I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Giotto, is the boy's name.

Under the influence of the excessive teacher halo, Cyril felt that this name was very nice, and could be classified on the same level as Gao Wen, Aggressive, Gareth and others.

Giotto, well, Giotto.

He recited it silently a few times with great joy, solemnly remembering the name in his heart.

Only, there is a detail.

Giotto only said his first name, as if deliberately skipping his last name, and never mentioned it.

Whether it was forgotten, or there was something hidden in it, Cyril respected the student's privacy, and would not explore unless the other party took the initiative to tell it.

--Oh, right.

—Giotto, who has not agreed to be his student yet.

The young man was probably shocked by this strange young man who was so familiar that he made him a student as soon as he came up, and he was stunned for a long time without saying a word.

And the answer after that was only Cyril's last question, which was his name.

"What... sir?"

The young Giotto was stunned for a while, then suddenly shook his head vigorously.

After he seemed to shake off the trance feeling all over his head and cleared his head, the boy looked serious: "It is my honor to be favored by you, sir, but...you should, think about it more?"

He expressed the psychological activity of "Although you are my savior, but we have only known each other for less than 10 minutes, it is better to forget it" with his expression and tactful tone.

Cyrillic:"…………"

Was... rejected... Could it be that he was rejected...?

wrong.

In fact, Giotto didn't dislike him, but felt that the development was too fast, and he took advantage of this kind gentleman too much.

Makes sense...you know it all.

Calm down, Cyril can fully understand the boy's thoughts.

But this didn't affect his expression on his face, and he said kindly that it's okay, let's talk about it later-but in fact, he suffered another big blow in his heart after "drinking so badly and making you want to vomit".

OKWell, it's okay.It's all his own fault. He was so anxious when he first came up. It's only natural to scare future students. He should reflect on himself...

Giotto: "...Sir?!"

The young man witnessed with his own eyes that Mr. Kindness, who said it was okay, was silent immediately, packing all the items to be carried into a big bag like a hill in one go, and the back suddenly made people feel very lonely, as if surrounded by invisible shadows.

He wasn't frightened before, but he was really frightened at this time.

"Huh? Oh, it's okay. I put a little magic on the package. It looks like the weight is exaggerated, but it's not heavy at all."

Cyril returned to his senses in time and explained with a smile.

Giotto: "Magic?"

"Well, magic."

"It doesn't seem to be the kind I thought..."

Hearing the word "magic" again, the boy's eyes fell on the hill-shaped luggage, and the divine light in his eyes couldn't help flickering.

At this time, he still didn't know what kind of magical power he was facing.

But even so, no matter what kind of system it belongs to, as long as it is a powerful and unknown force, when it is reflected in the eyes of people who have come into contact with "mystery" for the first time and have the potential for further contact, there will be extreme tension between the two. Fantastic attraction.

Giotto was affected by this spontaneous attraction in his heart, so that he was a little dazed for a while.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Cyril said casually.

Cough cough, let me declare first, he definitely didn't intend to use magic to lure the ignorant boy to be his disciple.Even if Giotto still doesn't want to be his student, he will teach him——

"Well, I almost forgot, it depends on whether you have a magic circuit. Just check it later, okay, let's go."

"... yes, sir."

Giotto's eyes seemed to inadvertently brighten up.For the first time, the mysterious power left a deep imprint in his heart, and the attraction was obviously not weak.

However, intoxication and longing are secondary.The teenager's worries about his companions quickly took the top priority, leaving him with no time to think about other chores.

After packing up, Cyril went out with the worried teenager Giotto.

"..."

sorry.At the moment when he crossed the threshold, Giotto said in his heart to his companion, who must always be the first priority.

He should have had nothing else to do, but he never expected that something would happen so soon that he had to be distracted and fall into a sluggish state.

When Giotto just woke up, he wondered that he should still be in the slums, but in the slums, how could there be such a clean and unobtrusive hut, and there was such an extra person who saw it Well-born good sir?

Well, when he came out of the house, he took a look around.

The answer already appeared in his heart - it was like a meteorite falling to the ground, directly hitting the boy's head.

"Well, am I still dreaming... No, I saw this place yesterday when I was passing by, and it's still the same garbage mountain as usual!"

"What's wrong, did something drop?"

