I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Last year, not just on a whim, Cyril planned to plant flowers at the entrance of the clinic.

There is a flat land outside their clinic, the environment is not bad, but it looks extraordinarily empty.Looking around, there is only one gray and dark color. If you see it all year round, you may feel monotonous and deserted.

"When patients come here, if they can see the flowers planted on the side of the road, they will feel much better."

He is still not thinking about himself first, but the idea is obviously good.

Because this was his own idea, it took more time, but it was not troublesome, so Cyril didn't ask Giotto to help, and he just took the time to do it himself.

His action efficiency has always been very high, and this time is no exception.

The necessary fertilizers, suitable flower seeds, and the indispensable preparations for picking flowers will be gathered quickly.Cyril had never planted flowers before, but Sheng had read many books on related topics, and after thinking about it for a while, he still looked decent when he started.

And the actual effect is also very good, it is considered a success once.

On both sides of the gray flat land in front of the main entrance of the clinic, greenery creeps up bit by bit.

The rose stamens dotted in the bushes have not yet bloomed, just like light red crystal gems, dotted among the branches with hidden thorns.

Well, for first-timers, this works really well.

The coffins of the few rose bushes that have been born so far are not too dense, but let them grow slowly and naturally, and the scale can be expanded.

The people who passed by here expressed surprise and anticipation when they saw it, which made Cyril very happy, and waited even more eagerly for the day when all the stamens would bloom.

... As a result, unfortunately.

On the day when the calculated rose was about to bloom slowly, when Cyril woke up early in the morning, he saw that the most swollen flower bud was still on the branch.

And when he came out to look at it at noon, he found that most of the buds had bloomed, and the one that should have bloomed the best——

Missed.

The reason why it disappeared was that it was cruelly "clicked" off with scissors by a certain magician who didn't understand the style at all, leaving only half of the bald branches dangling there.

"........."

Cyril's expression at that moment changed too quickly and was too complicated to describe in words.

You just need to know how relaxed and happy he was when he came leisurely, and how heavy and annoyed he was when he found his beloved flower turned into a bare pole, that's all.

Although the magician who picked up the sinful scissors was still there to explain: "I didn't act without authorization! Don't look at me with the eyes of a sinner like this--I told you in advance just now?"

"Yes, I remember it very clearly, and I haven't forgotten it." Cyril said.

"What you said is that there is a very important matter and you want to pick some flowers I planted."

"And then you agreed to..."

"Yes, I agree."

But this bitterly suppressed anger was surging like an undercurrent—it was about to rush to the rocks on the coast.

Cyril: "But! You want to pick it! Can't you pick the next few flowers!"

He tried very hard not to be angry.

However, if you are not angry, it seems that you are sorry for your special care for the most beautiful flower bud these days, and for its potential to amaze everyone.

I'm also sorry for the fingers that were still accidentally pricked by the sharp thorns on the flower branch yesterday when I touched it carefully.

The blood that flowed out from the opening touched a little bit of the flower bone that seemed to explode at the touch of a touch, making the originally pink color even more gorgeous.

and so……

Your Excellency Merlin who cut off his hard work in one fell swoop is really too much!

"Because only this one is usable, and there is no other way—cough, ah, I was wrong, Cyril, just treat it as a loan from me, and pay it back with interest in the future..."

"How can this be considered a loan, and the interest does not exist, so don't say it."

"I promise only this time, next time—"

"There will be no next time, thank you."

Resolutely, resolutely, simply.

Cyril's heart was filled with sadness after being cut off the little flower he was most looking forward to.

He said that the lost flower is unique, and it will not be the original one when it comes back. Merlin, please stop talking and let him calm down.

Then, as soon as he put the watering can on the ground, he calmed down on his own.

Because I was so sad, I didn't notice that not far away, there was a red-haired kid who happened to bump into this scene and was waiting there. He pricked up his ears to listen to their words, but he couldn't hear them clearly. The content was only guessed intermittently.

This should be the reason for G's misunderstanding.

Back to the present.

Contacting what Merlin vaguely told him at this time, Cyril roughly guessed why he insisted on cutting off the blood-stained flower in the first place.

First he was stunned, then helpless, and finally...

"...You really don't need to bother about such trivial things. I even forgot about that day."

