I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Walking through the crowded crowd, stepping on the rhythm of the music, and walking up to the knight-like blond girl in front of her—is she, extremely dreamy.

It's like dreaming.

However, he is sober.Of course, this is not a dream, it's just that the reunion that was destined to come happened ahead of time and caught off guard.

So——the blond young man was invited by his niece disguised as a man despite being male, and said with a smile, "Dear Mordred, you are so handsome."

"Hey, actually, I don't really like wearing it like this. The fabric is so tight that it's not very comfortable."

Mordred grinned and smiled extravagantly, but if you look carefully, you will find that her green eyes seem to be reflected in the crystal chandelier hanging on the top of the venue, otherwise how could it be so bright.

Then, with a slight awkwardness, her eyes wandered for a while: "I saw that everyone else was wearing it like this, so I changed it. Here."

Cyril: "Huh?"

After he was stunned for a moment, he saw that after he took the flowers, the empty hand that was originally stretched out to him did not let go, but passed it forward again, and it had already reached his chest.

Mordred turned his head away, unexpectedly not looking directly at his uncle.

However, there still seemed to be quite a few awkward words coming from the mouth of the girl in men's clothing who turned her face sideways: "What I said just now has come here, do you want to dance with me by the way?"

Well, it looks... shy.

Observing silently, Cyril said to himself.

He was naturally very excited at the moment, but because he met Mordred by chance before, his emotions were still within a controllable range.

As for Mordred, for her at this time, it was the first reunion with her uncle since she was five years old.

Those somewhat vague memory fragments all gathered together.

The girl's left hand behind her back could not help clenching into a fist, and after a while, she let it go without a trace.

She probably, temporarily, can't be frank right away, and she can't say that uncle, I miss your uncle very much, I didn't expect to see you again, and I am so happy-such words.

Fortunately, the uncle didn't seem to have the intention of reminiscing about the old days on the spot, but just stared at him with the same soft eyes as in memory, which made Mordred unobtrusively heaved a sigh of relief.

Reaching out her hand was a whim, and it was also a way for her to express her feelings in a subtle way.

"Ah."

That being the case, Cyril, who fully understood his niece's thoughts, had soft eyes, and smiled even more openly: "Okay, thank you for your invitation."

"Can you dance, Mordred?" he asked, putting up his hands.

Mordred replied bluntly: "No."

"..."

"I can learn it. Uncle, you can teach me on the spot. I learn very quickly."

"...That's right, it makes sense."

Cyril was persuaded.

He happily forgot that he said not long ago that he "has no interest in the dance", not to mention the obvious difference in treatment.

Oh, right.

In fact, it wasn't that much. Before calmly dancing on the dance floor, Cyril didn't completely forget about Merlin who was still talking to him before.

"The flowers that Mordred gave me, can you hold them for me? If you want to dance, it's not very convenient to hold this."

He made a sincere request to the magus who had nothing to do and had free time anyway.

Merlin: "..."

Cyril: "Can you?"

Merlin: "...Okay, ah."

It's too miserable—because I really don't know how to describe my mood at the moment, so Merlin borrowed these three words to describe himself.

The moment he saw the grown-up blond kid Mordred who still had a few numbers, deep anxiety spread in the magician's heart.

Although what he actually saw in his eyes was Mordred, he obviously "saw" another person.

a woman.

Even if she only gave him a cold and haughty back view, she was still a terrifying woman with endless murderous aura that was rushing towards him.

Thousands of years ago, Merlin had nothing to do with this woman, and was often chased by women to run away.

For a long period of time, the woman disappeared, and Merlin once thought she was dead, with the ruined Britain.

However, it wasn't until later that he discovered——

Morgan.

still alive.

The witch who spent thousands of years planning, preparing, and trying something crucial seems to be finally about to succeed.

The witch who finally showed her trace unexpectedly did not come directly, but threw her daughter over first.

As if… no, being explicit was a warning.

Britain was destroyed, and Morgan's revenge was successfully avenged. However, this woman obviously did not let it go.Her hatred flared up again, but only against the flower magician——

Merlin keenly realized that as long as he did not give up pursuing Cyril, the tallest mountain that would inevitably stand in his way had appeared, threatening him in the most straightforward way.

Horrible, and, as always, not wanting to confront Morgan if I could.

This is what Merlin thought from the bottom of his heart.

however.

