I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

If he had stayed a little longer at that time, climbed up the tower, and saw what he saw in his eyes at this time, would he have changed his mind and stayed?

Because at this moment, the scenery that can only be seen from a high place is too beautiful.

The long river leans against the edge of the purple flower sea, meandering and gurgling towards the unknown world.

The pure soul will board the boat guided by the fairy, swaying, and the place to go may be the galaxy.

Eternal peace and happiness seem to be something that every soul yearns for, and it has a natural attraction to them.

Even at this distance, Cyril was attracted.

He almost got up and approached the far side——

"be careful."

Just when Cyril tilted his body subconsciously, as if to let himself fall into the flowers dozens of meters below.The magician who was close to him reached out and pulled him back.

"Because you are a living person, you may be a little affected when you see it for the first time."

Merlin also looked over there.

When the same scenery is reflected in the magician's purple eyes that seem to be flickering, there will be no confusion.

"The soul of every human being who comes here will get the peace and tranquility that cannot be obtained in life. In the fairyland, there will be no pain, no sorrow, and they will go to the afterlife in happiness."

"As long as you stay here, can you get happiness?"

After returning to his senses, Cyril asked.

"They will forget all the pain they experienced during their lifetime, and slowly, other memories during their lifetime will also be forgotten. Without these memories, what remains is pure happiness." Merlin replied.

"So it turned out to be..."

Do you get "happiness" by forgetting?

Because he has forgotten all the sufferings he suffered during his lifetime, he can be carefree in the independent fairyland.

From this, Cyril remembered that the last time he came to Avalon, he got an invitation from the magician to "stay".

However, before he could bring up this old matter again, Merlin himself said it first:

"Ah... At that time, I thought that if you could stay, you wouldn't have to bear the pain in reality anymore."

"Actually, well, I told you my reason at the time, and I can understand what you mean."

Cyril didn't think there was anything to mention.

He strongly rejected Merlin's proposal at that time, and he was very displeased with the condescending attitude of the magician, but this did not mean that he still had any opinions on the magician.

"However." Cyril thought about it seriously, and his opinion did not change: "If the price of obtaining happiness is to pay for memory, then this kind of happiness is not what I approve of..."

"..."

Keenly aware that something was wrong, he glanced to the side, and saw that his dear Lord Merlin was pursing his lips, his eyes seemed a little erratic.

Cyrillic:"……"

"What did you do behind my back again, please be sure to tell the truth!"

"Uh wow, don't make it seem like I often do bad things behind your back, no, it's just—um..."

Before Cyril seriously considered whether to withdraw and leave, the magician who had already learned his lesson and resumed his nightmare confessed honestly.

It's also an old thing.

Cyril always thought that the previous time—that is, the dream travel before his death was the first time he came to the ideal land of Avalon.

But it turned out not to be.

Merlin told him that they had already met earlier.

When they accidentally met in a dream, Cyril was just five years old.

When the blond boy saw the white-haired Nightmare standing in a daze among the flowers, he thought he was the elf mentioned in the knight novel, opened his mouth, and called out the name "Mr. Fairy".

"If you divide it by species, it's actually not wrong to call it that way."

Falling into memories unconsciously, Merlin rested his chin, thinking of the blond boy who jumped in front of him like a little sun, while sighing, he couldn't help showing deep nostalgia.

"It's so cute."

"It's so small, you will look at my dear with adoring eyes, ah, if only you looked at me more at the beginning..."

Xu Shi was thinking about it, and the soft appearance of the Duke when he was a child emerged in his mind, and Merlin couldn't help being intoxicated——

Cyril (eyebrows twitched, mouth twitched slightly): "...Oh, that's right."

Merlin (suddenly returning to his senses): "!"

"Sorry, I'm not cute right now, can I be honest?"

"No, no, dear, you are also very cute now, can you not tell the truth, I can almost guess—"

"no."

With that said, Cyril leaned to the left.

Please believe that his expression is quite indifferent, and there is not even a trace of annoyance revealed.

Just when he got close all of a sudden, it seemed to bring about a sharp whirlwind.And his eyes are also staring at the magician with ding dings, the line of sight projected seems to be able to see through the magician's heart.

He paused every word: "Your Excellency Merlin, it turns out that you are just an innocent child who has a special—"

"Stop! Stop, stop! If you go on, you will enter a very dangerous area... Wow!"

They were sitting by the suspended beam, and Merlin became excited again.

Just now Cyril didn't fall down in a daze, the magician who tried to explain that he had no special interest in human cubs wobbled, but he almost fell crookedly.

"Ugh."

Before the magician slammed into the flowers with a disgraceful snap, Cyril stretched out his arms at the critical moment, hugged the beam with one hand, and grabbed the magician's robe with the other, and slowly put the disgraced Lord Merlin Bring it back.

Dangling, looking extraordinarily relaxed, like holding a white flower——

"...Honey, your arm strength seems to have increased a lot..."

"No, it's because this is a fairyland, and I have been blessed by the environment."

Cyril put Merlin where he was.

Using "put" to describe it, I always feel a little subtle and cute...

After coming up, Merlin sat upright.Cyril moved away without disgust, but he didn't look at him either.

The two who had just interrupted the dangerous topic maintained this awkward atmosphere for a long time, as if watching the distant scenery was more interesting than chatting at such a close distance.

--only.

——If, under the magician's wide sleeves, their hands were not clasped together as if nothing had happened, the calm and self-restraint on this face can still be counted.

"I'm a little tired."

"I'm sorry I was wrong... Eh? Are you tired?"

"a little bit?"

"Why is that uncertain tone?"

Even so.

The expression on Mei Lin's face was also extremely calm, calm and breezy, nothing could move him.

But his voice at this time was extraordinarily soft, as if he was worried that if he got any more serious, he would disturb the butterflies that quietly landed on his shoulders.

"Then, just lean on me and rest for a while?"

……

Probably not much more than "for a while".

A certain passionate young man who was thrown into this place where nothing but flowers were trees finally found the person he was looking for after a hard search.

"Hey! Climb this high? Almost didn't see it."

Before he reached the tower, he was panting and exhausted.

I looked up with my waist down, and saw the two people sitting on the high place who seemed to be very leisurely. For some reason, my heart felt a little choked up.

If you can't figure out why, then don't think about it.

The hot-blooded young man threw away the messy thoughts in his heart, cheered up, and was about to raise his arms and shout to the top.

—Shh, whisper, don't wake up my beloved.

Such a voice that hides a smile but is inexplicably erratic rang leisurely by his ears.

Passionate youth: "..."

Passionate youth: "What???"