I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

It took a little effort for Cyril to dig out Bailan Jesso, who was almost smashed into slag by the holy sword, and finally buried under the soil about ten meters deep.

Originally, Bai Lan was going to be broken into pieces and scattered in the wind.

But at the moment when the sword light overturned, Cyril, who had been watching the battle silently in the dark, suddenly frowned and noticed something strange.

Thanks to his flash of inspiration at that time, he caught the exposed clues in time.

Otherwise, even if the movement is only [-] seconds slower, he will regret it afterwards.

rustling-

"Oh, I finally found it."

Pulling out the white-haired man buried in the ground like pulling a carrot, Cyril carefully laid a blanket on the ground before putting the unconscious man on it.

To be honest, Bai Lan at this time does not have the glorious appearance of the god of the new world looking down on all living beings not long ago.

He looked miserable.

His white hair was covered with mud, and his pretty face was also smeared black, with no facial features visible.The clothes on his body were also tattered and ragged.

Cyril only glanced at it, and looked away as if he couldn't bear it, thinking that this person was indeed too miserable.

only.

It wasn't Bran Jesso that he sympathized with.

Brandon Jesso has no scruples tossing the good world like this, countless innocent people died directly or indirectly at his hands, were defeated by the people who resisted him, and accepted the punishment he deserved. The expected result.

This statement sounds contradictory to the previous sympathy.

But in fact, the reason why Cyril quietly "cheats" at the last moment is not that his sympathy overflows regardless of the target.

Instead, a "friend" who didn't know whether to call him unlucky or... was also involved with Bai Lan.

"How did you come here?"

Helping to clean up the stains on "Bai Lan"'s face, Cyril half-kneeled beside him, and pointed his right index finger on the man's reappeared forehead, and his voice seemed extremely helpless.

"Well……"

A low moan leaked out from the unconscious man's mouth, and on the face that could be seen clearly, there were expressions of entanglement, discomfort, trance and so on.

It's very human, but it doesn't match the personality of Brandon Jesso, so it makes people feel quite abrupt.

Tapping his forehead with his fingertips seemed to give a dizzy person a chance to regain consciousness.Not long after, "Bai Lan"'s eyelids trembled suddenly, and finally opened slowly.

He opened his eyes, revealing the purple that seemed to have faded a little at the bottom of his eyes.

"Merlin, I definitely saw the light cannon grow bigger and fall down..."

"Well, indeed."

"Isn't it a dream? Oh, my God, isn't that little guy holding a sword in his hand? Why can a sword shoot out a light cannon..."

"Yeah, I'm also very puzzled by this question. Why don't the knights fight with swords, but stand in place, huh—"

The person who just woke up is not fully awake yet, but he can't wait to express the last doubts remaining in his consciousness.

And, he got a response.

Not only did he respond, he also had the same inexplicable confusion as the person who responded to him, and successfully reached an agreement.

——Ah, who has such a tacit understanding with me?

This person probably thought so.

At this time, the dizzy head also woke up.

He opened his eyelids wide, as if he wanted to see who was talking, and he had to get acquainted if he hit it off——

result.

There was a sudden silence.

"Bryn": "..."

"You, you... you... no, I... I...!"

The former God of the New World suddenly showed such a panicked expression, as if he had been greatly frightened, and the sense of abruptness suddenly became more vivid.

However, there is no way, after all, the soul left in Bailan Jesso's shell has been changed at this time.

Bai Lan, who wasn't Bai Lan, stuttered for a while, and finally she was able to shout out her shock, and turned pale with fright: "Isn't this my face!"

"Yes, this is your face... Poof, I'm sorry, I just think this is a bit awkward."

Cyril smiled lightly, then straightened his expression, and faced the shocked "Bai Lan" with a solemn and serious expression.

He said: "Hello, I am Cyril Cornwall. Although it is the first time we meet, for me, you are already a familiar friend."

"…………what!"

"Bai Lan" stayed for a moment, trying to recall, a memory that happened a long time ago slowly resurfaced in his mind.

He remembered.

He sat up abruptly.

"That's right, the one in front of me is my original body! That's right, the mole on the elbow is still there, it's definitely me."

As if suddenly excited, "Bai Lan" grabbed Cyril's arm and groped for a while before making a sure sound.

Afterwards, he raised his head, and his purple eyes flashed with a particularly fiery light: "You are...the one that the strange red hair said, you want to borrow my body for a while?"

Cyril replied: "Yes. Thank you for giving me a place to stay."

