I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

——This girl... so violent, oh no, so imposing!

It is no exaggeration to say that this was the first reaction of Giotto and G at the time.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, the two of them, who were eager to leave, didn't see clearly what the blond girl who seemed to have teleported over did. ruins to judge what amazing things happened.

If all this is not an illusion, but actually happened...

Could it be that this blond girl is using the sword on her shoulder——

"……Oh."

Wait a minute, it seems that I can't directly immerse myself in the deep shock.

A brief syllable seemed to slip from Giotto's mouth, and then there was silence.

G opened his mouth, and after a short while, he was stunned as if his head had been hit with a sap, and then - turned his eyes away extremely quickly.

"I said this lady, your clothes, your clothes are not properly dressed!"

Giotto, who also looked sideways, has already started to take off his coat silently: "If you don't mind, you can put on my coat..."

The blond girl who debuted in an extremely violent way: "???"

"You guys, what are you doing?"

G turned his face away. From the tone of his voice, it was the first time he met such a "passionate" woman, he was very broken: "Clothes—clothes! Although we don't explain it outside, you should at least dress well!

Needless to say, the reaction of the little ghosts was completely out of the blond girl's consideration. It was really unexpected. Moreover, there was something that absolutely shouldn't appear in the words——

"Miss?"

"Oh, you guys."

Originally, the blond girl with an inexplicable expression narrowed her eyes slightly, but soon, her expression changed suddenly.

When she calmed down, her eyes were wide open like emerald green cat's eyes, and there seemed to be raging waves surging in her eyes, and her expression could also be described as ferocious.

"You mean—do I look like a woman?!"

Giotto: "Huh?"

G: "Huh?"

Not a woman, is it still a man?

They are puzzled.I am not blind and not only, but the blond girl can still see clearly the inconspicuous female figure - the problem is, she can see too clearly!

Although these two girls are only 13 years old, they have been taught by British gentlemen for many years, and they have already deeply rooted the concept of respecting women in their hearts.

So, after seeing the strange dress of the blonde girl, their second reaction was to look sideways, and then——

then……

I was beaten.

Without any room to argue for himself, very inexplicably, he was severely beaten.

And the blond girl who caught the two of them and beat them violently was furious, as if she had been hit by the biggest minefield, and she would definitely not be able to relieve her anger if she didn't clean them up.

"But... aren't you just... female..."

"Bastard!!! Don't take me for a woman! Beat you!"

Although she said "beat you up", in fact, she has already beaten you.

Well, round two.

How innocent Giotto and G are, they must never have imagined that the girl they met was not an ordinary person.

She didn't like being seen as a woman, but she would be even more unhappy if she was treated as a man outright.

How to take the intermediate value, this serious and troublesome topic should be put aside first, in short, in short.

After trying to calm down a little, the blond girl finally stopped.

"Cut! It's too weak, I can't get up after a few beatings."

Her expression is still not very good-looking, and there is a bit of pickiness between her brows—and, the dislike that came from nowhere, and even a little bit of jealousy?

Mordred, who was so frightened (so much so that he overwhelmed the surprise), would not admit that he would be jealous of the silly boys who were said to have lived in love with his uncle for several years.

That's right, what is jealousy, she is frank and open, and she doesn't hide it.

It's just that the stinky brat who sees her treatment that Mordred doesn't have is not pleasing to the eye!What's wrong!Does anyone have an opinion!

"..."

No.

Well, the "smelly brat" x2 who may have opinions has been beaten to the ground, so it's okay to have opinions.

Only then did Mordred feel a little more comfortable.

She hummed, feeling that the stinky brats were nothing more than that, and they definitely couldn't threaten her position in her uncle's heart.

Clap your hands and get up, then look down...

"……what."

Mordred finally realized that something was wrong.

She stared at the blond kid and the red-haired kid who had been beaten up with big bumps on their heads for a while, and suddenly realized——I haven't asked where my uncle is.

Moreover, if my uncle finds out that she has bullied a weak child... Uncle, will you be angry?

Mordred: "..."

Mordred: "No, no way, uncle is so gentle, how could it be... oh, hey!"

Halfway through the conversation, I probably couldn't convince myself anymore.

The blond girl who appeared heroic when she appeared on the stage and shot like a thunderbolt had a froze expression, but when no one saw her, she changed into a guilty look of trying to calm down but still a little guilty.

Mordred is a dead person, and also a heroic spirit who came here from the Hall of Valor.