Cyril noticed that after Giotto went out, he froze in place without taking two steps. He looked back at the shiny hut between the broken wooden walls in a daze, and said, "When I met you yesterday, you My clothes were all torn, so I changed them for you, and the original ones were temporarily thrown aside...do you still need it?"

Giotto: "!"

"No, it's too much trouble for you—"

"If something is lost, you can come back and look for it." Cyril didn't lock the door, closed the wooden door, took the package that Giotto didn't even notice what was in it, and set off neatly.

Giotto, of course, leads the way.

Forced to organize his thoughts and miss his companions, the young man involuntarily quickened his pace. This was an eagerness that could not be diminished no matter how mature and steady he was.

At the beginning, it could be said that he was walking fast, but soon, Giotto's body and heart flew back to the "home" that still had a long way to go.

He didn't notice it himself, he was taking shortcuts habitually as usual.

As a child who had lived in the slums since he was a child, he was very familiar with this vast area of ​​darkness, so the shortcuts he could find were all alleys that were almost the same as the alleys he ran desperately to escape last night.

Curved, remote, narrow, full of mud and garbage that cannot see the original appearance, all are muddy and dirty to a solid color.

Giotto walked quickly in the dark alley where the two could not stand side by side, but at a certain moment, he suddenly remembered the important details that he had ignored before.

- Suffered!I was so anxious that I forgot that the kind gentleman was still behind.

——The most important thing is that this road is too narrow... Can it fit in!

The young man couldn't help but condemned his impatience and negligence, and quickly turned his head, and the words came to his mouth: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't consider that this place is too narrow, so I should change it..."

"……ah?"

sluggish.

The familiar sluggishness returned.

While Giotto was astonished, he suddenly felt inexplicably that he had seen a lot of things in the world today.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the scene in his eyes still didn't change. He couldn't help but muttered: "It's strange... such a big bag, why, it disappeared?"

Disappeared.

The package didn't get stuck in the alley as he imagined, it couldn't get in and out, but it just disappeared.

In contrast, Mr. Good-hearted always follows his flying pace, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, he is not out of breath, and he can still show a familiar gentle smile when he looks at him in shock——

very strong.But it doesn't seem to be as powerful as the former...

Wait a minute, thinking about it this way, it should be said that every place looks very powerful, right? !

"Because it's not very convenient when passing by, I put away my things for the time being."

This time, Cyril was able to see through the boy's inner voice completely and unmistakably.

"Still using...something called 'magic'?"

"Yes."

"Ah—that's incredible!"

"Haha, it's actually fine."

It has to be said that even in a dark place that is incompatible with it, the calmness and mystery presented by the blond youth are all shocking to the young boy who has never been in contact with these things.

The most basic admiration has been quickly upgraded to longing, which is faster than Giotto's steps when he is in a hurry.

Moreover, because the favorability of Mr. Kindness is too high, Mr. Kindness's performance is not in any way eager for success or plotting.

Therefore, Giotto only had the purest yearning in his heart, and never thought about it. This is actually "Mr. Kindness" who is serious on the surface, and is actually quietly revealing his own level.

In other words, that is...

Cyril: "No, no. Don't get me wrong, I'm not showing off on purpose."

At best, uh.

——Reasonably demonstrate strength, let future students understand, and then increase their employment rate.

That's right, it's a reasonable display!

Before officially becoming a teacher, His Excellency the Duke, whose behavior became strange, did not realize that he was actually hit by successive rejections. Such a [show off] behavior is very naive.

His flawless smile was still on his clean face.

However, there is quite a bit of joy in my heart.

Because the future students are staring at him with longing and admiring eyes.

Cyril (with a calm face): "Okay, keep going, you don't need to stop, it doesn't matter if you run, I will keep up."

Giotto (worshiping from the heart): "Thank you, yes!"

The innocent young man obviously didn't know that the future teacher was cheating openly, and he didn't know how many times he felt that magic was so convenient.

Soon, the two walked through the long and narrow alleys, starting from the original garbage mountain on the edge of the slum, and finally came to the central area of ​​the slum.

After all, the sights that can be seen during the day are much more than those at night when there is heavy rain.

Cyril, who just arrived last night and hadn't looked at the surrounding environment clearly, was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture of the tip of the iceberg in the slums.

When he walked into the potholed straight road that was roughly the "street", because his eyes were elsewhere, he accidentally stepped on a puddle formed by the wet rainwater from last night.

