I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"...The master of the ancestors, Cyril, Cyril!"

"You, you can't think about it—"

Probably not an illusion.

Not long after Cyril woke up, he was startled by this cry that seemed to be distraught.

"..."

"Long time no see, Cyril. I didn't expect to see you here. I don't know if I should be happy." Although calling the same name was a bit strange, Cyril still greeted each other normally.

"What happened? You seem a little, overexcited?"

He stood at the main entrance at the bottom of the tower at the end, opened his arms, and caught the other Cyril who seemed to be crying.

The passionate young man was really crying.

"I don't know wow! Why, I feel so sad all of a sudden." He hugged Cyril without being unfamiliar and polite at all, so he felt the warmth in the arms of his family as a matter of course.

Cyril patted his furry head, um, it feels a bit——

Oh, it was only then that he discovered that the descendant of the knight commander who appeared in Avalon, this child did not bring someone else's body, but came to him with the original appearance of the soul.

The figure, appearance, the height of the hair on the top of the head...all the details are perfectly repeated, almost like a reflection in a mirror.

The real owner of the body looks exactly the same as the current him.

A little, a little bit, I'm not used to it.

But it's okay, Cyril continued to comfort him like a child: "It's okay if you don't know, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry or cry, just take it easy. Do you know how you got here?"

The hot-blooded youth slowed down obediently.

It's a bit strange to say.His sadness came suddenly, and disappeared very quickly, like a breeze, the previous memory was still there, but in the same place, no profound influence was left as if it did not exist.

So, when he looked up again, he returned to normal as if nothing happened, and there was no sign of unbearable tears.

"Oh, I floated here."

"...The state of the soul, did it float in?"

"That's right—well, it should be, anyway, it's just like before, coming here just like before."

Memories of hot-blooded youth.

Since the last time we separated, he floated out, a little far away.

If you want to talk about how you got into Avalon, don't ask him, he doesn't know either.

Even the hot-blooded youth didn't even know that Avalon was here.He has been here for a while, and it only took half a day to quickly switch from being dazed at the beginning to being as chic and comfortable as a fish in water.

The goblins who were once scared away by Cyril got acquainted with the hot-blooded youth, and they had a great time playing.

While playing around, one day—that is, today, the hot-blooded young man heard from a familiar goblin that a person who looked exactly like him also came to Avalon.

The passionate young man immediately thought of Cyril, who had the same name as himself.

He ran over cheerfully and looked up——

"..."

"Ah!!! I know why I'm sad!"

The hot-blooded young man made a gesture to hug her up again: "Cyril! Are you with that strange guy with white hair? Don't worry, although I like girls, if it was you, I would also—"

"Stop, stop, stop, the more you talk, the more you go too far."

A voice that would probably not be popular came faintly. The hot-blooded youth failed to hug Cyril this time. Before that, he stepped back one meter in an instant with a question mark on his face.

The hot-blooded youth: "Oh! It appeared again, this cunning and insidious trick!"

Merlin appeared.

No, he was already there, just watching silently the little guy who was not very welcome ran over and hugged his dear - because the atmosphere was really "good", he didn't come out empathetically Voice.

However, when it was time to speak, he would not continue to remain silent.

"Okay, okay, kids, don't make trouble."

Merlin's tone was a little perfunctory, which made the passionate young man who was at odds with him raise his eyebrows, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"I protest against the unfair treatment I have received!"

"Oh, there's no such thing as fairness or unfairness. Children, you have to know that everything has to come first and then come first. If you don't talk about this, you have to talk about fate and like-mindedness."

The magician laughed and said, "If you don't have any of them, then you're completely useless. The sooner you give up, the better you won't cause trouble to others."

It seems that it is not just a simple instruction, but the content is very profound.

"protest!"

"It's no use protesting."

"Ah, why do you exude a very unpleasant atmosphere!"

"Maybe it's because I'm not human?"

"Wow-"

Cyril (prominent voice): "Ahem."

The two noisy guys stopped arguing.

As if the argument just now had been blown away by the wind, Merlin spoke again with his usual solemn expression: "Little friend, you've been here for quite a while, right?"

Passionate youth (alert): "Yeah, why?"

Merlin: "Oh, that's fine. We can start now and get the two of you back."

He said it so easily.

This time, not only the hot-blooded young man was surprised, but Cyril was also surprised.

"In exchange? Your Excellency Merlin, what do you mean—"

The main purpose of Merlin's insistence on bringing Cyril here seems to have been exposed.

No matter how calm he was, Cyril couldn't restrain his surprise and a slightly absent expression at this time.

He was a little caught off guard, he didn't think so soon—no, what is the magician going to do?

Deliberately want to suppress the injustice in my heart and ask.

"It's okay, just trust me."

Merlin said so, and walked out of the tower.

When he walked past Cyril, he turned his head to comfort his suspicious lover, and at the same time—unsure in his heart, but very calmly, he wanted to hold the other's left hand.

"..."

call.

Hold it!

Not being thrown off quietly is the greatest victory.The magician kind of wants to control his smile so that it doesn't show too much, too obviously.

But there was a smile on the corner of his lips, and his purple eyes were staring at his lover with sparkle, his innumerable tenderness was like the petals of a flower basket full of falling flowers, overflowing with a splash.

"Stop, stop, stop."

The person who said this sentence this time was a passionate young man.

The passionate youth felt that he was suddenly shielded from the world.It was a world that he couldn't even step into, full of sticky and strange atmosphere, and it made him feel sad, faintly revived.

So he said: "I'm still here! Oh! It's abominable. But let's get down to business. Can you tell me first why you're changing back all of a sudden? And if you really have to, what will Cyril do?"

Merlin turned his head: "All right, all right, let's talk while walking."

"I'm going to take you to a place, and on the way there, I just happened to explain to you..."

Merlin pulled Cyril and walked in front of the hot-blooded and lively Cyril, it seemed that he really wanted to take them somewhere.

Passionate youth: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and finally, he slowly closed his mouth again.

When he followed slowly, he didn't speak to the two people in front, he said to himself in a low voice: "The reason for being sad is because you are sad, ancestor?"

Although the hot-blooded young man is straightforward and simple, there is one thing that he always keeps in his heart, and he never mentioned it to Cyril and the others.

That is, at a certain moment before being awakened by the gentle and amiable Cyril, some pictures that did not belong to him popped up in his mind inexplicably.

It should belong to that ancestor. No one knows except himself and the descendant who has been separated for thousands of years...

"Ugh."

He shook his head silently, took another step, and followed.

"I'm still here! I'm still here! Don't forget me. Where are you going? Can you tell me quickly? I'm so curious. Oh...go this way? This isn't...huh??!"

"Cyril's body, is it here?!"

"That's right." Merlin said.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he looked at after coming here was not the sleeping face that he missed so much.

"Happy birthday... darling."

Merlin said softly.