"No, how can it be said to be a trivial matter. Although the invitation was a bit abrupt, I prepared very seriously... Ah, I still have to ask your forgiveness for the previous incident, I didn't mean it!"

"I don't blame you."

Cyril said.

He only said the first half of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence stopped at the edge of his mouth, and he paused, but he did not continue to speak.

Your invitation is indeed very sincere, but I think there is still a problem with the time - in this case, it seems to discourage people's enthusiasm too much.

Cyril could find many reasons to decline the invitation.

First of all, as I said before, no one goes to see flowers at night.

Then, according to what the magician said, this trip will not come back soon.

He seemed to want to pull him and stay outside for a while.

Therefore, the most sufficient reason is here-Cyril will not forget how much he has to do.

"I went tonight, come back in the morning."

This is a compromise.

Cyril seemed to ignore the close distance between the two of them, and said with a slanted gaze: "I will go to Father Joel when I come back in the morning. He needs my help with something. After noon, I have to go to Isaac's house." See how his father is recovering. In the evening, there is another..."

"Wait, wait, wait."

"?"

"According to your calculations, every moment of every day is filled with various things, and there is no time to relax by yourself."

"That's because there are indeed so many things that must be done..."

"No, Cyril, you can't think like that. Come on, let me explain it to you carefully."

Merlin switched modes, and pulled Cyril to the bedside openly.When the two sat down together, it felt like they were going to have a long conversation - it seemed a little different from the long conversation between Cyril and Mordred?

Anyway, Cyril didn't mention it, and Merlin still held his hand and didn't let it go.

"The things you said don't have to be done by you, isn't that right?"

"Well, almost."

"Giotto and G have reached their age, and their level is about the same. It's time to exercise by themselves, isn't that right?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with what we're talking about—"

"Of course it has something to do with it." Merlin said righteously: "If I say it too directly, you must not be angry. Because, as you once said, it is good to do what you can do, but, a certain It takes too much time to sit down on some very simple things!"

"..."

"As a teacher, you should give your students plenty of time to exercise. This is another piece of advice from seniors."

To be honest, it means this over and over again.

However, Cyril felt that there seemed to be no problem with Merlin's logic, but the problem should be in the motive:

"Dare to ask, are you encouraging me to elope with you?"

"Hahaha how could it be, I'm giving you a serious explanation, and then—what... what? Elope?...Elope?!!"

If reason hadn't told him not to make too much noise, the magician's fast-breaking scream would have smashed through the ceiling, broke through directly above the ground, and echoed hundreds of times in the consulting room.

However, he jumped up reflexively.

Didn't jump too high, didn't fall into Avalon dizzy with blown head from overexcitement.

At the critical moment, Cyril made a backhand grab and grabbed the flying Nightmare.

"Isn't that what you mean? I shouldn't have misunderstood it."

Merlin: "It seems that there is no difference but—the intention is not like this, this, that or something!"

While speaking incoherently and flustered, the magician with a dull expression was dragged by the force coming from his elbow, and then he fell over and threw himself onto the bed.

It's not over yet.

The soft touch of the quilt suddenly appeared on the back, and the heart of the magician who fell on his back suddenly tightened.

The delicate face that he had seen for a long time occupied the top of his line of sight, excluding any other background, and it was still slowly hanging down in the silence.

Cyril put his right hand on the face of the white-haired magician, tilted his body, turned his head, and looked over.

An invisible sense of oppression poured in, though, the eyes of the blond youth were still as calm as a pool of clear green springs.

He didn't speak for a long time, just staring at Merlin like this.

Merlin stared at him stiffly, maybe there was cold sweat hanging on his brow.

"I swear, I have absolutely no selfish motives in this matter—"

"Well, I can trust you."

"...Huh? Do you believe this?"

"The premise is that you have to tell me what you really think."

look straight ahead.

Merlin couldn't care about anything else for a while.His eyes were all immersed in the Duke's beautiful green eyes, and his mind was also shaken by it.So much so that he didn't realize that the duke who used "you" to address him from the beginning to the end unknowingly omitted the honorific title.

He couldn't say anything else but the truth.Of course, at this moment, no other words are needed.

"I want you to be free."

"Am I not free?"

"No, it's different. You always think about others, never really think about yourself. You want to use your strength to help others, so that others can be happy, but you don't think about your own happiness."

