will be transferred to the singularity, and the misfortune will hit her in front of her. The soldiers flew away.

Often use a strange mouth habit - "rebellion against my gorgeous father", does this count!Because the line of the treasure "seemed" to be so slightly wrong, she didn't dare to shout it in front of her uncle.

In the end, seeing elders and seniors with no respect at all - hey, of course it's gone, she, Mordred, has always been so good to uncle!

As for the others...

After thinking about it carefully, she discovered that apart from such and such things, she was also used to shouting and shouting at her nominal brothers and sisters.

Of course, Mordred didn't think there was anything wrong, she was just like that.

but.

Uncle had a miraculous change of temperament at first, and then suddenly raised an inexplicable question, the situation was really wrong.

Could it be that he knew——

"not good!"

Mordred's expression suddenly changed, and in front of his uncle, who was still immersed in the grief of his niece becoming bad, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Gao Wen! Aggie Wen! And those who are waiting to see the excitement! Don't be dazed and come here quickly, I suspect that that bastard Merlin is looking for uncle again--uncle is so angry that he has lost his mind! "

"Ahhh, damn Merlin!!!"

……

Just for an instant.

The roar suffocated from the gap between the teeth was earth-shattering, and it swayed back and forth in the originally quiet corridor where there was no one except the two of them, and it immediately spread far away.

Cyril felt that no one was there before.

It's still a moment.

As soon as Mordred's angry roar came, the response came with lightning speed.Together with the response, the additional figure finally teleported.

It came menacingly, and they threw away all the leisure before hearing the roar, and stepped on their feet, without any relaxation.

Cyril is probably still out of state.

His first reaction was that Mordred's attitude towards Lord Merlin was so bad, could something happen to the future Lord Merlin...

I haven't thought about it yet.

Cyril: "Huh?"

He was suddenly pulled from behind by someone, and he couldn't help letting go of his hands holding his niece's shoulders. Then, his body fell backwards along with the extended force, and was pressed against his chest by that person.

shhh-

The thick cloak covered his back at the right time, and in front of him was the solid and warm chest of a knight.

Except for the feet and the barely exposed hair, Cyril's whole body was covered.

He was surprised by the warmth that seemed to come suddenly, but the strange thing was that even though it was sudden, he didn't feel any resistance and repulsion in his heart. Instead, he felt more and more at ease as time went by.

A feeling similar to this had appeared not too long ago.

"You are……"

The voice that came out of the somewhat airtight space seemed to tremble imperceptibly.

For the time being, Cyril didn't see the knight's resolute face as if it was always illuminated by the sun.

But the fact is, it doesn't need to.

He could so easily conclude that the other party was a knight because the ties of blood had always connected them.

"Don't worry, uncle."

This clear and clear voice full of confidence and seriousness really came from the mouth of the Sun Knight.

Even if he hadn't seen his face, he could still imagine how solemnly the handsome blond-haired and blue-eyed knight arrived in time and sheltered his uncle under his cloak——

"...Huh? What happened?"

Cyril withdrew his attention from the bad girl Mordred, and finally realized that there seemed to be some misunderstanding.

but.

Now that the "misunderstanding" has been caused, it cannot be taken back easily, not to mention—even if he is innocent this time, a certain magician who is currently being hunted down by some followers of Chaldea is by no means innocent and must be eradicated!

The Sun Knight who rushed over imposingly blocked his uncle with his cloak, and didn't have time to see if his uncle's appearance had changed.

"Merlin!"

he shouted.

"Mordred, have you noticed the traces of Merlin?"

Another male voice sounded.

Unlike Sun Knight's clear voice, this voice was even more gloomy.It seems that there are hidden shadows piled up in the invisible dark place, bit by bit the ink stains that can only be glimpsed are soaked into the surface.

Cyril also recognized this voice immediately.

Emotionally.

In other words, even if the pain of the curse aroused by the surge of heart invaded his whole body, joy can completely cover the discomfort and pain.

"Agg..."

"Well, uncle, don't worry."

Another knight beside him said in a deep voice.

Cyril: "Huh?"

Why did the two tell him not to worry the first time they opened their mouths.

What has he to worry about?

Before he could figure out the situation, he didn't notice that the knights whose uncle had changed to the model ten years ago gathered together, their expressions were covered with a layer of gloom.

"Mordred, didn't you come back to change your clothes, why did you suddenly realize something was wrong?"

"I don't know the specifics, but, but! Uncle has become very strange after a while. There is no other possibility except that bastard Merlin is sneaking up and playing tricks!"

