I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Your Excellency Merlin... Did he take the wrong medicine again?

Forgive me, Cyril doesn't want to speculate on him like that.

He lowered his head and leaned over again, as if showing an expression of anticipation—I'm sorry, I don't understand, I don't know what he wants to do at all.

Therefore, Cyril would not admit that he was a little annoyed by the magician's behavior of throwing the good boy into the sky. He did raise his hand, but instead of touching it, he held the furry boy who came close to him without changing his expression. Head poked open.

"Distance." He kindly reminded again: "It's more than the distance of [ordinary friends]. Your Excellency Merlin, please respect yourself!"

"What, do you want to implement this setting..."

Merlin seemed unwilling to be poked open.

Cyril didn't hit hard, after all, he only used one finger.

However, looking at the little hair on the top of the magician's head that was obviously not pressed down, but suddenly drooped and sluggish, um...

"I'm not kidding you."

Cyril spoke earnestly, his gaze moved imperceptibly slightly.

That's right, at this moment, he should keep his annoyance towards Lord Merlin.But—why, the strange sense of pleasure that had appeared in my heart before, how did it quietly stick out again?

The pitiful and aggrieved appearance of the magician made him very interesting...

No, this interest in taking pleasure in the sorrows of others is wrong!What's wrong with him, he can't fall——

Ok……

If he really fell uncontrollably, it must be the fault of His Excellency Merlin!

……

Merlin obviously didn't know how much tangled psychological struggle his dear Cyril had for a short while in front of him.

In the end, he gave up on himself (no, it should be said that he was forced to cross the psychological barrier that has been unable to break through) and came to a conclusion that was quite unfavorable to him.

There is no way around this, no matter whether it is sooner or later, sooner or later we will reach this step.

However, the mage who is still humming has not yet noticed the arrival of the sweet crisis (?).

"Even if we are really just ordinary friends, sometimes we can be a little closer, for example..."

"For example, you can also..."

"..."

Very magical.

As he spoke, the magician's voice, which had been dazzled by jealousy before, became softer and quieter, and it didn't take long before it suddenly disappeared.

After waiting for a while, he spoke again, but his voice was inexplicably erratic.

"...Cyril, what are you doing here?"

This is a question that can't help but be a little cautious after successively experiencing emotions such as bewilderment, surprise, pondering, or bewilderment.

There is still some possibility of leading to a good direction, but Merlin didn't dare to think too much, lest he over-interpret it again, and end up having a lot of joy in the end.

So, I can only ask.

Cyril: "No."

If it was before, the Duke, who had never done this kind of thing, would definitely not be able to hide his guilty conscience. Even if he controlled his expression, he would still tremble uncontrollably when he raised his arm that had not been put down again.

However, now Cyril - improved!

Even when His Excellency Merlin watched Zi Youyou's eyes, he didn't panic at all, his manner was elegant and his expression was calm.

It was as if the person who pressed the stupid hair on the top of the magician's head just now was not him, but someone else.

"I saw that there seemed to be some dust on your head, so I helped you clean it."

Merlin: "..."

No, it's not right, if the hair is really covered with ashes, it shouldn't be just pressing and pressing slowly with your fingers.

Coincidentally, there was a sticky hair sticking up, and the hairy Nightmare, who claimed to be furry, was pressed so that her scalp was numb, from head to toe.

In addition to feeling uncomfortable, I also felt that my heart was soaked in softness...

"Ok?"

Cyril raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any opinions?"

Merlin shivered and shook his head quickly: "No, no, no."

Opinions or something, of course I dare not have wow!

But he still looked over, with a smile on his lips as if he had seen through something.

Under such gazes, Cyril's expression still didn't change much - but in subtle places, his own line of sight moved sideways bit by bit until it was perfectly staggered with the magician's eyes.

"Well, that's fine, after all, I don't want to cause misunderstanding."

He said solemnly, forcibly controlling his expression, so that the magician could not see that he was amused by this very childish behavior.

"Yes, I didn't misunderstand." Merlin didn't seem to think much, but he was also serious: "Then why don't you touch it again... Oh no, see if there is any ashes?"

This time there is no need for Cyril to be impulsive, the magician who really felt a little sweet in his heart bowed his head consciously, and wanted to move forward again——

Cyril refused seriously: "No, it's already very clean."

Merlin was very disappointed: "Really! Then, do you want to give me a hug—"

"Neither."