However...will not give up.

"Okay~ You guys go quickly and dance happily."

It was completely different from the previous reluctance, the white-haired magician who seemed to have changed his face took the bouquet with a smile, saying that it would be good if he continued to stand here and look at them.

Cyril raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the magician like a patient with a fever: "..."

Mordred was more straightforward than him, she deliberately ignored Bai Huahua for so long, but in the end she still couldn't talk to his uncle without authorization: "Hey, this guy is looking for trouble!"

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, Mordred."

Cyril said that he stopped the niece who was about to roll up her sleeves.

This is the first time.

Mordred didn't notice that when he saw his unrestrained movement of rolling up his sleeves, his uncle raised his eyebrows unnaturally, and wanted to speak a little, but he finally endured it.

Mordred: "Hmph!"

Furious, she just let it go for the sake of her uncle's sake.

Naturally, her dislike for Merlin was more than that. After her uncle... After that, she joined the Knights of the Round Table, where she also had some unresolved grievances with the white flower magician.

However, Mordred was too lazy to talk too much at this good time when he should be happy.

"Okay, come with me."

With that said, Cyril took Mordred's hand and walked to the dance floor where he had just stared blankly before.

Before he knew it, the initiative had come to him, but Mordred hadn't noticed it yet.

Even if they found out, it's nothing, Mordred murmured softly at most.

The people who made the noise before finally saw that the girl in men's clothing who caused the noise and another person came out from the corner.

The face of the blond-haired young man was revealed, and everyone realized that he was actually the young man who had attracted many people's attention at the beginning of the banquet.

Even if the guests gathered here are not aristocrats, there are people from rich and noble families.

They will pay attention to this unknown young man. Apart from the fact that he cured the strange disease of Viscount Conte's heir, the reason comes from the "young man" himself.

His appearance is not outstanding, he can only be regarded as handsome, but the temperament that goes deep into the bone marrow is something that no one can ignore.The unknown background identity, on the contrary, adds a mysterious color to this gentle and elegant blond youth, which makes people want to explore.

And now, here he is.

There was just enough space on the dance floor to accommodate them. With the accompaniment of the music, he followed the music with the blonde girl who broke in suddenly.

There is no doubt that this is a strange combination.

Not to mention the blond young man, his demeanor should be the most perfect in the audience.And his dance partner was stumbled by the comparison, a complete novice among the novice.

Moreover, both of them were dressed in men's clothing, and the blond girl was a bit shorter than the young man.

But what is this?

Cyril is very adaptable to the self-centered state of ignoring other people's eyes.

While leading his niece to dance, he also whispered softly to teach her movements and precautions. Thanks to Mordred, he tried his best to react quickly. feet.

After practicing like this for a while, Mordred finally mastered the essentials, and his movements were much more natural and smooth, and he no longer worried about stepping on his partner.

However, when she arrived at this time, she finally realized a problem that she was quite concerned about.

"Ahhh, am I dancing the women's step!"

"Yes." Cyril said.

Mordred frowned, and the features on his face seemed to be squeezed together.

Just about to complain that I don't like being treated like a girl——

Oh, she seemed to realize something temporarily, and she closed her mouth in time.

Quiet, well-behaved, obedient.

Cyril: "What's wrong?"

He saw the twist on his niece's face, as if he suddenly remembered the witch's advice, and couldn't help but fell into the pain of being warned.

However, where is there any witch, and who will warn her in advance?

The answer is temporarily unknown, but what is certain is that Mordred has reluctantly become honest.

"It's nothing...it's really nothing." She said a few words a little unhappily, and soon raised her head again, with the same smile on her face as before.

"Is that the end? A dance so fast?"

"That's right."

"Ah - no, let's do it again, I'm not satisfied yet. Uncle, uncle! Don't grind...cough cough, don't be in a daze, how about dancing again?"

"Huh? Okay."

Cyril was not in a daze.

It was just after a dance that his gaze accidentally fell behind Mordred, on the edge of the dance floor, that secluded place that was still in the corner.

He didn't bother to look, it was true.

Really.

It's just that the magician happened to appear there, that's all.

The line of sight spanned most of the dance floor, whether it was far or near.And the eyes of the two met at the place where light and shadow meet.

In a short period of time, Cyril was inexplicably thinking that he had attended a banquet hosted by nobles.That was the first time he was seen outside.