The words from the magician's mouth made Cyril's expression slightly condensed, and there seemed to be a transparent torrent surging in his eyes.

"I'm not as selfless as you said." He said in a deep voice.

"Yes, you also have shortcomings, but that doesn't matter." Merlin said: "Your kindness and the responsibilities you think you have to bear have become the shackles that bind you. You don't want to think more about yourself because , do you think you are not qualified to be happy?"

"..."

Cyril didn't answer, but slowly, the five fingers clasping the bed quilt were more forceful, and a lock of the magician's white hair was also clasped in it.

"I could have said more, but maybe, I was too nervous, and I became a little dumb."

But a magician with a stupid mouth can still speak sweet words like flowers blooming in spring.

He said: "I spent a lot of time thinking about how to make up for my past mistakes. The final conclusion is that past mistakes cannot be made up, but I can do something that only I can do."

"Just put the responsibility of having to temporarily throw away the messy things and return to your own world to me. This is the most direct and romantic way I can think of."

"If you don't have to feel guilty, you can take a vacation to your heart's content, would you accept my invitation, dear Cyril?"

If it wasn't for lying on the bed and speaking with a slightly weak momentum, this expression of true feelings would be more contagious.

But hey, it's not too bad.

Waiting for a reply only took a short while.

Cyril, who was staring straight at Merlin, couldn't tell from his expression what was going on in his mind during the silence.

But he made a move.

He only raised his hand, and with a pull—Merlin was pulled up from the bed by him.

And until now, the strong edge has not subsided, Cyril's eyes swept across the magician's face, just when Merlin thought he was about to be rejected again:

"The so-called 'romantic' usually means ending without a disease, you know?"

Merlin (sluggish): "...Hey? Wait, do you mean that...!"

"The love between a knight and a lady is sincere and passionate, but it is doomed to be fruitless. 'Romance' is the process of burning oneself desperately for love."

Cyril let the magician go calmly.

"Influenced by a certain knight in the family, I have a little understanding of this special term."

Seemingly explaining casually, he left the magician aside, then went to the desk, picked up the pen and paper, and the handwriting fell on the flat paper, and it immediately became elegant and gorgeous.

"You seemed surprised just now, the sound was too loud, might it spread outside?"

"Ah no, I subconsciously set a barrier..."

"very good."

--Snapped.

The just-used pen was tapped on the table by the blond duke, just enough to hold down the torn piece of paper, preventing it from slipping to the ground.

The magician concealed his confusion with a smile: "What is that?"

Cyril: "Ah, the notice of leave, and the instructions for the acting physician during the leave of the attending physician."

"Oh, vacation...huh?!"

"I suddenly realized that it's time for me to take a vacation." Cyril turned around and faced the white-haired magician who was shocked or happy.

The corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, but because his expression was so calm, even if he did, he still looked so indifferent.

"The curse from Tsunayoshi has been withdrawn, and the bad review this time has also been successfully deleted. It is equivalent to, I am now on vacation—well, I seem to be completely convinced by myself."

Merlin obviously didn't expect that Cyril would change his mind so quickly.

"It's getting too—"

"Do you have an opinion?"

"No, please take a vacation with me."

So happily decided.

There are still two and a half hours before the next day, which represents the early morning.

Outside, the three brats who had been arguing for a long time were hungry. After waiting for a long time, they didn't wait for Dr. Cyril to come out of the room.

"Uncle won't fall asleep, right? Hey, I'll call—"

Just saying that, Mordred's indifferent expression suddenly froze.

She noticed that the contract between the Servant and the Master was inexplicably blurred at this moment.

It didn't disappear, the contract was obviously still there, but the difference from before was that, as a follower, she couldn't sense the exact location of the contracter.

In other words...

She was unilaterally blocked—is there any mistake! ! !

"Bang!"

After discovering something was wrong, the rebellious knight led two newly recruited younger brothers to break in.

Ben was full of worries, thinking that something happened to Cyril.But the truth is even crueler than imagined... I don't know how many times.

The room was empty.

All the furnishings that can be seen are neat and tidy, the floor is spotless, and there is no trace of mess, revealing that the owner of the room has just done a meticulous tidying up not long ago.

If something really happened, it would definitely not be so neat, so, what happened...

