I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Mordred did not forget what the woman, her mother, had said before calling her out and throwing her into this world.

"Modred, what's your expression? You can go see him, aren't you happy?"

"This is a reunion that can be equated to a miracle. You can act a little happier."

"..."

something inexplicable.This was Mordred's first reaction at that time.

To be honest, for some reason, she firmly believed that the woman must still be living somewhere in Britain, but she never thought that they would meet again.

In King Arthur's Britain, it has long been turned into the dust of history, and the objects of revenge and the tools of revenge have all perished on the sword hill—now.

Probably when he was dying on the sword hill, Mordred realized the fact that he was just a "tool of revenge".

That's ridiculous.From the age of five to that time, in the past ten years or so, she was urged and reminded by the woman who was a mother all the time to avenge the lost relatives.

Mordred has always been confused.

She didn't know exactly what was going on, all she knew was that overnight, the uncle who loved her the most was gone, and some people who had never seen her, who were said to be brothers and sisters, came back and left again.

In its place is a mother whom she barely saw until the age of five.

The woman who obviously didn't shed tears, whose heart was broken to pieces, brought her hatred that seemed to be smeared with blood.

She told Mordred that Uther, Arthur, are unforgivable sinners.

—Kill him... O hypocritical Arthur!It was she who lied to him!

Hysteria, resentment and grief seemed to burst with the heart.

But then she changed another calm face, and pulled the blonde girl who was stiff and cold, and put her hands on her thin shoulders.

The woman's nails pinched the shoulder blade deeply, and the slightest bit of pain penetrated into the flesh and bones, like a needle prick, spreading throughout the body.

— Mordred, my dear boy.

—You have half of Arthur's blood in your body, you are... the son of Arthur!The throne is yours, and only you are eligible to inherit it!Go for it and take back what is rightfully yours!

This cry, this scene, is capricious, and how deep the shadow it left on the young Mordred can be imagined.

She might subconsciously feel scared, and then subconsciously want to seek help from the only person she believes can comfort her—but, no.

There is nothing to say.

Mordred followed his mother's instructions, and also accepted his mother's completely abnormal logic, and regarded King Arthur as an enemy.

Her revenge did succeed ten years later.

Despite the huge price to pay, Mordred...was not happy at all.

She was vaguely aware of her muddleheadedness, as if she had lost the most important thing when she was ignorant, and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked, and didn't know what to do, so she took a "purpose" forced by others as her only Things that can be done.

"why."

Before the exhaustion of death drowned her like water, the bloody knight spoke in such a daze.

"Obviously I have fulfilled my mother's wish, but I still..."

Not satisfied.

There is no sense of substance.

There should be more questions in her mind.

For example, although she believes that King Arthur is an enemy, why does she still have a longing for this king to follow.

Or, at the moment when he was finally submerged by the heavy tide, the rebellious knight remembered the familiar figure from many years ago.

She couldn't help thinking, Is that so?Such a situation has been created, so that Arthur, she, and all of Britain will perish together, if...

——If Uncle Cyril saw it, what would he think?

This thought was too inappropriate, and the answer was already in her mind, but she didn't dare to think deeply about it.

At that moment, Mordred suddenly felt not only resentment but also pity towards his mother, that crazy woman.

She couldn't tell which of the two was more important.

However, after everything is settled and the torrent of long history has washed away the past record, the last thing left should be "sympathy".

Of course, if this insignificant sympathy is known to the person concerned, there may be such a cold laugh.

Although, she lost her parents, lost her younger brother, and planned for decades, except for the word "revenge" that seemed to be written in a thin font, she finally got nothing, but it made people feel that she was completely worth the loss. Be thorough.

but.

There is no doubt that Morgan is the kind of woman who needs no sympathy from others.

Even when it comes to the result, she really lost, but she didn't lose to Uther, not Arthur, and even less Merlin!

She only lost to her distorted heart, which was always timid and wanted to avoid the precious things that were really unwilling to let go.

Even if in the end she has nothing but herself...

Hate it, hate is good too.This woman will never accept pity from others.She will only hide her remorse and grief in her heart, and let herself slowly recollect it.

Sad and hateful, crazy and contradictory, this is the witch Morgan who is feared and hated by the people of later generations.