Stretch out your arms to create distance.The blond young man frowned slightly, and looked over with a suspicious look of "Don't you find it awkward?"

"Don't tell me, you're going to say those four sad words again, Cyril!" Merlin was so nervous that he could almost think of the next four words coming out of his lover's mouth.

However, Cyril shook his head: "I don't understand what you are talking about, but..."

"I just wanted to remind you kindly."

"Eh?"

"What you see, touch, and embrace are not exactly 'me', but Glenn's descendants. After all, the body belongs to him, and I just borrow it temporarily."

"……Eh?"

As if he had predicted what Cyril was going to say, Merlin's handsome face suddenly became extremely stiff.

As long as Cyril says one more word, his fragile (in fact, nonexistent) heart will not be able to withstand the cruel blow, and it will shatter to the ground...

And Cyril really didn't show mercy, and continued without changing his expression:

"So, the one you kissed before was actually..."

Merlin (crashing): "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Although heartbroken and dizzy, the cunning magician forcibly covered the unbearable facts revealed with his screams.

Indeed, I didn't say that at all, it's all because Merlin didn't think about it at the time. In fact, he has always been the descendant of his love rival indirectly...

Oh no, let's not talk about it, let these terrible memories be sealed, broken, and scattered with the wind!

Merlin refused to admit it, and even more refused to face reality.

At this time, if you want to do it a little more cruelly, as long as you say one or two key words on purpose, the magician will fall into the dilemma of going crazy and wanting to lose his memory or escape back to Avalon to be autistic.

Well……

Fortunately, Cyril is the kindest person, so he won't do such a great job.

"So, keep your distance?"

"Keep... let's..."

The helpless Merlin showed despair, and at the end, he muttered in a low voice: "Before you turn back into my amiable and respectable Your Excellency the Duke..."

——Really, persistent.

Cyril also silently made a judgment in his heart, but in view of his inexplicably relieved mood, he decided not to waste time with His Excellency Merlin.

"Well, where did you leave that boy? I haven't finished talking to him yet."

Moreover, Cyril still misses his knight commander. Even if he can't reunite with the old man, at least he can talk to the descendants of the old man, and he can still get a little comfort in his heart: "I can have a meal together later, and I will There are some things I want to ask him."

Merlin: "..."

The magician remained silent for a while.

Cyril turned his eyes, and the hint in his eyes should have been conveyed.

Merlin received it.

However, he may not be able to reveal the complex emotions that are constantly surging in his heart at this moment, and he can only reluctantly hide it in his heart together with the impulsive "because it is you inside, so I ignore other things".

Ugh……

"Jealousy" is actually a special psychology that coexists with "love".

From the moment "love" was born, "jealousy" has existed at the same time, but it was hidden very deeply at first, and it was not obvious. Only with the passage of time and the superposition of love, it will expand more and more. At certain moments , Fill all the gaps in the heart with shadows.

Merlin who is not human would not understand.

However, the exception inevitably appeared when he developed feelings for an unusual being.

At that time, he hadn't realized that he had been affected by the dead Duke, bothered by a dull pain, but he didn't think about it deeply.

There are still a few years before the war ends, and most of the time, the magician is watching Arthur's progress.

There are no uncertain factors that would affect the "result" with a high probability. Although there was a wave of ups and downs in the middle, under the vast background of history, these ups and downs are just a small cluster of waves that have not yet been stirred up. Big deal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but was also puzzled that he seemed to be blocked sometimes.Then, they will run away quietly under the pretext of relaxing—where are they going?

An ordinary village that has not been affected by the war is the usual choice, because there are girls he likes to tease, which is much more interesting than staying in Avalon, where there are only flowers and fairies.

However, Merlin subconsciously avoided the above two choices.

It seems that he hasn't been to any place for a long time. The exact time can be traced back to when he started to go to a quiet castle and visit the owner of the castle habitually.

Now that the owner of the castle is gone, if he ran over without permission, he might bump into the woman who still surviving in this era and make him feel terrified. The danger is extremely high.

But Merlin actually went quietly.

Of course, he didn't approach, but just turned around within the territory of the castle owner.Afterwards, it was natural to see grief, as if everyone who could be seen had an indelible sadness on their faces.

Instead of mourning for themselves who lost the benevolent lord, they were mourning for the dead, and more mourning for the dead.

Not to mention how mixed feelings the magician had because of this indirect sadness that hit his heart, he walked slowly and aimlessly, and on the way, he met a person who he only had a little impression of before.