The black water, which was more filthy under the light, splashed and splashed onto the surface of the blond youth's leather boots, and even wet his trousers.

However, this is just a small detail.

Cyril paused invisibly.

He didn't notice the movement under his feet. The reason why he paused was because of the sights projected from all directions at this moment.

"..."

to be frank.

It was the first time for him to be looked at like this.

It's not because there are too many eyes, and Cyril will not feel strange because of the attention.

The point is, these gazes gave him a strange feeling, like indifference and numbness.

The line of sight is protruding from the dilapidated low houses built next to each other on both sides of the uneven road.

If it is called a "residential area", then the residential area in the slum is located in the center.

The time has passed the early morning and reached almost noon.But the people living here seem to have not yet created the most normal excitement.

There were some noises, but it was still eerily quiet.

The windows and doors are almost open, women are boiling water and cooking behind the windows, and children are sitting on the half-missed threshold, crossing their legs and looking at the road in a daze...

There are also many figures, they were silent, but when a person who should not be here appeared——

Swish.

The eyes looked at the same way.

Numbness and indifference lasted the longest, followed by rejection, panic, and fear that expanded in turn.

It was at this time that Cyril suddenly felt suffocated for a moment.

"……call."

Although, it didn't take long for him to return to normal, but there was a line between his brows that hadn't appeared before.

Giotto didn't notice.

The speed under his feet did not slow down, and before he arrived at the place, Mr. Kindness, who really followed with ease, occasionally chatted with him.

"Giotto, how old are you?"

"In terms of age...seven years old."

"Eight years old already? Hey."

After that, the conversation stopped temporarily.

Possibly the good sir fell into doubt, because Giotto was older than he appeared to be.

Well, indeed.

If Giotto didn't say it himself, Cyril would always feel that the child was only five or six years old at most.

After all, he is far from reaching the figure he should be at the age of eight. His body bones are all slender and thin, and he looks like he is still very young.

That's right, this happens, and malnutrition is the biggest cause.Cyril didn't think of it before, it was really negligent.

He pondered, and calmly increased his forward speed, from following Giotto to shoulder to shoulder with the boy.

At this time, there is no need to lead.

Traveling to this point under the watchful eyes of countless strange eyes, Cyril's eyes finally reflected the existence of a low house that was no different from other people's residences.

"G!"

Before he could speak first, Giotto rushed into the house calling his companion's name first.

And, immediately afterwards, excited shouts came out: "What happened? G! How do you... hold on, Gatling!"

Cyril followed immediately.

Temporarily ignoring the shabby layout of the house, he didn’t need to look for it. He immediately saw a red-haired boy lying on the ground next to a wooden board that was probably a bed, and Giotto hugging his companion anxiously.

"high fever."

In this glance, Cyril judged the basic situation of the red-haired boy without further investigation.

Striding forward, he didn't say much to Giotto, but directly picked up the red-haired boy and laid him flat on the bed.

When touching the boy's body, the temperature felt by his hands was unsurprisingly hot.Looking at it at the fastest speed, his expression became solemn: "It's so serious that he's unconscious, and his body is twitching. Did he have a stomachache and vomit before?"

Without waiting for Giotto to answer, Cyril saw the traces of vomit next to the bed, and it was right for him to think that he was talking to himself: "Well, if this is the case, the simplest and most effective method is—"

The only simple and effective method, of course, is "that".

"Don't worry."

Use these three words first to calm down the anxious young man with red eye circles.

"Since I'm here and caught up, your companion will be fine."

After finishing speaking, the blond young man stopped talking to Giotto and focused on dealing with the important matters before him concerning life.

He took out the parcels he had collected earlier, which almost filled Giotto's small home.

There were still finished potions left, so I picked out a bottle with suitable medicinal effects and poured it into the comatose red-haired boy who lost the ability to swallow.

When the effect of the medicine took effect, the red-haired boy's high fever miraculously subsided within a few minutes, and he took out a set of pajamas that he hadn't worn to change into.After that, there was a process of making a fire, boiling water, and wringing out a hot handkerchief to help the boy wipe his body——

Because it was so clean and neat, all the steps were organized and connected into a clearly visible straight line. Giotto, who could only watch from the side, was shocked again.

"Amazing……"

The boy muttered to himself.

However, this time, he was not shocked by the magic of "magic", but was horrified by the powerful action displayed by the mysterious kind-hearted man, who may be a nobleman.