To put it bluntly, she died thousands of years ago, and the days of her existence as a heroic spirit are too long, and she may have to forget some unimportant things and some tiny details that she experienced before she was alive.

In fact, when she was still alive, some memories became blurred.

Because Mordred was still very young at that time, the memory could not be retained.Before she was six years old, apart from the accident that directly affected her life, the memory fragments that remained were thin pictures with only colors.

Red, that was the color of the bushes in the garden she often sought.

Gold, that's the color of her favorite and most important person.

And others...white, green, whatever.

Although it sounds very reconciled to say it, her memory of that favorite and most important person is also somewhat vague.

It's too long, it's gone too fast, and it's also because the five-year-old girl is full of innocence, she doesn't know anything, she can't understand anything.

Perhaps it was also because of being restricted by the instilled hatred. After that, even if I thought about it many times, I couldn't remember the details that my subconscious didn't want to forget.

just remember-

Mordred's uncle is a very gentle man.

In my impression, I have never seen him speak loudly, and he has never been angry.

He would sit in the shade of a tree at the edge of the garden on a sunny afternoon, and slowly let go of his hand, letting her, who had returned to freedom, run into the flowers cheering and looking for butterflies.

The fragments that can be remembered are full of tranquility that can make people feel peaceful.Of course, it is necessary to forcefully kick out the "white flower" who has not been able to forget because he is really obsessed with it.

……Oh.

So, why.

The uncle in his impression is such a gentle person, when the rebellious knight Mordred realized that he had (seemly) gotten into some trouble, he actually felt a bit weak, and had a strange sense of foreboding.

"I didn't do anything, it's impossible for uncle to be angry!"

The girl knight who wrote the word "rebellious" with her own body is still stubborn.

But it is a pity that the subtle details of the sound getting smaller and smaller cannot be concealed.

Mordred: "Uh...uhhhh forget it!"

She was tangled and tangled, and she gave up and didn't think about it very quickly.

The two teenagers who were beaten up earlier can also escape from the dizzy state at this time.After all, Mordred really didn't hit them hard, he just moved his hands symbolically like teaching a disobedient kid.

and so.

When they wake up, they will find:

The blond girl who was furious because she was treated as a "woman" squatted beside them, stretched out a finger, bang bang twice, and poked them on the forehead.

"oops!"

"it hurts!"

"I'm bullying... Bah, I'll give you some pointers, don't tell my uncle! Really, a kid is just a kid, what are you doing with such a crying expression? It's alright, alright, please eat?"

Giotto and G: "..."

First of all, I didn't cry, how can someone be so fragile, at most he was frightened.

Then, the contrast between this attitude is really big, this lady is really strange...

At last.

"Who is the uncle you're talking about—hmm!"

Oh, okay, I didn't finish the sentence.

The blond girl who doesn't seem to be a bad person, but also seems to have a bad temper, doesn't seem to want to waste time on nonsense, she wants to save time and meet the person she wants to see earlier, so—

Impatiently, he brought up Giotto and G, these two teenagers who weighed one or two hundred pounds together.

"!!!"

This arm strength is really amazing—after all, it’s a Heroic Spirit.

Mordred carried the two little ghosts, and led them out of the alley where the walls had collapsed and the bricks were broken, and he said as he walked, "Okay, you can tell me now. Well, who is my uncle? You still don't know for half a day!"

"alright."

Stepping into the sunlight, when she uttered the slightly lazy pronunciation, Giotto must have noticed it.

This "girl" has radiant blonde hair.When shrouded in light, blonde hair reflects a dazzling color.

However, there is more to it than that.

The blue pupils of the "girl" clearly show a not-so-soft color, but Giotto still feels familiar.

I have seen it in a very close and familiar place, which is somewhat similar to this "girl"...

"……Um?"

"Oh, oh, could it be! Teacher!"

Congratulations to Giotto, who belatedly perceives the truth.

This should have been discovered before the earliest, but the temperament of the "girl" and the teacher are very different, which caused some misleading for him.

"Can you stop mentioning... By the way, Xiao-cough, is the person you are looking for Mr. Cyril?"

"Of course! Tsk, you're Uncle's disciple? Where's this red-haired brat? Oh, it looks like he's just a little brother. No more nonsense, tell me quickly, where is Uncle?"

Mordred asked eagerly.

Giotto exchanged glances with his companion who was beaten as a younger brother.

"Teacher, he was supposed to be in a clinic not far from here, but unfortunately..."