"what?"

Giotto has discovered something.

He saw the paper in the middle of the desk, and hurried over to pick it up, "This is... a letter from the teacher?"

Then read it in a hurry.

Giotto: "..."

And the other two who also saw what was written in the letter afterwards: "..."

--children.

—Because of a sudden revelation, I deserve a vacation of unknown duration.So, I'm leaving first. In order not to affect your mood, I won't say goodbye in person.

——And: Giotto, don't forget to go to church tomorrow, G remember to go to Isaac's house to follow up on his father, and then these two children will be entrusted to you Mordred...

Some more detailed precautions are omitted below.

Well, it can be summed up in one sentence:

"I'm going to take a reasonable vacation, children, you face life positively, come on!"

"..."

"That cunning magician kidnapped my uncle again...Damn it! Merlin!!!"

Quite far away, Merlin: "...Ah Choo!"

……

Disgusted by the sudden airflow, the scattered petals flew up high, and after not flying far, they wobbled back to the depths of the flower bush.

They are standing among the flowers.

Oh, the vast expanse that can't be seen at the end in all directions can't be called a flower bush, but a sea of ​​flowers.

Cyril has been to this place.

"The flowers you're talking about...are these?"

Too much.

All you can see are flowers.

The sea of ​​flowers in Avalon has remained unchanged throughout the years, and the seasons are like spring. Compared with when Cyril first came thousands of years ago, there is no change.

Always peaceful and peaceful, full of carefree atmosphere.

"It's not here, it's... Well, we'll have to walk a while to get there."

Yes, Merlin said that he wanted to take Cyril to a distant place, but the place he went was really far enough.It has reached the ideal land that human beings cannot reach.

Cyril was actually a little surprised to revisit his old place after many years.

Now he walked in here in a living state, which was different from the last time he came here, and it felt quite novel.

and.

Walk side by side with the white-haired magician, through the sea of ​​flowers rippling in the breeze.

This coincided with the last fragment of his memory, which made him mistakenly think that he was in a dream for a moment...

It's just that when he saw "that" from a distance, Cyril would not think that way.

"We're here."

Merlin led him to a tall tower.

When viewed from a distance, this pure tower stands in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, like a long line connecting the ground and the blue sky.And when you get closer, you will find that it is supported by amethyst-like pillars, with a complicated structure. It has been waiting here for a long time, silent and mysterious.

"...It's a little different from what I thought."

After a brief pause, Cyril spoke.

"This is the Tower at the End. Before—it was a long time ago, I told you. You can see the tower at the end of Avalon when you climb up."

Merlin explained, but omitted the content that this was also the claustrophobic place he had chosen for himself.

Facing the "prison" that has been in for nearly a thousand years, the magician may sigh softly.

But before that, he stretched out his hand to the companion who led him, and when the corners of his lips were smiling, his eyes of the same color as the tower body softened: "Can you come with me?"

"Ok."

Cyril seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

But in the end, he still held it up as promised.

Entering the tower, when climbing the steps one after the other, Merlin can use this to lend strength to the people behind him.

The closely-wrapped staircase steps are like spirals that are constantly rotating and rising, making it difficult to tell how long it will take to reach the top.

But in fact, they didn't walk for long, and they might only reach the middle height of the tower.

There are still steps going up, but the place Merlin wants to go is on this floor.

The magician opened his mouth openly: "This is right here, I..."

"You lived here before we met in reality?"

"..."

"Isn't it? I should have guessed right."

"Huh? Hey? Wait...wait a minute! How do you know, Cyril?"

Merlin was shocked.

The previously prepared lines were completely useless from this moment on, it was really caught off guard.

Cyril only said two words: "Intuition."

The magician, who probably wanted a gentleman to lead the way, froze in place, and subconsciously took a step aside when the blond-haired young man whose aura rose again looked at him.

That way, no one gets in the way.

Cyril: "Thank you. Then I will interrupt."

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the simple door in front of him.

The scene inside the house, which is simpler than the door, came into view logically.

Didn't look for the "flower" as the magician called it in the first place.

In this square, narrow room with no bed, nothing but a table and chairs without any design——

Oh, he also saw the computer on the table.

"Is this the original criminal tool?"

"... Oh no! There was no crime—I'm sorry I was wrong."