I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

This is a question that should have been asked in the first place.

Although it is delayed until now, it is not too late.

Because the passionate young man who was still eager to try to compete with "Fake Merlin" heard this, and immediately fell into deep thought.

During the process of contemplation, his expression became as deep and dignified as a stone sculpture, somewhat similar to the real Bailan Jesso, as if a terrifying cloud was brewing in his heart.

"Well, how did I end up in this field..."

Mixing with the villainous big boss who tried to destroy the world, he was just a little bit close to being turned into ashes with the big boss...

No, there seems to be a lot of doubts here?

The passionate young man's eyes lit up, as if he had found the answer from his memory.

Cyril was looking at him expectantly.

However, the hot-blooded youth: "I don't know either!"

"........."

"Well, because I floated wherever I wanted like before, and I didn't pay attention to how I got into this body at all."

The passionate young man held his chin, at least he gave a fairly clear background introduction before the listeners despaired of him.

He roughly narrated to the two of Cyril what happened after he left the original.

The source, of course, was the tragic explosion of the cauldron.

The passionate young man faced the explosion and lost consciousness on the spot after being blown away.

He should have died in this accident, but a red-haired passerby (yes, that passerby really claimed to be so) did something to keep his soul, and then, beat him Had a negotiation.

The negotiation was to temporarily borrow his body and use it as a container to nourish another broken soul. It wouldn't take too long for him to return his alive and healthy body.

Resurrection is of course an important content included in the compensation conditions. In addition, the red hair also gave an additional compensation plan, such as pinching him a body to use first, sending him to travel to other worlds, and giving him enough money. Travel funds and more.

At that time, the hot-blooded young man was in a trance of "Wow, I actually blew myself up." At the first thought, he and the potion did not match up to such a situation, and he was even more disheartened. It doesn't matter what kind of body or resurrection No, he just wanted to leave this sad place.

The "travel" proposed by the red hair moved his heart, but he didn't want the red hair to pinch a body for him to use.

"I still have to go back in the end. The new body that I squeezed out can only be wasted. It's a pity. Let's forget it, oh, yes... It will allow me to travel around, and it will also make others feel uncomfortable. Is there a way to ignore me as a ghost? No, it doesn’t matter, I’m fine floating by myself.”

Although he has a carefree personality, he must have realized immediately that this strange red-haired man is by no means an ordinary person.

Although he was talking about discussing with him, the hot-blooded young man knew in his heart that he was already dead, and it would be nice to be alive, how could he be so cheeky as to take advantage of others.

Therefore, he didn't stick to the details at all. Whether it was a ghost or something, as long as he could quickly leave this miserable world where potions existed, he would be extremely happy.

"Well, yes, you can see this kind of plan, can you accept it?"

Sure enough, the redhead was very resourceful, and readily agreed to fulfill his wish.

So, under the circumstances that he didn't even think of, the passionate young man started a very free and fresh travel life without spending his own money to pay for the accommodation.

He, who only has a soul, can put himself into the body of someone who is pleasing to the eye during the process of drifting with the wind, which is equivalent to borrowing.

Of course, let me explain first, he is definitely not a Bawang guest who doesn't say hello in advance.

Before floating in, passionate young people will communicate with others in advance, and only after getting permission, they will happily move in.

The hot-blooded young man has a unique eye for picking people. People he likes are usually very interesting, and he will not be frightened by the ghosts that suddenly float over, nor will he treat him as a bad ghost and resist him. He drives away.

He got along well with the original owner of his body, and he didn't have to do anything himself. It was natural and relaxing to watch other people's lives with curiosity. He had greeted the original owner, and he could come out occasionally to breathe, so he didn't feel bored at all.

On such a refreshing day, the passionate young man is so happy that he doesn't want to leave, and he can't remember how many years he has been wandering outside.

He has an almost blind confidence in the red hair, believing that the other party will not lie to him, so he will not worry about being frightened.It's just that when I think about it occasionally, I will be a little curious about the person who borrowed my body, and nothing else.

In this way, after a long time...

For some reason, he floated over the base of the Mirufiore family.

The world is full of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood. The hot-blooded youth doesn't like it very much, and wanted to run away early.

But suddenly his eyes went dark, his soul went numb, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was rubbed into a small ball that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, and he was forced to shrink in a dark corner, unable to move or get out .

The soul of the hot-blooded youth was imprisoned inexplicably.

This so-called "prison" is the body of Bran Jesso himself.

At that time, the BOSS who was doing big things while eating marshmallows didn't realize his existence at all, so the hot-blooded youth survived.