"what?"

"It just so happens that something happened today. The teacher and Mr. Mei Lin went out for a consultation. The place is far away from the slums. Maybe, they won't be back today."

Mordred: "..."

"Ah? Ah???"

First, a huge disappointment rose from the bottom of my heart and went straight up.

But, unexpectedly, Mordred was only affected for a brief moment by the disappointment of not being able to see his uncle in the first place.

There was a name that quickly attracted her attention within a few seconds after it appeared.

as well as--

As if being slammed on the tail... Ah no, the fuse was ignited. At this moment, the blond girl showed a more terrifying expression than when she just clenched her fist and beat the brat!

"What did you say? Just now, whose name was mentioned...!"

Giotto: "...May, Lin, sir?"

"This is it."

"It's this disgusting, disgusting name that makes me feel uncomfortable even if I hear it after 1000 years!"

Mordred was furious. Obviously, she had been thoroughly irritated by the fact that the hateful white flower would still pester her uncle after a thousand years.

She could not hear anything else, and could not delay any longer.

"Very good...very good! Little devils, you just need to find the place where uncle went. Show me the way."

Whoops!

Except for the lingering lingering sound, the place they were in was empty, and the figures seemed to disappear instantly.

Mordred, who was just thrown into this world by his own terrible 【】, embarked on the journey to find his uncle without hesitation.

only.

—Probably completely forgotten, or not noticed at all, Mordred.

The feeling of "failure" in her heart before did not actually come from her beating up her uncle's students and attendants behind her uncle's back.

Rather, it came from Mordred himself.

She was not aware of the clothes that caused psychological shocks to underage teenagers when she came.

Naturally, she didn’t realize that if she appeared in front of her dear uncle in this dress—the whole body’s fabric might not be a few pieces, and the upper body only covered the chest (not covered much)—the uncle saw her , there is a high probability of elevated blood pressure and myocardial infarction.

Then, before he died of a heart attack, Mordred, the rebellious knight who had not been educated and criticized for thousands of years, was mercilessly educated.

Yes, Mordred did not yet know that he would meet such a tragic fate.

At this time, she was driven by anger, and ran aggressively to where her uncle (and Bai Huahua, who didn't want to care about it but could not be ignored), was located.

"Wooah! I'm here, uncle!!!"

*****

"If I remember correctly, how many times have you attended dances before?"

"Yes, but it was a long time ago. Moreover, I only stayed at the banquet for a short while and left soon. It is the first time that it is as complete as it is now..."

The melodious music swaying in the spacious hall is like an invisible ribbon, gently fluttering in mid-air.Therefore, it cannot cover the softer voice.

Next to it is the rest area of ​​the banquet, where the tables with drinks and desserts are placed.

While talking, Cyril passed by the table at the same time.Many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies who were not going to dance stopped at the table. When they saw him, many of them smiled and raised their goblets to gesture to him.

He smiled back, but kept walking, passing through the passing crowd lightly, without touching the corners of other people's clothes.

However, someone took his hand from behind.

One after another, they passed through the crowd, not paying attention to the dance hall where men and women were dancing, and quietly came to a darker and quieter corner.

"You don't have to come here with me. It's a rare opportunity. Wouldn't it be nice to go dancing?"

"Because you're not interested, and I'm not interested in dancing unless—"

The dance partner is you.

The omitted second half of the sentence does not need to be stated explicitly.

Because, these words that seemed to be softened by tenderness, all appeared brightly in the purple eyes of the magician who was staring down.

If you are stared at by such eyes, think about it, no matter how cold your heart is, it will be warmed...

Unfortunately.

The truly "hard-hearted" people didn't turn their heads to look at him, let alone being warmed or something.

"If it's not really hard to refuse, I actually want to go back earlier."

Cyril's faint gaze stopped in front of him.

He seemed to be staring at the dwindling figures, but his mind was obviously not focused there.

He sighed softly.

"In the future, I still need to accept less commissions like this... Although I don't reject scenes like dance parties, I always feel that it is unnecessary."

If it wasn't for the enthusiastic insistence of the host to stay here, Cyril would have left immediately after the diagnosis, instead of attending this meaningless dance with Merlin who came with him.

"According to my observation, when we walked by just now, at least half of the women present were looking at you."

Merlin said softly, as if joking.But at this moment, Cyril glanced at him, seeming to have deep meaning: "If you remove the illusion, then all the ladies who look at me will look at you."

Merlin: "Hahaha, no."