"Bai Lan" (only heard the first two words): "Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The original owner of the body that Cyril borrowed turned out to be a passionate young man with a personality completely different from his.

The hot-blooded young man probably held back for a long time, and when he encountered himself (body), the surging enthusiasm immediately burst out unstoppably.

"Don't say thank you, it's okay! You just have to have fun!"

He was so generous that he hugged "myself" all of a sudden and patted "myself" on the back vigorously.

Cyril's back hurt from being patted, and his chest was tight, but his emotions were also infected by the passion of this hot-blooded young man, and a warm current gushed out, and he couldn't help turbulent in his chest.

"No, I am very moved by your tolerance, but I still have to thank you..."

"No, no, since there is such a fate, we are close friends—ah, your name is Cyril? Merlin! Our names are the same, what a touching fate!"

By the way, are there any wrong words in this sentence?

He has yet to express his opinion on individual words that are easy to be misunderstood, and he is so passionate and unrestrained. Suddenly, the hot-blooded young man burst into tears for some reason, and hugged him even harder.

"friend."

The hot-blooded youth whispered.

Cyril: "Huh? What?"

"I don't mind anything else, there is only one thing, you must tell me..."

It seemed that he suddenly entered an extremely important topic.

I don't know how serious the hot-blooded young man is going to say. Cyril doesn't know why, but he becomes serious: "Please tell me?"

Passionate youth: "Okay, I just want to know."

The atmosphere was exaggerated to an extremely tense level, as if an unspeakable secret would be revealed in the next second.

The hot-blooded youth (in a low voice): "Did I... pass my Potions graduation exam?"

"..."

Cyril (laughs): "Huh?"

Passionate youth: "Oh, don't you know! This is a very, very important matter!"

He finally let go of Cyril, and fell into the memories of the past by himself. At the same time, he clenched his fists with grief and pain, and the tears streaming down from his eyes were indeed hot.

"If it weren't for the Potions course, I would never have been able to pass. Even if I strictly followed the textbook and accurately weighed each material to the gram, the potion that was boiled would have all the effects, and it just didn't match what I wanted... Why did I rush to practice hard behind closed doors in the month before graduation, and was finally blown away by the exploding cauldron!"

Such a sad past, the passionate young man couldn't help crying when he thought of it.

Before being blown away by the cauldron, he was a seventh-year student at a magic academy in England.

I entered school at the age of 11, and I was in the seventh grade. At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I was just able to actively contribute to the magic world.

However, the tragedy is that.

The hot-blooded young man is an excellent student who is qualified in every aspect... There is only potions, only the damn potions that mix this kind of grass, that kind of bug, this arm, that foot!

His magic talent is good, but he doesn't have even a trace of talent, which is allocated to tossing potions.

No matter how hard he worked, secretly tossing, or even accepting the hellish tempering from Professor Poison Tongue in desperation, his potion level failed to improve from negative to positive, and he didn't know how many good crucibles exploded.

Potions was retaken from the first grade, and there was no sign of difficulty passing the retake until the seventh grade.

Because of this amazing deed that is enough to be included in the history of the school, from a hot-blooded boy to a hot-blooded young man, he was ridiculed by his classmates for seven years. In the end, even the most unkind professor couldn't stand it anymore, and said that he didn't want to see him again , Take the credits and get out.

--No! ! !professor!Give me another chance, this time, I will definitely be able to...

——Stop talking nonsense, one more word, and I will stuff Merlin's stinky socks into your mouth.

The above bloody and tearful dialogues have probably been carried out at least five or six times.

Graduation was imminent, and the professor also gave him the opportunity not to continue fighting to the death with potions. As far as the results were concerned, the goal of the hot-blooded youth had indeed been achieved.

but.

He, can't bear it!

If he ran away at the end, what would his seven years of perseverance be?

The hot-blooded young man didn't believe in evil (mainly because he couldn't swallow this breath), and with the determination to retake the course and fail again, he could only repeat the grade in the end, and chose to fight against the potion to the end.

"At that time, I looked at the thousandth crucible that I blew up, and said to myself silently, I have risked everything to buy the crucible and potion ingredients, and I am in debt. If you still fail in potions, I'd rather die—"

"In the end, I really died! Hahaha! Haha, hahahahaha..."

Cyril: "...you, don't be sad..."

Leaving aside the fact that the hot-blooded youth burst into tears with the face of the big villain boss, how strong is the sense of disobedience.

Cyril could hear the endless sadness from the laughter that obviously represented joy, but was depressed little by little.