That little impression was accumulated because this person was the knight commander of the dead duke, and he would bump into him occasionally when he came to visit.

You can't blame him, the knight is really a person with a weak sense of existence.

His strength is good, and he is dedicated to doing things, otherwise he would not stand out from the common people and become the knight commander of the duke who is highly valued by the king.

But this young man is especially seldom talking, he can barely hold back a few more words when facing the Duke, and at other times, he hides his handsome face under a dull expression, so that people can glance at him , will look away because he sees that this is a boring man, and don't care.

In other words, no matter how you look at it, this knight looks ordinary and does not attract the interest of the magician.

Probably because of this, Merlin didn't go forward to greet the human knight who probably had something to talk about.Although his external personality has always been gentle and amiable.

So, stop at a distance.

The magician watched the man who didn't have a prominent presence walk into the crowd, and announced something to the crowd of people——

I don't want to recall the specific content.Merlin didn't want to relive his feelings at that time.

Anyway, it was to deal with the funeral for the Duke.In this matter, the Cavaliers are still as unrelenting as ever.

Nothing to worry about.

It's just such a matter of course, trivial things that can't be faulted.

I just remember that at that time, he just cast his eyes without emotion, and his heart was inexplicably cold. It wasn't until shortly after that, when an unexpected scene happened to catch his eyes, that Bingshuang was moved.

But not melting.

'Angry... can this be summed up in one label?It doesn't seem to be quite appropriate. '

Merlin thought, there should be deeper factors than that.

It was only in the long silence that he suddenly broke through, and back then, he could only capture the most prominent of the complex emotions.

After dealing with the Duke's behest, the knight, who was still taciturn, but whose footsteps seemed to be much heavier than when he came, returned alone, and came to the silent cemetery where there was no one but himself.

In the narrow path between the tombstones, most of the rotten flowers and leaves still remain, which proves that not long ago, there was a short bustling here.

The funeral of the Duke, the knight's former lord, was held here.

The funeral was not organized by him, but by the duke's nephew who arrived a few days late.

Those people stayed for a while in the castle that seemed to have become silent overnight. Before they left, they asked the knight to follow them to meet the king.The duke didn't forget him, and wanted to give him another chance to find another master.

The results are already obvious.

The knight corps was disbanded, and the knight who was no longer the knight commander rejected a brighter future and chose to stay here.

The crowd that once came to lay flowers in front of the gray tombstone has already dispersed, and the dead flowers and leaves that have been trampled into the soil have also decayed.

But the knight often came to visit the former owner in the cemetery.

This matter, perhaps only the old housekeeper who vaguely saw some clues—and, the magician who happened to witness this scene knew.

The ordinary knight, silent, dull, and only at the end showing inappropriate obstinacy, knelt before the duke's tombstone, alone.

He choked, his shoulders twitched, and he began to cry.

It is precisely because no one will notice that a knight is mourning so much in front of the tombstone, and he, who hides his thoughts tightly, releases all the heaviness he has endured for an unknown number of years.

At this time, the magician hiding in the dark heard the knight's deep voice that he was struggling to suppress.

He said that this is a secret that he dare not tell others anyway.

—The rebellious knight...to the duke...

——Have, love.

That's it.

Merlin seemed to be stunned for a while when he heard that.

He still didn't understand his true mood at the first time.

Realizing that once I think of this human being, I will be bitter about it. It is the same moment when I realize that I also have "love" for the Duke.

And "jealousy".

But it is because of the fact that such an ordinary human being who has not promoted the development of the country and the world can do his best and dedicate his all because of the small and majestic "love" in his heart.

The nameless knight lives, ages, dies, and is overwhelmed by the upending years like anyone else in the world.

The only non-trivial thing he does, is probably...

Perfectly fulfilled, the oath of "guarding the Duke".

How can he do it?

Why would he do such an unrewarding and even more useless thing?

Probably, under the influence of spreading "jealousy", Merlin is also thinking about these issues.

Little by little, I gradually understood.

Therefore, I feel even more unwilling, and feel unreasonably annoyed for not being able to do the same thing.

Even if the rival in love has died long ago, and the lover has returned to the world now.

Thinking of the magician who should have forgotten the past, the ripples in his heart are still rippling, which cannot be calmed down for a long time.

"...Your Excellency Merlin?"

Merlin followed the sound, and reflected his lover's clear eyes with a little doubt in them.