……

Having said that, when Mordred saw Morgan unexpectedly, he really had doubts about Morgan's purpose of finding her, and always felt that she was going to do something terrible again.

The result was unexpected.

The woman with a calm face, who still looked the same after a thousand years, told her the fact that Uncle Cyril was still alive.

Not the kind of "living" that becomes a heroic spirit, but a human being—how is this possible?

It was certain that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, and Mordred was stunned all of a sudden.

"Impossible, my uncle had already passed away at that time, I attended the funeral, and I went to see his tombstone, how could it... Wait, wait a minute."

"Mom... Mom, you didn't do something, did you?!"

Mordred couldn't be blamed for thinking of this all at once.

Because it is so possible, Morgan has been silent for 1000 years, even if she is killed, she will not believe it, and the witch really did nothing, and honestly fell asleep for 1000 years.

Mordred believes that driven by great grief and longing, it is not surprising that Morgan does any unthinkable things that threaten the world...

"Ouch!"

Probably because all the mental activities were on the face, it was too obvious, Mordred was pushed to the ground by invisible force, unfortunately face down and made a solid contact with the ground.

Well, after she got up resentfully with a face full of ashes, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her, and the shock of the shocking facts gradually faded away.

Morgan explained things to her succinctly and succinctly.

In addition to the main content that Cyril is still alive, there are also how to find him in the past, what needs to be paid attention to, and so on.

Although this happened suddenly, Mordred listened carefully and basically remembered everything.

Oh, a little.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when she was listening carefully, she inadvertently glanced at the face of the woman in front of her.

Feel, a little strange.

I saw it when I first saw it. Morgan has not changed much from a thousand years ago.

But at that time, he didn't look at it very carefully. At this time, when his eyes swept over, a trace of doubt appeared in Mordred's eyes.

What didn't change was the appearance, but the change that Mordred felt intuitively was the temperament that surrounded the woman.

It seems like a different person... No, is it restrained?

At least this time, there is no such impressive feeling of being normal and sometimes crazy.

The blond woman sat in a corner where only half of the sun came in, her slender figure was shrouded in hazy light and shadow.On her not-so-dark face, her ice-blue eyes looked at him calmly, looking extremely peaceful.

"You—cough, cough cough."

Mordred forcibly swallowed the phrase "Are you all right!", so that his expression twisted for a few seconds.

Morgan, who was calm and peaceful, seemed to be seen only in a dream, but she turned out to be so shocking and doubtful to Mordred.

Could it be that she was so sad that she became this...

Guessing this in his heart, and having learned from the past, Mordred shut his mouth very rarely and controlled his expression.

She also felt that Morgan had not only become calmer, as if - but also felt tired?

He never talked nonsense with her, and after explaining things very briefly, he wanted to drive her away, which can be roughly seen.

Mordred also felt that something was wrong.

But Morgan just didn't give her a chance to stay longer, and said everything that needed to be said, so there was no need to waste any more time.Before Mordred could look back, he saw the woman who didn't match his memory raised her hand, making a gesture to throw her out.

Mordred: "!"

"Hey! Wait, Mother!"

Perhaps it was because of the urgency of the situation that promoted the rotation of thoughts.In the blink of an eye, the doubts hidden in the surrounding area rapidly expanded and gathered together.

Mordred's eyes suddenly looked around, the environment she was in.

It was a dim hall, the lights were not turned on, only the corner where Morgan was sitting, there was an open window on the wall, and natural light poured in, filling the limited carpet.

There are very few furnishings in the hall, and they seem to have converged to the walls, and the walls are also shrouded in black shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

Because of this, Mordred has been ignoring the background beyond Morgan's corner.

It wasn't until she was about to disappear when her sight broke through the barrier of darkness that she realized——

"This place...these things..."

His eyes were wide open, and in the shrinking blue pupils, it seemed to fall into a trace as obscure as this shadow.

"They, shouldn't they have been—"

"You should go."

The woman's still calm voice interrupted her words of surprise.

Without being able to say the rest, Mordred disappeared in place, apparently going to another world.

"..."

It's quiet now.

This lost place, which should have been filled with tranquility and filled with the "past", is like the surface of a lake with several layers of ripples after falling stones, and finally restored the peace and tranquility that lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Serenity and peace...?

maybe.

After driving away the noisy children, the woman still sat in the only place in the room where she could get some warmth.