Many of the scenes witnessed today are beyond Giotto's imagination.

Regardless of whether he was picked up by a kind person in a daze, the wound would be as good as before overnight.It is still the magical power that is revealed directly and calmly, the magic that can easily make the package disappear.

Or, Mr. Noble actually came to the slums in the back of Sicily, and he is so familiar with taking care of patients...so good at it!

Amazing.thought Giotto.

Is it because he is too ignorant, or is it that this gentleman has broken common sense and has a big "problem"?

...It should, probably, be the latter.

"I can't say I'm good at it."

Giotto: "Ah!"

It seemed that he couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart, which was heard by the person concerned.

Fortunately, the person involved was still moving his hands quickly, and he just smiled at his doubts: "Haha, I just got sick because I often had a fever when I was a child, so I am familiar with the steps and know what to do in this situation."

"When you were a child..."

"Well. Although I have taken care of customers who were unconscious due to various serious illnesses a few times, there is still a difference between adults and children. For children, there are some details that need to be paid more attention to, such as here..."

"Oh, so that's how it was done!"

Unknowingly, Cyril, who came to help, turned this place into a teaching place for teaching first aid skills, and Giotto, who couldn't help moving his feet and listening closely, became a serious student.

Cyril told Giotto unreservedly that although the potion can alleviate the condition most quickly, it does not mean a complete cure after it is highly effective. Like this kind of high fever to abdominal inflammation, the body will still be weak after using the medicine Therefore, some precautionary measures must be taken.

Just like what he did just now, he wiped the body of the fainting person. The teachers who have not officially taken office have explained the key parts with due diligence.

"Oh... oh, remember. Um, and then?"

"Next is this place, the extra attention is—"

Because of the teaching that started naturally, the atmosphere became amicable.

Well, the teacher and the students are quite friendly, but it is not clear that the red-haired boy who is still awake after the fever has subsided, but whose eyebrows are twisted into a ball somehow feels at odds.

After confirming that there will be nothing wrong with dear G, Giotto, a real good companion, is completely relieved, happily ignores G's personal opinions, and treats his companion as a teaching tool. Wipe there and poke.

Ah, as if the door to a new world has been opened, and it feels like learning useful new knowledge. It is really very pleasant!

—Anyway, Giotto thinks so.

Originally, at the beginning, he just watched and studied intently, without actually doing anything.

but.

The crucial turning point came when Cyril suddenly straightened his waist and said with a smile, "Giotto, do you remember everything?"

Giotto: "Yes, sir, I have written down what you mentioned."

Not only did I write it down, but I also had the urge to ask someone to try to practice it.

"Okay." Cyril's smile showed the teacher's encouragement to the younger generation: "Then you can try to do it carefully, and just make room for me to make some warm food for this child. Well, if In the same situation, if you know how to deal with it, you won’t be in a hurry.”

Giotto was surprised: "Let me come? But I'm worried—"

Cyril patted the boy on the shoulder: "It's very simple, I believe you can do it. However, just to be on the safe side, I will keep an eye on your side while doing my own thing."

Giotto: "..."

Okay, the young man's mood at the moment, there is no need to say more.

His emotion was mixed with excitement.

Therefore, Giotto is obliged to attack G—ahem, to help his companions.

What happened afterwards was connected in series with the red-haired boy who was in a coma in front of him.

"Hum..."

"Hmm... hiss..."

G, who has not yet woken up in reality and makes an uncomfortable sound, is having a nightmare in a daze.

He dreamed that not long after he fell ill, Giotto, that idiot, wanted to go outside to find medicine for him, but something happened to him outside, and Giotto never returned.

G in the dream was in a panic, struggling hard on the musty-smelling bed, trying to move his body and find the missing Giotto.

But, he couldn't move, his body was so heavy, he was stuck with needles, his arms, legs, and stomach were sore and sore, it looked like some nasty bastard was wringing him——

Not anymore.

Can't move.

The red-haired boy was very anxious, but he couldn't move anymore.

Thinking of Giotto in his dream, he couldn't help shouting in grief and indignation: "Bastard——"

"That's right."

A white-haired man who came out of nowhere sat beside him, resting his chin with a deep expression: "I had a hunch before the official meeting. This blond kid with the same hair color as my dear is definitely a cunning bastard." You little devil is a big threat to me!"

"..."

G: "Who are you!!!"