I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Mordred, the rebellious knight, was educated by his uncle again.

It's only two days away from the last time I was educated, and the second round came so soon, it's really miserable, pitiful, those who hear it cry and those who see it are sad... It's not such an exaggeration!

Logically speaking, Mordred should be very unconvinced.

However, the fact is——once again, she has personally proved that the word "rebellious" knight can be as well-behaved as she can be, let alone objections. I didn't dare to move, even if I let her sit in this position for another day, it would still be...

"No problem at all!!!"

The deflated and rebellious knight who had been trained patted himself on the face, but he was still able to utter such an energetic shout to prove his awareness.

"If you had always had this awareness, I wouldn't be here to tell you so much."

In stark contrast to Mordred's strong spirit, her uncle, who is an educator, is slightly depressed.

Cyril felt a headache.

It would have been nothing, really.

Before that, when communicating with His Excellency Merlin in private, he also said that he had to let nature take its course and subtly influence it. If Mordred's temper was really determined to be a bad girl, then he had no choice but to accept it... …

Okay, not long after he said this, he was slapped in the face by himself.

After experiencing so many things, and there were many strange incidents, Cyril thought that his ability to accept was already good.

When I read the history books back then, I found out that Mordred was the joint child of his elder sister and second sister after a thousand years—such a terrible fact did not knock him down.

But he almost fell at the moment when Mordred jumped out and shouted [Because the psychological shadow is too deep, the specific content is omitted].

Ok.

Nearly had a myocardial infarction.

The horror, stupor, disbelief and so on caused by these words have to be added.

A trace of grief, like a heart being torn apart, was also mixed in, but he forcibly covered it up.

"Do you still have unforgettable memories of the past, Mordred? Could it be that you still have hatred for Sister Artoria..."

When Mordred heard these meaningful words, and saw the stinging expression on his uncle's face that could not be completely concealed, at that time, she was so flustered in astonishment that there is no need to elaborate too much. up.

In short, it was very flustered, and the more he explained, the more confused he became.

"Ah? Eh? No——no! This is just the liberation language of the Noble Phantasm... No, uncle! Really! I just want to kill that white flower—"

"What's wrong, Your Excellency Merlin?"

"He!...I think he has evil intentions! Well, yes, there is obviously an attempt, my instinct tells me so. Uncle, you must stay away from him!"

"Has an evil heart, has plans..." Her uncle did not directly refute these two adjectives, but obviously he did not let her go so easily.

Her uncle asked: "Let's not say anything else, do you really have no objection to Sister Arturia? Don't think too long, answer immediately."

(Scared) Mordred: "Huh? Uh, father, ah, uh... I don't hate it. Actually, I adore her, but she just won't admit me. I really hate—"

"Oh?"

"..."

"Okay," said her uncle.

"Understood, our uncle and nephew need to have a good and more in-depth talk. My dear, come with me, um, just start from the point you are worried about, and talk from beginning to end, is that okay? "

"..."

Mordred: "...Okay, okay."

What a pity, Mordred.

Not only was his longing for his father secretly revealed in broad daylight, but he was caught by his uncle and carried out profound and specific ideological education.

The point is, when she was moving her steps obediently and drooping her head, she was about to go back.

"Hahaha."

Uh-huh!

There must be such a hateful voice!

The rebellious knight's expression suddenly changed at that moment, his eyebrows were glaring, even if he didn't use the sword of the rebellious father to kill the nightmare, he still had to kill him with the sight of death——

Her uncle spoke again: "Modred, what are you looking at?"

Mordred: "That guy lives..."

Uncle: "Your temper is too impatient, you should be more tolerant and calm."

Mordred: "I—"

Ok.

OK.

If Uncle Cyril hadn't raised his hand to touch her at that time, Mordred would never have let the hateful white magician go so easily.

She made an impromptu decision, this time the situation is special, let's forget it.Even if that white flower is really annoying, seeing it makes my blood boil, and it's hard to calm down...

"Thank you, Cyril, Mordred, this child, it seems that he needs to be educated more."

Merlin turned a blind eye to the murderous eyes of the rebel knight, and he had no sense of fellowship, so he brazenly spoke in the tone of an elder.

Mordred: "To my beautiful father..."

Cyril: "Huh?"

Mordred (shutting up angrily): "..."