Perhaps Mordred discovered it when she made a sound of astonishment. The leather covering the armrests of the reclining chair she was sitting on had long since peeled off and become mottled, and the paint on the legs of the chair was almost completely peeled off. Only the most decayed wood remained.

The chairs have become like this, logically, they should have been discarded long ago.

But in fact, the visible traces of time alone cannot fully show how long it has passed.

Because, Morgan froze it, and everything she could keep, with magic.

This is probably the reason for Mordred's astonishment.

From the moment she stepped into this hall, everything she could see seemed to have stayed a thousand years ago.

The chair Morgan was sitting on was the reclining chair that the previous owner of the castle, including the hall, used to sit on when he was taking a nap by the garden.

The same dusty and old-fashioned objects piled up against the wall included the tables, chairs and furniture that had been arranged in an orderly manner in the hall, the toy sword that Gawain wielded as a weapon when he was a child, and the blanket that Mordred loved the most. , and the bookkeeping book with many blank pages left in the Aggregate script...

There are also many old things that may have been long forgotten by the original owner.

It was not Morgan who picked them up in the first place, but the previous owner of the castle.

When he still had the energy to take care of these trivial matters, he put away these mostly forgotten things but left many memories and put them in his room.

I don't know whether it was forgotten or deliberately concealed, but there was no mention of such a box in the will left behind.

It wasn't until a long time later that the woman, who didn't let others enter the room of the deceased and didn't dare to enter it herself, made enough mental preparations and stepped into this place again. Only when she was slowly cleaning up the things left by her brother did she discover these things. thing.

Morgan's mood at the time was definitely not "nostalgic" at all, and she was especially irritable.

Mordred can be excluded, but Gawain, Agravin and others, in Morgan's view, are all "traitors" who betrayed her and her brother to Arthur.

But the irritable woman didn't throw away these old things immediately after discovering them, but kept them unexpectedly.

Although she just threw them perfunctorily against the wall, never looking at them, let alone removing the dust, she left them behind, and added a barrier to the surface to prevent them from decaying.

Then, together with this castle that should have collapsed and turned into dust earlier, they fell asleep alone.

For such a long time, Morgan also stayed here.

For most of the time, she was also sleeping.

As the inheritor of the mystery of Britain, Morgan will not perish with King Arthur's Britain as long as the "mystery" still exists.However, because of the loss of strength, she could only sleep deeply.

In addition, there was another reason that Morgan had never understood after waking up.

She lacked the curse that she should bear as a "witch".

The curse didn't appear from the beginning to the end, so it didn't hinder her, which saved a lot of trouble, which seemed to be a good thing.

But Morgan didn't feel that way. She didn't feel any sense of relief. Instead, it was as if a boulder was pressing on her heart from time to time, making her heart ache and unable to breathe.

What exactly happened made her feel uneasy, who didn't know the truth at that time.

The answer to this question...

Until now.

It was not until such a long delay that he finally realized.

"..."

Speaking of which, if Mordred was not thrown away so quickly, she would definitely ask another question:

Why does a woman seem to know everything, but takes the trouble to call her instead of going by herself?

According to common sense, if Uncle Cyril is really or, Morgan should be the one who can't wait the most, it is impossible to wait patiently until now, push the opportunity to her, and still behave so calmly...

So why?

There is no clear answer yet.

"..."

"...After waiting for so long, it's not too late."

I only heard this long and tired voice that seemed to be Shu.

Endless silence filled the air, and the blond woman withdrew her unfocused gaze and closed her eyelids again.

She was in the castle, like a silent statue sealed in the past.

When the light penetrating from the window finally faded, the hall was completely dark like thick ink.

……

"...Mmmm."

"I can't figure it out, it's really inexplicable."

Back to the topic, here is Mordred who is sulking at himself after being "abandoned" by his uncle.

While she was sulking herself, she incidentally remembered the scene when she met her mother Morgan.

Morgan told her to come here and find Uncle Cyril.After he found it, he didn't seem to say what he wanted her to do specifically, but only said, stay by his side and protect her.

For the time being, Mordred didn't notice any danger around Uncle Cyril.

Yes, she hasn't found any abnormalities "for the time being"—there is a white magician who was regarded as an opponent by her when she was a child (and has never been defeated once), and she always hangs around her uncle. Does this count?