The control of the body rests entirely with Bai Lan herself. The hot-blooded young man cherishes life, and it is impossible to bravely snatch it from the original owner of the body.

What's more troublesome is that not only this point, but also other aspects completely restrict him.

He can no longer see everything in the outside world with the eyes of the original owner of his body, and all perceptions are blocked—oh, except for the sweetness of cotton candy.Bai Lan especially likes marshmallows, so that the smell of marshmallows soaks her body and mind, and it smokes the hot-blooded young people who don't like sweets enough, it's really worse than death.

Can't see or hear, the dark world only has the lingering smell of cotton candy, this day can't be passed.

The hot-blooded youth can no longer get excited in this kind of broken place, and after only a few days, his soul is sluggish.

For the safety of his life, he had to forcibly hypnotize himself to be autistic, completely shielded his consciousness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Neither Prynne's actions nor outside developments since then—well, he couldn't have seen it anyway—had nothing to do with the hapless soul in the villain's shell.

The hot-blooded youth has been "sleeping" until now, which is when Cyril rescued him at a critical moment and woke him up.

Ask him about the process in the middle, and why he drifted to Bai Lan.

"I'm sorry." The hot-blooded young man was very ashamed: "I also feel strange, obviously I didn't do anything."

His expression was extraordinarily innocent.

In the confusion, there is also the indignation that an insignificant person was brutally persecuted.

After hearing this, Cyril murmured: "Bai Lan's own soul has disappeared, so you can control this body. Even if you want to ask him, you have no chance..."

"Hey, it doesn't matter." The hot-blooded young man returned to his carefree nature when he was out of danger, and said directly: "Anyway, the matter is over, ah, it's good to be alive, thank you for waking me up."

He tried his best to thump several times, and finally got rid of the magic that could only float in mid-air, and his feet landed on the ground.Among them, there is no shortage of magicians who are speechless to this human fool.

However, the next moment.

The passionate young man proved with practical actions that it was wrong to show mercy to his subordinates.

He landed, jumped a few times, and seemed to feel quite comfortable.Then he jumped again and went straight to Cyril.

"Uh... um... Huh?"

Wearing Bailan's shell, the hot-blooded young man approached unexpectedly, and Bailan's face was in front of Cyril's eyes, with a distance of no more than one centimeter.

Cyrillic:"!"

His thoughts were interrupted, he was slightly frightened, and for a moment he thought that the white-haired purple eyes that were so close belonged to another person who was indeed there.

After being stunned for a moment, Cyril realized that it was the original owner of the body who was looking at him seriously.

The hot-blooded youth hummed for a while.

Next to him, Merlin of the same color as him (currently) stared at him quite vigilantly. He wanted to throw the silly boy a hundred meters away several times, but he resisted the urge.

The magician only had a smirk and asked, "My little friend, isn't this your own face? What's so interesting about it?"

— Stay away from my Cyril!

The hot-blooded young man was still humming, and he didn't know if he was answering: "No, um... It's really different..."

Cyril (facial muscles tense): "Well, please, what... is different?"

It's okay if you don't say this, the voice just fell.

The hot-blooded young man leaned back suddenly: "It's different! It's my face, but it's completely different from how I looked in the mirror before."

"It turns out that 'I' can also be so gentle!"

Cyril: "...Huh?"

Probably some string was stimulated. In short, the hot-blooded young man burst into tears again: "I don't know what happened, but I was so touched suddenly. Looking at it, I feel that my tortured heart has been healed. A long time ago, I must have seen someone familiar..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

"Huh? Why would I say that?" The young man who was especially excited was stunned. He didn't dare to suffocate and stretched out his hand, but he touched the water stains on his hand.

Obviously, he was also at a loss in his heart: "Huh? Although I was really touched, but... did I really cry?"

Anyone who thinks about it will feel that even if they are really moved by the quiet side that "I" never had, it's not like this.

"you……"

Cyril was also a little at a loss.

The other Cyril began to cry in front of him, as if for no reason.But miraculously, he could feel real sadness from the other party's equally helpless words and expressions.

Where does this sadness come from?

It's like... coming out from a very, very deep place.

It seems that they are so far apart that they are dissolved by the long distance, and what is passed on and inherited is only the "root" that will not be forgotten by future generations.

—he seemed to be affected too.

There was a slight shock in the mind for a while, and it took a long time to calm down.And Cyril suppressed his grievances, and subconsciously wanted to pass, at least to give comfort to the young man in front of him who was inexplicably sad.

but.