He said to the hot-blooded youth: "I'm sorry, I know what happened to you, but I don't know how to comfort you. However, at least this matter you are brooding on..."

Fortunately, life is not disgraceful.

After waking up to find himself a different person, it took Cyril a while to fumble around to sort out the situation.

He saw the calendar left by the hot-blooded youth at that time, on which the time of the master's graduation exam was marked with a huge mark.

Because he feels that this is a very important thing for the owner of the body. The soul comes from thousands of years ago, and he is actually an "ancient person". just work.

Therefore, the ancients thousands of years ago showed great perseverance and potential. In just one month, they taught themselves potions from the book left by the owner of the body, and relearned all the teaching materials about magic. .

When the time came, he went back to the body master's school and took the exam for him.

Hearing this, the hot-blooded young man's eyes widened, and the heat in his eyes was almost burning to "his" face.

He swallowed without a trace: "It means, my Potions..."

Cyril nodded: "Passed."

Passionate youth: "Passing... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"But, I'm sorry for you, because I was only exposed to completely new knowledge at that time, and I only helped you pass the exam, and didn't get a higher grade..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Also, cough... I also helped you pay off the debt you owed when you purchased the materials. When confirming whether there are any other debts, I took your things without permission. Please..."

--forgive.

The last two words that reached the edge of the tooth could not be uttered, because the passionate young man couldn't hold back his excitement that he was about to fly to the sky.

He burst into tears on the spot, hugged him up again, and almost threw Cyril, who was using his lack of exercise, to the ground.

"Oh! My friend, you must be the elf sent by the great Merlin to save me!"

"..."

"In terms of elves, are you a fairy? Just like the fairy in the lake who blessed the knight Lancelot in the legend. I didn't expect that I could also be treated like a legendary figure."

God knows how the hot-blooded young man thought of this, anyway, he was very serious: "If it is, I will propose to you right now. The same name, wonderful fate, plus Merlin's blessing, we will be happy! Ah, such a Say, the name should be Celie, right?"

Cyrillic:"…………"

At this moment, the expression on the blond youth's face was indescribable.

He didn't know what to say for a while.

You can find several entry points in one fell swoop, because there are too many, but you don't know which one to mention first.

Could it be that where did he reveal information that would easily make people misunderstand that he looks like a girl?I think should not be.

Oh, the most pressing question right now is this:

"... May I ask, why do you always keep that name on your lips? Yes, it is - Merlin."

"Oh, Merlin is a legendary great wizard. It is said that he studied in our school."

The hot-blooded young man explained casually that the legend of King Arthur is also very famous in the world of wizards, and Merlin has become the object of admiration and adoration by the younger generations because of his high popularity.Even to show respect, people also piggybacked his name into the catchphrase.

For example:

Merlin's beard.

Merlin's smelly socks.

Merlin's...

"My professor constantly threatened to stuff Merlin's stinky sock in my mouth."

The passionate young man is willing to share his personal experience: "Actually, I admire the legendary Merlin very much."

"...Yes, yes."

"But even if it is the wizard Merlin who is regarded as an idol in life, or the stinky socks of the white-bearded grandfather, I will still refuse—"

"..."

"Then, this lovely little friend."

A dark voice... No, it sounds bright and bright, but somehow it feels like a deep voice appears from behind.

The deep voice said: "Can you, quickly, quickly, immediately, remove your hand from the waist of your idol boyfriend?"

Passionate youth: "..."

"……Who?!"

The hot-blooded young man let go of his mouth disobediently, because before he knew who the owner of the voice was, he felt that what he was touching was his own body, and there was nothing he couldn't touch, so he was very confident.

What's more, he didn't hit a single word in one breath.

what? What?Where did this guy actually claim to be his idol in life?

His idol in life, the guide of King Arthur, the king's mentor, the symbol of wisdom - but the legendary great wizard who should have been turned into ashes long ago, how can he be allowed to be impersonated by unknown people who pop up casually? !

This hot-blooded (or a bit naturally dull) young man immediately decided to expose the true face of the imposter for the idol.

He looked back sharply, and saw that the person standing behind was really an unknown person who popped up at random. Except for his white hair, he didn't resemble the great Merlin at all. He didn't even match the image of the old man. It was really a disguise. Too much failure!

"Who are you!"

The hot-blooded young man glared at the overly handsome fake Merlin in front of him, before he could make a righteous declaration, he floated up.

Well, it is "Gone with the Wind" in the true sense.

All the strength of resistance was dissolved silently, and his body floated up uncontrollably, dangling in mid-air as if weightless.