"I also have my own problems. It's okay, Mordred, I will reflect with you, the matter here is over, let's go, let's go back."

This is the cause of the reflective education incident.

Mordred might be a little relieved, because the unlucky child who was dragged away with her was G.

G was not treated badly, after all, Dr. Cyril was kind and kind, and he would not punish him just because he skipped work for a while.

But he was intimidated—oh no, how could the doctor "intimidate" him!

The doctor just pulled him over, patted the boy's already strong shoulders, and said with a pleasant face, he and Giotto had worked hard in the clinic, if you feel tired and want to take a vacation, you can tell him at any time, Don't be distracted by other little things.

G didn't realize the extremely obscure true meaning of these words at the beginning.

It was only after Mr. Merlin patted his shoulder meaningfully and shook his head with a smile that he suddenly understood.

—Have you been heard, must have been heard!

Doctor Cyril must have heard their murmurs when they were hiding not far away, and also knew that he was gossiping behind his back, curious about the relationship between the adults.

G: "..."

"No! It's nothing, doctor. I'm in great spirits and I don't feel tired at all. Please feel free to entrust me with the work that is too busy for you!"

"Are you so active? Alright, then G, please..."

very perfect.

A bunch of tasks are not heavy, but there are enough complicated and trivial matters to G. It is guaranteed that he can fully kill his energy without being exhausted, and he can no longer be curious or gossip.

Perhaps, it was at that moment that G, who had gone out for a trip but ended up with extremely tragic results, came back and saw Giotto who was in the clinic lightly nibbling on fruit, and woke up for the second time:

He was duped.

Oh, although it was his own idea to go out, and no one else could be blamed, but——

"...Giotto! You cunning boy!!!"

Giotto (playing stupid): "Hey, G, why did you just come back, the doctor and the others have all gone downstairs, you... oh, why are you beating me?"

He was chased and beaten by his friends with an innocent face, because he didn't want to be beaten, so he had to run around the room in circles.

Ah, if G wants to say that he deliberately cheated him, Giotto will definitely not admit it.

No, he didn't do anything, and he didn't encourage G to secretly explore the privacy of the teacher and Mr. Merlin. G is so excited, he seems to, probably, uh, stopped once?

G was furious: "Bastard Giotto, just put on this face! You must have guessed that we were going to be punished, but you didn't remind me at all, just put yourself aside and waited to see the excitement."

Giotto laughed: "Hey, misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding."

G: "You wait for me!"

The two teenagers continued chasing each other, and started to fight in a rare age-appropriate way.

Because Giotto didn't run away seriously, he was always vigilant not to bump into things in the consulting room, and he was quickly caught by G.

"Humph!"

G bent his fingers and tapped his head, causing Giotto to suffer.

Afterwards, the red-haired boy who dissipated his anger snorted again, but this time, it was obviously more doubts than anger:

"Is it my illusion? How do I feel that you are more and more like someone we know? No, who is that person? Why do I have such an inexplicable intuition?"

G himself doesn't know who Giotto looks more and more like, but he suddenly has this feeling.

It's so weird.

Giotto thought thoughtfully: "Well, what you say... makes sense."

No one knows what Giotto realized at this time, only that he was not affected by G's nagging at all, but seemed very happy.

"cut."

"Don't cut it. By the way, you just said that you are not the only one who has been cleaned up—"

"Oh, is that so, what a misfortune, and I am sorry for you and Miss Mordred. But the teacher must be doing it for your own good."

Giotto mourns the two victims from the bottom of his heart.

"..."

"...Stop talking, Giotto. You open your mouth and I want to beat you."

*****

After arousing great repercussions, the "rebellion against my father" event finally came to an end with a long, in-depth, and emotional long talk, and the curtain came to an end.

Except for the first one or two days, Mordred, who has the style of a big sister, continued to droop his head, as if he was very listless, so there was no further disturbance.

It seemed that this was an accident, and nothing could be changed if they just chatted.

but……

- Yes.There are still changes.

Mordred, who is the person involved, has the most direct feelings.

She clearly felt that the more or less strange feeling and awkwardness that existed between herself and her uncle whom she had met after so many years had all disappeared because of this incident.

It can be said that kneeling down and receiving education obediently and motionless brought the distance between their uncle and nephew closer.