Unlike the time he went to meet Artoria's sister, he was indeed dragged away by his nephew Gao Wen when he showed his face for the first time.

What did Gawain tell him?Seems to be--

"It would be a pity if only a few people could witness your heroic appearance, Uncle! I, Gao Wen, will fight for the fair treatment that girls all over the country deserve!"

"It's completely nonsensical." I remember that Agguiwen retorted immediately, and exposed the truth without shame: "Gao Wen, you want to go, don't use uncle and innocent girls as excuses." .”

"I do not--"

"Besides, don't you think about the consequences? If uncle goes, what's your business?"

"...Oh, Age, you are so cruel."

Indeed, such an interesting conversation took place, and afterwards, there were results to prove that Cyril still went.

——It was exactly as Aggie Wen said, stealing the attention of all the women in the audience.

Looking back now, the corners of my mouth can't help but be evoked by the memory of this soft color... However, the reason for mentioning this matter here is not this.

Cyril just came up with a very unfounded idea for no reason.

He suddenly thought, why does the sight cast from the edge of the dance floor feel familiar?At that time, was "he" also there, silently gazing towards him?

Maybe there were, but there were too many gazes cast from different directions at the same time, and he, who was in the center, couldn't distinguish them.

However, reason told him that this possibility was very small.It should be said that it is impossible to exist.

How long ago was that, and the magician hadn't interacted with him at that time, so it was naturally impossible to look at him with extremely soft eyes like this now.

Therefore, Cyril quickly vetoed this absurd guess and calmly looked away.

Thoughts also return to reality.

The dance isn't over yet.

The reunion with relatives, no matter how long the time is, it seems like a blink of an eye.

"Before the night is over."

"As long as you don't feel tired, it doesn't matter how long you dance."

……

"It's... intimate."

A passer-by who had unknowingly retreated to the edge of the dance floor was moved by the light of those two people.

The two of them were really close, and there was a tacit understanding that came from nowhere, just looking at them felt like their eyes were dazzled.However, it doesn't feel like the intimacy between lovers.

What is this conflicting feeling...

"Ah," echoed another who happened to be here (and was already here).

Then, he added slowly: "After all, he is my uncle and nephew."

"Huh?! How do you know?"

Merlin shook his head, not answering the startled questions of passers-by.

There was still a constant chuckle on his lips.

To be sure, this is not a forced smile.Being left alone and stuffed with provocative flowers from a little golden retriever girl, even so, the magician did not feel the frustration of being a loser at all.

Frustrated... Haha, the sense of crisis caused by a certain witch can make him vigilant again, but other things are still not enough to be a threat.

Merlin was quite confident.

Mordred, he knows well.

Not to mention that before the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table, they were still colleagues.When Mordred was not a knight of the round table, but a short carrot-headed kid, Merlin had already had conflicts with her many times.

Although Mordred is the daughter of an artificial human made by Morgan, his level is obviously not at the same level as Morgan's.

Merlin thought easily, Mordred targeted him countless times when he was a child, but he never succeeded in driving him away.On the contrary, it was him who could easily fool the little girl away.

Alas, not an opponent on the same level.Even after so many years, Mordred is no match for him.

The flower magician, who was in a better mood, decisively skipped the key question of whether he and Morgan were on the same level.

Well.

Right now, the priority is the highest, and what needs to be considered first is actually——

*****

Giotto and G are honestly guarding the clinic.

Originally, they were "hijacked" by the blond girl who appeared on the stage, and they showed her the way to the door of Cyril's patient's house.It's all here, going in with the blond girl, isn't it too much?

As a result, who would have thought.

This young lady—no, this eldest lady really didn't take the usual route. She stopped her footsteps when she reached the door, saying something like "the brats are too much of a hindrance, you should go back", and sent them away. Throw it back.

Yes, when they got to the door, they turned around and threw them back, and then came back by themselves.

Who is this!

If it weren't for knowing that she was the teacher/doctor's niece, the two teenagers would have complained hard behind their backs.

...But even so, I couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"The doctor's nephew has a completely different personality from him."

G poked his head out from behind the table, still brooding over the few fists the blond girl gave him: "However, it's still the same that they're all weirdos."

Giotto, who was boiling the potion: "G, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I didn't say anything."

G stopped in time.