"Do you remember, that one—well, the red hair in your mouth, did you mention anything else when he offered to borrow your body?"

The magician who was waiting next to him spoke at this moment.

Merlin didn't let Cyril pass by, and asked directly before that: "He should be able to explain why you use your body to nourish that broken soul. There must be an inevitable connection, why is it you , there is something special about you."

Just as Cyril was about to speak, he saw the stern-looking magician shaking his head silently, with a different solemnity in his eyes.

He said to Cyril again: "I have been wondering about this for a long time. It would be great if my clairvoyance could see the past. Although I really believe in that one, but... um, um, since I am with you If you are concerned, there should be no slack, and you still have to ask clearly."

Merlin was serious.

In my impression, I rarely see him look so serious... But thinking about it again, although the number of times is rare, I should have seen him.

Cyril was slightly startled, he didn't know whether he was surprised by the magician's rare serious tone, or he was really persuaded by the magician, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, after all, he acquiesced to the inquiry.

And the hot-blooded youth here.

"Well, the redhead said..."

As if reminded, the passionate young man who was not only careless but also had a not-so-good memory was stunned for a moment.

Some details that he had accidentally forgotten resurfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help being silent, his eyebrows were twisted together, and the consciousness that sank into it began to carefully search for the content he wanted.

found it!

"Ah, the counterfeit is right. At that time, the red hair seemed to have said something more. I felt inexplicable at the time. I didn't understand it, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Oh, what was it talking about... "

"My ancestor was a loyal knight. He made an oath that even if he died, his descendants would serve his master who died young. This oath became some kind of...a contract? Probably this It means that the contract is mixed in the blood and flows in every descendant of the knight."

"So." The more he said, the more he was stunned, and at the end, the passionate young man with his eyes widened suddenly looked at Cyril again, and he was completely stunned: "He said, use my body to nourish the soul that is connected by a contract, is the only way to get rid of it?" It is the most suitable—what, the master of my ancestors, is that what he said!"

"Cyril! Ahhhhh, is that you!"

"..."

The rhetorical question with great shock did not get a timely answer.

Because, when Cyril heard this, his heart was already slightly shaken, and he fell into the time thousands of years ago in an instant.

—Cyril, you...

Someone whispered something in his ear, as if calling his name, but he couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

If he had followed the subconscious action, Cyril should have immediately grabbed the shoulder of the surprised young man, and looked at him again.

……wrong.

He couldn't see the young man's soul directly through the body of others.What was even more unbelievable was that the body he had been borrowing never reminded him of a loyal knight who had served him.

The law did not clarify the identity of the knight, but even so, Cyril still thought of a person at the first time.

When he was Cyril, Duke of Cornwall.

During his lifetime, the duke formed a private cavalry corps to better manage the territory and provide assistance to the king who fought against foreign enemies on the front line.

Not counting his nephews, Glenn, who was the same age as him at that time, was the No. 1 brave man he selected from among the commoners and bestowed the title of knight.

After that, Glenn became his knight commander, leading the knight regiment.

From the day he became the duke's knight until the duke passed away due to illness, the knight captain Glenn has been waiting for the duke of Cornwall in the castle where the flowers bloomed and withered.

Cyril still remembered that Glenn had a restrained personality, and he was always concerned about the status gap between the lord and the knight, the noble and the commoner. He had great respect for him, but he kept a distance and did not dare to get too close to him.Cyril tried a few times, but seeing that Glenn was getting more and more uncomfortable, he had no choice but to give up.

on the other hand.

Although Glenn didn't like to talk, and rarely showed his emotions, he never had to worry about the things entrusted to him, and the silent knight could do them perfectly.

Cyril has the trust in him that he can entrust everything behind him to him.

that's the truth.

Lingering on the sick bed, after feeling that his time was short, Cyril called the knight captain to the bed, wrote a will, and carefully distributed all the property left by him after his death.

He left the largest part of the inheritance to Glenn, and asked Glenn to use it to take care of the refugees who remained in the territory.

Since then...

It's over.

If the life of the Duke of Cornwall has not yet risen to the highest point, it will be silently withered fireworks.

He felt that he didn't leave anything to remember, maybe the property could still play a role, and if it was useful, he could still feel relieved.

After rebirth, in the information that can be found, whether the inheritance has reflected the value is already unknown.

However, Cyril still believed that the Knight Commander would properly complete the last entrustment left by him, just like before.

For Glenn...

"I just said thank you to him, but this level is not enough. I didn't expect that Glenn would actually—"

Cyril couldn't help feeling remorseful.