It's annoying, but it shouldn't count, right?

She subconsciously thought that the danger was the kind of danger that would endanger her life, because no matter how annoying the white magician was, she would not harm her uncle, so she didn't think about it at all.

Oh, by the way, Mordred actually still doesn't know what "that aspect" is!

Okay, let's skip this topic before the future rebel knight suddenly wakes up and wants to strangle his stupid and innocent self.

It was still early in the morning, but compared to the adults who went out early in the morning, Mordred still got up too late.

Heroic spirits don't actually need to sleep, they only need magic power.

In order to be able to act as usual in the world, last night, after being educated, she signed a contract with her uncle.

Then, Mordred was pushed onto the bed by his uncle like escorting a child, and watched in a daze as his uncle carefully covered her with the quilt.

Due to the sudden impact, it was as if a big wave had knocked Mordred, who was no longer a child (by himself), from head to toe.

The rebellious knight opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He could only quietly and obediently bury his head under the quilt under his uncle's meaningful but doting eyes. He lifted the quilt and jumped up or announced loudly that he didn't want to sleep. , um, don't even think about it.

That's it, Mordred failed to rebel.

She relived the gentle treatment that she could only enjoy before she was five years old. The face covered by the bed was a little fierce at first, but her heart was warm.

Accidentally... Really!It was an accident!

Ignoring the fact that the Heroic Spirit didn't need to sleep at all, Mordred fell asleep on the extra warm bed while clutching the quilt.

Also fell asleep until dawn.

While sleeping soundly, she was completely unaware of any movement in the uncle's room next door, let alone keenly aware that a nightmare had slipped in.

And when he woke up contentedly, what Mordred got was the aforementioned "bad news" that his uncle had gone out.

Although we can't go very far this time, if we go in the morning, we can come back in the evening.

Mordred was still upset.

Originally, with her character, she was going to chase after her with a bluff. To be a bodyguard, she had to do her duty and never leave an inch.

But what made her stop and change her mind temporarily?

——It was the other two people who stayed behind at the clinic.

"Yo! What a coincidence, it's you again."

Mordred took back the step he took, and greeted the two kids who had been busy early in the morning.

The red-haired kid gave her a helpless look: "What a coincidence, we had dinner together yesterday, and we lived here, okay?"

Mordred: "Oh! Really? Sorry, I didn't notice."

It's not that he didn't pay attention, it should be said that he just forgot about the brats who threatened and used them up.The one with the red hair is okay, but the main thing is—the one with the blond hair.

"Good morning, Miss Mordred."

"..."

"Teacher, they won't be back until evening. By the way, do you want some breakfast?"

"...Hey, brat."

Mordred turned around and strode forward.

Like a gust of wind, before Giotto could react, there was a loud bang in his ear, the slap on the head of the eldest sister was already within ten centimeters of his ear, and the sole of her shoe was also buckled against the wall.

Mordred, who proved himself to be the big sister with his own actions: "I wanted to say the day before yesterday, what the hell is the name 'big sister'? That's why I was taught a whole day by my uncle!"

Giotto: "..."

Giotto: "...Excuse me?"

The young man was unruffled when he was in danger, besides being quite determined, there was also this fierce blond girl - the actual height was about the same as him, and seemed to be a little shorter than him.

Not long after Giotto turned 13, thanks to his exercise, his height has skyrocketed this year, and he has surpassed 1.6 meters.

And the astonishing bad boy—cough, knight girl, with a net height of 1.5 meters five.

Ah, how sad... no, it wasn't.

Unbeknownst to Cyril himself, his niece and student were fighting each other.

Mordred's expression was tense, and his green pupils shrank at some point. This look was like the look of some kind of animal before it preyed on its prey.

Of course, she definitely didn't have the idea of ​​treating Giotto as a prey, this can only be regarded as——

To provoke, to deter.

The blond boy was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't show any fear when he looked at her.

After a long silence.

As if he had confirmed something, Mordred snorted lightly and put his feet down, but he didn't let go of his hands.

"Not bad, kid."

"I just ask you one thing, and that's it."

"Ask what?" said Giotto.

Mordred snorted again, obviously annoyed this time.

"That white guy. That's right, it's the one sticking to uncle."

"What's the matter with him." She asked, "What do you know, can you tell me all about it?"