It seems that even now that Dr. Cyril is fully recognized as a good person, G still does not deny that "good people" and "weirds" coexist.

"Aren't they coming back today?"

"Maybe. Generally speaking, the teacher should come back, but this time the situation is special, and it may be later."

Having studied with Cyril for five years, Giotto already had a deep understanding of the teacher.

Although he said so on his lips, he was boiling the medicine to be delivered to the patient, but he thought in his heart that the possibility of the teacher coming back was as high as 90.00%...

"Dong dong."

Oops, did you come back just now?

There was movement in front of the door, G ran out to look first, only Giotto couldn't leave, but his attention also moved to the door.

Sure enough, someone came in.

"Silly—"

G's shout got stuck in the middle, and turned into a hesitant voice mixed with taboo: "Ah, it's Dr. Cyril's niece."

"Hoo hoo, I'm so hot."

The blond girl who came in carelessly knocked on the door and closed the door casually. It seemed that she was the only one.

Although it is not yet winter, the autumn here is extremely cool, and it is impossible to be hot no matter what you think.

Maybe it's psychological?

I didn't feel anything special when I was dancing, but after wearing it for so long, Mordred finally felt that the ill-fitting men's dress was very uncomfortable to wear.

She is used to light and simple attire, and she is not armor for battle, so why cover herself so tightly?

After dancing with his uncle, Mordred didn't notice when he stayed together.

Because his uncle had to stay for a while longer to give the patient a final review, Mordred, who couldn't bear to come back early, noticed it now.

Mordred came in, saw the red-haired kid looking behind her, and waved his hand: "Don't look, uncle will come back later. Well, is he usually busy here? This environment...is too simple Come on!"

She was a little hot, and while pulling off the collar around her neck, she looked inside the clinic.

After making a "simple" evaluation, under G's indescribable gaze, he immediately took a fancy to Dr. Cyril's special seat.

"Oh, is that uncle's desk?"

She walked by.

Then, without any hesitation, he sat down on his buttocks.Sitting still felt uncomfortable, so she lifted her left leg and put it on her right leg with ease.

Needless to say, G was overwhelmed by the sitting posture of the eldest sister who was so impeccable, and was unable to speak for a while.

The eldest sister tugged at her collar again, but spoke first:

"What, what does uncle usually do here? Is he really a doctor, treating people?"

G: "...Yeah."

"Well, that's how it is..." The eldest sister rested her chin on her head, suddenly raised her head, and let out a loud shout that was not only indignant but also excited: "What is uncle thinking? It's too much for me to take care of others even though I'm not in good health." Thank you for your hard work!"

G: "...Huh???"

Is the doctor unwell?

No way, it doesn't look like it, does it?

G will never forget in his life that the seemingly weak and weak doctor Cyril led him and Giotto to kill in a calm and heroic manner surrounded by bad guys trying to find fault.

"Little... big sister, do you have some misunderstandings about the doctor?"

G said.

Mordred raised an eyebrow: "What?"

If she doesn't like being called "Miss" or "Big Sister", forget it, don't bother to beat people anymore, just accept it reluctantly.

"Misunderstanding? How could—oh, it's possible. What do you know, can you tell me?"

"There are many things Giotto and I don't know about the doctor, but we still know whether he is weak..."

"G is right."

At this time, Giotto also came out.

For some reason, he first glanced at the quiet door in front of him, his expression changed, and then he looked at the eldest sister Mordred who occupied the teacher's throne.

"Well, do you want to think about it and change it..."

Mordred: "For what?"

As soon as the words fell, she didn't wait for Giotto to answer, and she (thought herself) suddenly understood: "Yes, it's time to change the clothes, it's too uncomfortable to wear!"

shhh-

Refreshing and quick!

Mordred was very relaxed in a place where her uncle couldn't see, so she took advantage of the convenience of the heroic body to change back to the original red outfit in a second—the one that G once shouted "Clothes! Clothes!".

"Well, it's much more comfortable!"

She crossed her legs and was about to lean back comfortably on the chair...

wrong.

Halfway through, Mordred's waist suddenly stiffened.

There was a louder sound from the door than when Mordred entered just now.

It turned out to be, Cyril——

Just at this time, came back.

Coincidentally, he heard his niece's speech and saw her particularly domineering sitting posture.

Shocked in his heart, the blond young man with a stiff face accidentally removed the doorknob.