He was indeed full of gratitude to the knight commander, but he couldn't help feeling guilty, because he let this knight who could have defected to a better lord, but gave his loyalty to an incompetent master like him delay a good time.

At that time, he was already very ill, and it was enough to say a few words, and he was exhausted by insisting on writing the will by hand.

Should have said more.

For example, tell the knight that he has also arranged a way out for him. When the affairs in the territory are settled, the knight can take the letter of introduction he left and go to King Arthur like Gawain and the others. immeasurable.

Or, you can speak your mind.

Try to hold the knight's hand tightly, and say to him, Glenn, I can no longer express in a few words how much you have helped me over the years.

'You are my knight, and I regard you as a brother.I'm sorry, if I'm destined to be one step ahead, I hope that you can have a better future and more glorious glory. These are things you can get, but I can't let you get them. "

—So, did you get it?

If he could see the Knight Commander goodbye, Cyril would definitely ask impatiently.

It's just, it's possible.

Because he didn't see that familiar name in King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table in the later books, he was confused, and seemed to have noticed something, and it was difficult to say it for a while.

"..."

The strange thing is that the passionate young man, who is the descendant of the knight captain, became dazed for no reason after he was excited.

I don't know the reason, but after only staying for a short while, the young man suddenly came back to his senses.

It was at this time that Cyril noticed that the young man's gaze towards him seemed to be mixed with a small trace of complicated emotions that hadn't been seen before.

"Hey, no wonder they hit each other so well, they have the same name, and they bumped into each other so coincidentally...So that's how it is, that's how it is."

The hot-blooded youth seemed to be inexplicably lost, but soon regained his spirits.

He asked enthusiastically: "Hello, my ancestor's immediate boss! Your soul... Hey, it sounds really painful to be broken, is it better? Can I help you?"

"Hmm... ummm, I feel better."

To be honest, I should feel nothing at all.

Cyril's soul was still eroded by the curse, and the situation did not ease because he entered this body...

However, he still chose to believe in the red-haired youth, so he was firm in his heart.

Glenn's descendants said generously again: "Since it's a gentle raising, let's raise it for a while. I'm very happy and free, and I'm not in a hurry."

"Haha, okay. My benefactor is not here, and I don't know how to return my body to you."

Hearing these words, Cyril finally showed a little smile.

Now he just thinks that the child looks more and more cuter, um, even if the face covered with white hair is still dirty, he is still so cute.

The hands were a little itchy, shaking for some reason...

Then he touched the top of the young man's white-haired head.

Cyril (surprised): "!"

Passionate youth: "..."

Cyril: "Sorry, I accidentally..."

He quickly wanted to shrink his hand.

However, the hot-blooded young man suddenly laughed and rubbed against his hand very naturally.

"Ah, the care from the elders, I miss it so much! Hahaha, I'm sorry, the master of the ancestors, I'm too short, don't dislike me, it may be inconvenient to touch."

Well, that's right, affected by his height, the hot-blooded youth drooped his head exaggeratedly at this time.

"Oh! No, I don't feel disgusted..."

"Hahaha~"

"Cough cough!"

"Hmm... your hair... is fine, um, thank you..."

"Yo yo, my face is so red—"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Noisy and sudden coughing sounds kept coming in, as if forcibly swearing his own sense of existence.

Cyril's gaze was slightly slanted, but he didn't turn away obviously.

On the contrary, the enthusiastic young man who was happy to recognize the "master of the ancestors" turned his head and looked at it openly:

"are you sick?"

Merlin, who was ignored, said, "No. I just want to mention, do you want to stay in Bailan Jesso's body now, or do you want to change places?"

"Huh?" The hot-blooded young man felt that this guy was really strange, and it was fine if something was wrong with him, and he spoke loudly, as if he wanted to be the master to solve the problem for him.

However, he still replied: "Of course it's a change of place. They were almost killed, which means that the owner of this body is not a good person. I don't want to stay and clean up the mess for him. Maybe I will have to be killed again... ..."

——Shuh.

Only the unfinished lingering sound is still lingering unwillingly.

The hot-blooded young man was thrown somewhere by the stingy magician with renewed jealousy.

Moreover, facing Cyril's helpless gaze of "what are you doing?"

The magician leaned over very aggrieved, just like that silly boy, and lowered his head.

"...you, what stimulated you?"

"No."

"Then you...?"

"I... oh. Here comes another one, huh...forget it."

The magician made a strange faltering noise.

"I also have white hair, and it's fluffy and easy to touch. You said it yourself."

"so--"

Don't touch others... lah.