He did not deny the fact that illusion was used.

After all, if he doesn't keep a low profile and cover up a bit, then he won't be able to openly hold his lover's hand in the crowd.

Maybe Cyril didn't want to be so clingy with him, but because he was not in a good spirit and was taken advantage of by the magician, he acquiesced without causing trouble.

"I didn't think carefully this time." Merlin continued, "If I knew you didn't like it, I should have rejected it."

"I remembered that before, you attended the banquet, but you left early due to physical discomfort. I also thought that this time, I might be able to accompany you to participate fully..."

It turned out that His Excellency Merlin had this idea.

Cyril knew, maybe a little surprised in his heart, but more of it - helpless.

"I'm not very interested in the ball." He said to Merlin: "In fact, I went to two banquets at that time. The first time was dragged by Gawain, and the second time was because If you want to meet someone who will definitely appear there, I don’t need to say who that person is.”

"So, it's actually just for business—"

"Yes."

"So, you are not interested in dancing, even if someone invites you, you will not agree?"

Regarding this question, Xiril paused for a moment, but did not answer directly.

He said: "You seem to be off topic. What we discussed earlier was not about dancing or not. If you are interested in this, Merlin, then don't force yourself, just participate as much as you want."

As a result, the topic came back again.

Merlin can be sure that Cyril really has no enthusiasm for this dance.

This time, the patients had special identities. They were not from the slums, but the sons of noble families who came to invite them impatiently because they knew about them through special channels.

In five years, Cyril's clinic's reputation had grown beyond the slums.

Since the son suffered from a strange disease that ordinary doctors could not do anything about, and the aristocratic family was very sincere, Cyril thought about it, then did not refuse, and came over in person.Merlin was a natural addition to follow.

It's just diagnosis and treatment, which won't make him feel so tired.

How should I describe it, this tiny, but strange feeling like gravels filling my heart...

It shouldn't have appeared, and Cyril didn't think about it.However, unexpectedly, he was still hooked by the familiar scene.

Possibly, some of the content mentioned by His Excellency Merlin partially overlaps.

Aristocrats, balls, glamorous, luxurious and splendid - it seems that he has returned to the places he once set foot in during his lifetime.

Even after changing his body and experiencing death and long years, Cyril's essence remains unchanged.

He was completely able to adapt to such a scene, and all his manners and etiquette were impeccable, making the uninformed people guess his identity and confirm in advance that he must be a nobleman from a foreign country.

only.

He can blend in, but he doesn't really want to——

Well, it should be said that he couldn't help feeling a little bored with the familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

The more he recalled, the more he remembered that this moment is not what it used to be, and the relatives who accompanied him in the past are not here... Such a sad fact.

Merlin belonged to an old man, but since he seemed to have always been there, he was immediately excluded from the scope of nostalgia.

"If you don't dance...then it's boring to stay, otherwise, let's go quietly first?"

And a certain magician who had been excluded—well, he didn't know yet—was still talking thoughtfully.However, in the first half of the sentence, there seems to be melancholy regret.

Cyril twitched his lips invisibly, but when the magician would not notice.

That's right, he felt from the bottom of his heart that it would be a waste of time to stay any longer, so he thought about following Merlin's words and leaving early.

Anyway, there were more than one dance parties that left halfway.

He didn't want to blend into the music here for the time being, and there was no one who made him change his mind and wanted to dance with—

"……No way?"

Cyrillic:"?"

Merlin suddenly made a voice of disbelief.He didn't leave, and looked over Cyril's shoulder, looking straight behind him.

Cyril felt strange, and was talking: "What's wrong? What..."

suddenly.

His voice also stopped abruptly, and a layer of gleam seemed to bloom on his face.

There was an uproar in the venue of the dance for some reason.

The melodious music hadn't stopped, but some men and women in the venue stopped, and they couldn't help but back out of the road, so that the newcomer who didn't hesitate to barge in could lead straight to the secluded corner.

It was a boy with blond hair tied back——

No, it's a girl.

It's just because the blond girl in a man's black dress has a vigorous heroism that can blur her gender.

Although she is not tall, the dress highlights her slender and straight figure.The girl ignored the gazes of others, and went straight to the stunned blond young man standing in the corner.

She replaced the sword in her hand with a flower.

Take it, hold it up, hand it forward—

"Can I exchange this bouquet for a dance with you, uncle?"

The handsome and handsome girl like a knight raised the corners of her lips and smiled casually.