'It's really sad. Is my chance of winning just to live longer and wait until hope returns? '

The thought, too, is tinged with self-deprecating bitterness.

However, he will not be depressed because of this, after all...

"You, what are you in a daze for?"

Cyril's voice was helpless.

He didn't know how long the magician's thoughts stopped thousands of years ago, but he felt that His Excellency Merlin avoided the business that should be done again and again, which was really inconsistent with his code of conduct that prioritized business, which made him feel a little headache.

If he didn't know where the poor boy was thrown, he would have left Lord Merlin behind and left...

Otherwise, even if you don't know, you should take the first step?

Just thinking about whether to implement it altogether, Cyril did not expect that another shock suddenly fell in front of him.

It really fell in front of the "eyes".

"Cyrillic."

It seems that Mr. Magician, who had just promised to keep his distance not long ago, came over again with the cheek.

Cyril was hugged by him.

The magician finally stopped bending down, but his head drooped slightly.

I don't know how many emotions the kiss contained, and lightly brushed the long and thin eyelashes of the blond youth.Because he blinked in surprise, it landed deeper on the trembling eyelids.

Through the thin eyelids, it seemed that what was kissed was the soft and unchanging blue eyes below.

"........."

Cyril was dumbfounded.

Don't know what to say - the promise of condemning the magician didn't actually work for 10 minutes?Isn't this change too fast?

Therefore, the blond young man, who was suddenly harassed, resisted blinking and endured the discomfort of being lightly pricked by the white hair on his cheek, and asked, "Could it be that you don't mind so soon?"

Wasn't it the magician himself who showed a collapsed expression when he remembered that he was hugging someone else?

Cyril couldn't understand His Excellency Merlin's mental journey.

He intended to use this to remind the magician not to regret it later - but the results showed that he once again underestimated the thickness of His Excellency Merlin's skin.

"Mind... there is still a little..."

"Then why do you..."

"Different."

"Eh?"

Cyril suddenly couldn't understand what Merlin was saying.

The embrace of a magician is not unfamiliar.

The floral fragrance that comes with the embrace is also consistent with the impression.

But, this most abrupt kiss.

It's like some kind of imprint, the magician wants to convey something to him, and it's like...

"My greatest chance of winning... No, it's my invincible advantage... Well, it really is this."

"What the hell are you talking about—"

Another kiss fell, like a dragonfly touching water, a gentle touch.

"I will not remain silent. To the human beings I love, to you, I want to praise you with the most beautiful love poems in the world."

"..."

"Dear Your Excellency the Duke."

The magician's lips didn't move away, so he caressed the young man's involuntarily widened eyelids, and whispered the lingering love at a very close distance.

"Even though I've said it countless times, you're bored, I'll still, I'll keep showing you my—love for you."

It is the most stupid behavior to hide the words of confession in your heart.

The nightmare who slowly learned people's hearts is obviously self-taught. He would rather say it a few times and repeat it until his lover is upset, rather than let this heartfelt voice be forgotten.

Emphasize, keep emphasizing... that's all right.

He's no knight, so it makes perfect sense to throw in a little magician-like cunning.

"I……"

"Love-"

It's about to be exported.

but!

"...Can you tell the time and place clearly before talking about these irrelevant things!"

Merlin: "It's a failure before the confession is finished?!"

No wonder it fails.

Cyril blushed with anger - the possibility of embarrassment could not be ruled out.

Facts have proved that every time he softens his heart towards the magician and softens his attitude a little, His Excellency the magician will immediately do something that will make his chest tight, without exception!

"I'm leaving, never see you again!"

He showed no mercy and directly lifted the magician who was blocking the way.The next moment, the angry figure rushed towards the chosen direction.

"Wait? Cyril? Wrong direction—"

"If it's not right, it's not right, it doesn't matter!"

Cyril probably didn't listen to the words.

His steps were hurried and impulsive, he just picked a direction at random, and he didn't realize that he was rushing forward without even knowing the place under the impulsiveness, and he went too far.

When Cyril reacted, he pursed his lips slightly, and stopped hesitantly.

"Wow!"

He stepped into a water-logged sewage pit in the uneven street, splashing black water.

The surrounding scene shows that here is a dark alley similar to a slum.

He is not familiar with the architectural style, but he can tell that it should not be the modern era with many high-rise buildings.

and……

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Just when Cyril looked up.

A drop of rain fell on his eyelids, which still seemed to be extremely hot.