"Tsk, Merlin, it's really hard to guard against—"

"Tch, Merlin, we can't let him continue to be unscrupulous!"

Bang!

I don't know who it is—well, Cyril, who was covered by a cloak, was startled when he heard it, and it can be concluded that all three of them who spoke had drawn their swords.

"That cunning magician must have sneaked in boldly when the king and master left Chaldea...Damn it, don't take us and the Knights of the Round Table seriously, so unscrupulous!"

The gloomy knight's voice was even lower, and as he spoke, every word seemed to be clanging because he was suppressing his anger.

"Before I came, I asked Lord Bedivere to help bring the king back."

The tone of the Sun Knight has also become less sunny, but it is slightly better than his brother.

He also said: "Mr. Tristan volunteered to help us, but I had an ominous premonition, so I drove you away temporarily. But the ominous premonition still hasn't disappeared, Agg, Sir Tristan's confident look, Will it—"

"do not talk!"

"Shut up, Gao Wen, I don't want to see horrible things happen!"

It was interrupted by the remaining two people who were extremely excited.

Cyrillic:"……"

What are these three people talking about.

very confused.

However, he has been estimating the time, and the short 5 minutes are almost here.

"Don't get excited, I'm going to..."

Cyril tried to get out from under the nephew's cloak, but the nephew seemed to be guarding against some cunning and slippery dangerous creature, wrapping him quite tightly, with no gaps in front or back.

"Has that guy escaped from Chaldea yet?"

"Well, I don't know, anyway, let's look for it first. Huh! Really, if you catch him this time, you must clean him up!"

"Hahaha, rebellious knight Mordred, it's rare for you to say something that we can agree with. But—follow the order of my black king, and use my holy sword to kill the shameless man who tried to attack my uncle. Beheaded and killed!"

Cyrillic:"…………"

Hey, hey, it's getting more and more excessive.

The uncle who was tightly wrapped and hugged by the eldest nephew felt helpless, but he could only allow himself to be led by his nephew, running around in search of what seemed to be called "Chaldea".

About ten seconds left...

He counted in his heart, and now he can be sure that he has indeed come ten years later.

However, in the future, it would be a pity to only meet Mordred, who happened to be in his heart, while the other two only heard voices.

I still want to make a final struggle, at least to look at the faces of Gao Wen and the others that only exist in the depths of my memory...

however.

Still no progress.

Because, the three of them held their swords and tried to hunt down an innocent magician who was responsible for the blame. They did not know where they were going, and suddenly stopped in their footsteps.

All three of them stopped, extremely neatly.

Because the line of sight was blocked, Cyril didn't know what kind of expressions were on the faces of the three people who stopped together at this moment.

But, come to think of it, it won't be happy.

He only keenly noticed that Gawain's body froze suddenly, almost as tense as if he were facing an enemy.

someone is coming.

To be precise, someone stepped forward and walked straight towards them.

tread.

Step, step, step.

The woman's heels tapped the ground, slowly at first.However, it seemed that they realized the strangeness in the next moment, and the light touch suddenly became hurried, and the distance was shortened.

"..."

"...Did someone disturb you?"

"We will protect uncle well, for sure, without you..."

Even the words of Gawain and Agravin became forced, and Mordred hadn't even spoken since this man showed up.

It's not that I'm afraid of this person, it's more like a taboo rooted in my heart, even if I die once and become a heroic spirit, I can't get rid of it.

"..."

"……Mother."

——This familiar yet unfamiliar title.

—In the end, it was from the mouths of the knights.

But maybe it was too late.

The woman has crossed a long distance and came before them.

"Three idiots."

It was such a sharp and cold opening remark.

The three people who were scolded as idiots had different expressions, but they all tacitly did not refute.

This woman's temperament has changed extremely quickly, and her mental problems have not been cured until now, and they know it.However, it is also certain that this indifference is only directed at them, and she in no way includes the other person present.

"It's so close, haven't you noticed yet? The one beside you is..."

The woman scolded them again, but when the voice changed slightly, the tone suddenly changed, as if worried about disturbing someone, it was calm and gentle.

"My... dear brother."

Through the knight's cloak, the woman's fingertips touched the position where the eyes of the sheltered youth were likely to be.

She said: "This is not the day we met, so you can cry as much as you want first. You said that when we meet again, you have to smile and hold me tightly who may only be able to cry, right?"

The young man didn't answer.

Being covered, it was hard to tell whether he was really choking up silently in the dark, or if his mind was lost and he lost the ability to speak for a while.

Anyway, I couldn't speak.

The smoke representing the end of the 5-minute period, once again, enveloped him.

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