At the end of the very solemn heart-to-heart talk, my uncle looked at her (probably his heart didn't change much after the talk), and in the end he didn't bring her into the room again, and babbled on for a long time.

He just showed a helpless smile in Mordred's cautious but expectant eyes.

then.

"Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore. Anyway, Mordred, I'm really glad to see you."

Just as Mordred imagined unbalancedly, the best uncle in the world took her who was suddenly in a daze, and hugged her very gently.

This hug... No, this tenderness is what Mordred wants most.

And not just at this time.

She once had this tenderness, in the garden where she played most often when she was young.

However, it was like a flower held in the palm of the hand and withered and turned into ashes before it could be treasured properly. Even the ashes of the picked flowers were blown away by the wind from nowhere, as if telling her that this was her destiny unobtainable.

After losing the flower, Mordred, the man-made man who lived as the Son of Vengeance, almost felt that he was not qualified to get it.

but……

In the end, I got it back, and got it again.

"Ah, uncle!"

As if he forgot all the things he had been taught before in an instant, Mordred raised his arms half a beat slower, but still hugged him tightly without any surprise.

She also buried her head in her uncle's chest, probably not crying out of excitement, after all, hearing the voice, she was obviously laughing: "Hey~ This is good, ah, it's much more comfortable, I don't know what's going on, before I Don't know what to say."

"Just said a few words, and you're making trouble again."

Cyril laughed, but his tone was doting.

"By the way, Mordred, can I please..."

"Please! Just tell me what kind of uncle you want me to be."

"Ah, actually, I just want to ask if you can spare some time and give some pointers to those two children."

"Those two—oh, they. Do you mean I want to beat them and let them grow up while being beaten? If they have no objection, of course I have no objection."

"...It means that's right, but you also described it too bluntly."

Cyril was overwhelmed by his niece's unpretentious language art.

The future of the teenagers growing up in pain has been decided in this way, and the atmosphere between the uncle and nephew is still extremely warm.

After waiting for a long time, Cyril waited until Mordred let go of his claws.Then, it took a lot of time to secretly send away the niece whose instant clinginess had doubled.

Well, it was a tiring job, but Cyril was good enough for it.

Up to now, another day has passed.

If it wasn't for Giotto and the others who could help, he hadn't had the time to miss work for so long. It seems that he should apologize first, and then reward them well.

"Obviously verbal rewards are not acceptable, so should I give out bonuses, or..."

Cyril was thinking in his heart, but he hadn't made a decision yet.

Today's dinner is most likely made by Giotto again. As a teacher, he felt sorry, so he wanted to walk out of the bedroom, thank the capable students at the dining table, and then mention the new "teaching assistant" to the two teenagers. thing.

However, just as he got up, his chair shook to the side due to the vibration.

"Leave them alone, Cyril."

The sudden appearance of this leisurely voice made Cyril's footsteps stop, and he paused for a moment before raising his eyes to look at the source of the sound.

"what happened?"

He's used to it, so he won't ask meaningless questions like "Why did you barge in so suddenly and still not make a sound?" He just speaks straight to the point.

However, Merlin was still very conscious.

"I knocked on the door before I came in, but you didn't seem to hear?"

"Huh? Is that right? I'm sorry, I might not have noticed." Cyril said immediately afterward: "Then, why are you here?"

"I want to tell you good news."

Merlin took two steps forward very naturally, but it was similar to his act of explaining that he had actually knocked on the door. He didn't get too close, and stopped about a few meters away from Cyril's desk.

"Please sit down?"

"Ah, no need, it can be finished in a few words."

The magician's smile is extraordinarily sincere, and it can be seen that his mood is indeed relaxed at this time.

"Cyril, don't worry about those three children."

"what?"

Under Cyril's puzzled eyes, the magician smiled again: "Giotto cooked the meal, and Mordred told them that he was going to give them special training. G is still surprised in the restaurant."

Cyril: "Well... so?"

With all due respect, the magician's words were rather inexplicable, and he didn't realize how much this answer had a clear connection with his own question.

However, there was still a mysterious look on Merlin's face.

"Those two children are in their teens. After you have taught them for five years, they should have learned more or less."

"Ah."

"The most difficult cooking is now conquered by Giotto. They can feed themselves without worrying that they will faint from hunger."