The cold wind just passed by, and pushed him to float forward unsteadily. He was dazed for a while, and when he regained consciousness, he floated more than ten meters away.

The hot-blooded youth: "...Huh? Huh??!"

His exclamation was weakened by the distance of more than ten meters, and when it came, it was not so loud.

"Fake Merlin" took his place logically.

"Hey, why did you borrow the body of such a young man?"

The following content is omitted: the original owner of the body is such a fool, the smart, sensitive and gentle Duke should also be careful not to be assimilated by the influence.

The expression of the white-haired magician was not very friendly.

This is still the appearance after softening the original expression a lot when facing the one he loves.Just now when he saw "Bai Lan" making out with his lover (not at all), the magician's expression was even worse than this.

White hair, purple eyes, grinning... Sigh, there are too many elements.

But fortunately, he could only be secretly jealous in his heart, not daring to show such obvious emotions on his face.

So, after bending down and lightly pulling up his lover who was knocked to the ground by the foolish young man, the magician sighed, and his expression was a little softer than before, only mixed with a small part of dissatisfaction.

"He brought all the dirt and ashes to you, here, and here..."

"It's just a small thing, it's okay."

"Oh, you don't like the feeling of getting dirty on your body, I know it. It's just that you are especially tolerant to this kid... You also got a little bit on your face, how did he touch it?"

"What do I think, your tone is weird."

Although it is an exaggeration, it does emit a sour smell.

The magician beat around the bush, trying to express his dissatisfaction in a tactful manner: what is the fool doing so close to him, if he talks, he should talk well, why hug him?

Cyril didn't seem to understand his true meaning: "Are you tired? Well, I used spells to assist Tsuna, and if the magic power is consumed too much, I will be very tired. Then you have a good rest, I still have something to say here, You can go back by yourself."

Of course the magician had to say that he was not tired at all: "No, no, no, I'm fine, please let me stay here."

Cyril: "Okay."

He has no reason to drive the magician away, so he generally just treats Lord Merlin as non-existent.But often at this time, Your Excellency Merlin will not let himself become truly non-existent, and always have to find something for himself that can show his sense of existence.

At this moment, the magician chose to try to approach, raised his hand, and wiped off a little stain that really got on the fair face of the blond-haired young man.

Cyril noticed.

His expression remained unchanged, he only planned to tilt his head slightly to avoid the intimacy that His Excellency Merlin couldn't hold back.

However, here they stretched out their hands and turned their heads, and they haven't spoken each other's lines yet.

"and many more!!!"

The third person who was supposed to drift away honestly, unexpectedly drifted back at this time unwilling to be lonely.

The hot-blooded young man was still excited, and opened his mouth to yell: "Hey! Don't play hooligans on me! I am an upright person, a guy who pretends to be Merlin, why are you touching my face?"

His words are correct and his accent is full of righteousness. The words he said are naturally very shocking, and he has received several echoes.

however.

True. Legendary character. Mentor of King Arthur. Just a magician, not a wizard. Very young and not an old man at all. Merlin: "..."

"Kids are really interesting, I didn't touch your face."

"Who said no, the body is mine, isn't that my face!"

"...Well, what you said is very reasonable, but I can't refute it."

Merlin turned his head: "Honey, I really can't figure out what that person was thinking to put you here with this silly boy."

The passionate young man who tried to make himself float back against the wind with a dog planer also turned his head: "Oh, friend, don't talk to this impostor. I suspect that he has evil intentions and wants to use the name of a great wizard to deceive you!"

"Sorry, I'm Merlin himself."

"Heh! You don't even have a beard and smelly socks, who are you kidding?"

"Who told you Merlin had to have a beard—wait, socks?!"

"Anyway, even if the great Merlin is not an old man, he can't be as flashy as you, and he is not wise or serious at all."

"..."

The magician fell silent.

His hands were inexplicably itchy, and there was an urge to take out the holy sword and slap this person.

The hot-blooded youth is ready to move.

He consciously saved his idol's reputation, and he has the idea of ​​continuing to argue for [-] rounds.

Cyril: "...All right."

"You all, stop arguing."

Obviously, he is not the oldest among the three, but he is here, and he is set off to be the most mature and stable one.

Ignore the magician (Merlin: ???).

Cyril said: "Let's not talk about anything else, Cyril...it's a bit weird to be called that. But."

"I want to know how your soul got into Bailan Jesso's body."

"Before this, his consciousness should be dominant, and he didn't seem to notice you?"