"Then."

"In terms of safety, the level of the two of them is not enough, but Mordred is here, and it can perfectly fill the gap."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"——It's time to give them the opportunity to be independent and exercise themselves in an environment without adults blocking the wind."

It wasn't until this moment that Merlin finished speaking intermittently, which had dragged on for a long time.

"……What's the meaning?"

"I mean."

The white-haired magician with never-before-seen focused eyes approached at some point, and his gaze made Cyril, who was already more and more bewildered, feel his heart skip a beat.

And he still said in his mouth: "Since the prerequisites for not having to do everything by yourself have been met, then I am here to make a solemn invitation. This is the first time, and it may be the last time. In short, I am very grateful serious!"

It was at this moment that Cyril's left hand was placed on the table, and he subconsciously clenched the corner of the table, with a look of surprise on his face.

Needless to say, the premonition of something unusual was already densely packed in his heart. He almost slipped in that song, but fortunately he managed to stabilize it in the end.

"Wait a minute, let me make a tentative judgment, you didn't come here suddenly under the condition of being stimulated and confused—"

"No, my mind is normal now! It just took me a while to muster up the courage, maybe there is a bit... the sequelae of hesitation?"

"That means you are still being stimulated by external factors, resulting in emotional unrest and excessive tension. I suggest you go back and rest first..."

"No, no, no, I really didn't—"

Probably because the two of them (Cyril did not admit that he would also occupy a spot) became inexplicably nervous, the hasty words intertwined, some overlapped, and the scene seemed quite chaotic for a while.

Fortunately, the magician who was in the most prettiest posture couldn't hold on anymore, and collapsed first.

"Ah, no, if you keep procrastinating, I'll lose all the energy I've been trying to lift up!"

Covering his eyes with one hand, the lower half of his face, which was not covered, showed a broken look.

Compared with the "perfect" vision before coming here, the magician in reality is really a failure.

Because he covered his eyes, he didn't let it go for a long time, let alone look at it——

It's only slightly lighter than Fang, but there is still a firm voice coming.

"Cyril, I want to invite you..."

Thump, boom.

The heartbeat that should not exist in Nightmare's chest, how come it beats like a drum again.

But what he can do is not to stop, but to make his voice as stable as possible.

"Come with me to see—the garden I have decorated for you."

"........."

There was silence.

After Merlin's voice disappeared, no one spoke for a while.

Merlin probably wanted to take a look—in fact, he could have covered his eyes—but he didn't.

"……garden?"

Leaving aside the key words "decorated for you", an inspiration suddenly fell into his mind, and Cyril managed to suppress the emotions that were far from being relieved: "The garden you made yourself... No, I suddenly want to ask You have a strange question."

"Among the flowers you mentioned, are there—the ones you said you borrowed from me before?"

"..."

"Ah, what... no, because it's used for other people..."

"..."

After calming down for a while, Cyril finally spoke: "Although I am happy to appreciate the fruits of your labor, the time you chose...isn't it appropriate?"

now it is night.

The night is dark and windy, and the wind is cold. Who would choose to go to see flowers at this time.

and.

"I think you can take Giotto and the others to appreciate it together." Cyril said, this proposal is reasonable: "Just take a free day to go, there is no need..."

"necessary."

Merlin actually interrupted him.

He finally put his hands down, and his face was still handsome when he turned around, but there seemed to be two more abrupt red marks.

Well, just take it as, it was pressed out by his own fingers.

Being keenly aware of the aura of being rejected, the magician who had been defeated so many times that he was no longer confident could not help but cheer up suddenly and burst out with an astonishing momentum.

"It can only be today, ah, to be precise, it can only be today, which will be tomorrow in three hours. Because—"

The momentum was astonishing, so the behavior of the white-haired magician suddenly appearing in front of Cyril was almost ignored.

Cyril should have a dozen or more methods to prevent the magician from holding his hand with a guilty conscience.

But he froze, so it didn't.

"Using a special identification method, I know that tomorrow, a few hours later, will be the day you were born. It's not this body, it's the real you, Cyril."

"So, I have prepared this urgent gift for you, which can only be seen at night."

"So... are you willing to accept it?"

In the silence, Merlin only heard his own voice that seemed to be aggravated countless times.

"The time is tomorrow, but not only tomorrow."