I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Cyril could feel that he had come to an extremely warm place.

The weary soul has finally returned to where it truly belongs.

It was like falling into the lake again, he was sinking slowly.The warm water around him wrapped him gently, without pain or suffocation.

"Since that day, after I taught you to repair your soul with healing magic, you have been persevering... Your current situation...is not as bad as it was at the beginning."

"Up to now, it's fine. Even if the curse is still there, this body can fully withstand the process of soul transfer."

The last voice that rang in my ears seemed to be the gentle voice of the magician with a little sigh:

"Go, my lord duke. It's time for you to become the real you."

……

Cyril didn't know how he returned to his warm embrace.

When the figure that even he himself could not help but lose his mind appeared in the field of vision, his consciousness was unknowingly in a trance, and then he sank into the lake bit by bit.

Obviously there should be many doubts to ask first.

For example, why did "he" appear in Avalon?Cyril Cornwall had died thousands of years ago, buried in the cemetery, and his body had already decayed... So what happened to this body at this moment?

Was it Merlin?

No, no... Intuition told him, not a magician.

Then, the only thing that can do this is——

"...Morgan, sister?"

Cyril's soul was still immersed in tranquility, but at a certain moment, an aura suddenly flashed.

He actually became uneasy at this moment.

The fingertips trembled invisibly, and it was the arms that struggled to move one after another. The thought of trying to "wake up" completely invaded the whole body, making his calm heart tremble, and let out a restless sound!

"Wait... no... I can't—can't go back—"

His eyelids also trembled violently, his head turned, and a more disturbed expression gradually appeared on his face.

He raised his hands, in the mist, as if he wanted to grab something.

"The curse... can't go away... I! I'm going to continue—"

The fierce words came to an abrupt end in the next moment.

The reason was another peaceful voice from a woman.

"—No, dear, it's all right."

"..."

"You did a great job. You did such a difficult and painful thing. I... don't know how to thank you."

The woman's voice is indistinct.

The changes appearing in the lonely soul become more and more obvious, as if a qualitative change is about to occur—yes!He actually felt unprecedented loneliness again.

The lake changed into another form for the oppressive tide to engulf him.You can't break free, you can only fall, the feeling you get at this moment is like experiencing thousands of years unconsciously...

It seems different again.

Until a moment ago, the dark curse that was still entangled in the depths of his soul, like foam washed away by the tide, was floating silently, away from him.

This was the last thing Cyril expected to happen.

Was it an accident that Merlin didn't tell him this would happen?Or is the magician himself unaware?

He couldn't think much of it for a moment, only terrified that the curse had left him.He also seemed to have suddenly forgotten the voice he heard before that made him feel peaceful.

"Do not……"

No.

To others, the curse that is horrific and only brings pain and suffering, to him, is salvation, the only thing he can share for important people.

Cyril opened his eyes suddenly, and tried his best to raise his arms, trying to keep the curse of leaving.

however--

finally understood.

He was really falling in the deepest darkness.

The not-so-bright spots of light slowly drifted away from the body and gathered upwards, even if you wanted to catch them, you couldn't catch them.

However, the blond young man with eyes widened involuntarily, with a sad and desperate expression, could feel the long-lost warmth rushing back into his body along the fingertips that obviously hadn't touched anything.

"elder sister……"

Cyril woke up.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, but the sadness at this moment overshadowed the joy that should have dominated, he couldn't say anything else, he could only keep shaking his head: "I can...really, I can..."

"I admit that there is one sentence that Nightmare said that is still acceptable."

Only the voice came here, said Morgan.

"It's time for you to think more about yourself and do what you really want to do, Cyril, my favorite brother."

"I re-created a body for you, and there will be no sequelae of the past. I swear to you, you will no longer be troubled by illness. I will send the best of everything to you."

If you can really get relief from this, what a perfect ending it would be.

"But... I did it voluntarily, sister! I couldn't prevent the tragedy from happening. If I can't do anything for you, how can I—"

"Cyril." Morgan seemed to let out a chuckle.

"Whether it's sin or hatred, everyone who deserves it has paid the price, including me. Only you, they have nothing to do with you."

"You underestimate me, silly brother. Curses are nothing to me. What's the difference between a witch's reputation and an innocent reputation?"

The witch showed a little bit of madness in her bones in the last half of her sentence, but she soon noticed that she no longer continued this topic, nor did she entangle the issue of cursing or not with her particularly stubborn brother.

"...Then you did this, you must have paid the price..."

"No, there is no price. Oh, apart from my assumption, it seems to be an accidental mistake—"

"what?"

Cyril thought that he would hear something extremely serious.

But in fact.

"Cyril, a despicable creature like Nightmare will only deceive you with sweet words. He will not take you seriously. After taking away your most precious thing, he will abandon you as a scrap. Sister, I will never You are allowed to associate with the damned Merlin!!!"

Cyrillic:"……"

Cyril: "...Ah? Sister you?!"

The style of painting seems to have turned [-] degrees in an instant, which caught people off guard.

Although the next moment, Morgan turned back calmly by himself.

"You should go."

For some reason, the woman who never showed up was smiling.

Deeper than pure happiness, mixed with joy and sorrow, and heavier than simple emotions.

"Go, Cyril. It's time for you to become the real you."

In the end, the witch and the magician actually spoke the same words in the same tone.

……

……

"Ah, I'm sorry, because I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and I was so flustered. Before you come back with great success, my dear, I came here to interrupt...Morgan—oh, respectable Ms. Morgan, did she say something to you? So some unrealistic words?"

Suddenly, the nightmare deity who imposed a role on himself appeared.

"Eh, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to accuse Ms. Morgan. It's just that Ms. Morgan has always misunderstood me, and may say things like 'Merlin is a big liar', 'Merlin is scum', 'Never associate with Merlin' This extreme—”

"But what is actually true?"

"..."

"Ok?"

"...Ah! I know! I knew it when I saw your expression, Morgan...cough, Ms. Morgan made an unfair review of me as expected!"

"Okay." Cyril said: "Please tell me the reason why you insist on showing up again at this time."

"... seems a little unhappy, my dear."

"Yes, when you are about to open the door of your house, you will be dragged back ten steps by force, will you feel happy?"

Big, probably not.

Merlin himself knew that he was wrong, and if possible, he didn't want to jump out at this time——

But the question is, "no".

"This is another most important moment in your life."

Nightmare, who was sitting on the ground with her arms around her knees, said, "That's why I want to..."

"Be the last person to see you off. Be the first to welcome you back."

Cyrillic:"……"

started again.

Your Excellency Merlin, began to feel wronged again.

The blond young man who felt that he had been matured for thousands of years sighed, but he cleared away the faint entanglements that remained in his heart.

He wasn't in a hurry for a while.

He squatted down and raised his hand - patting the magician's hairy head.

"...It's like petting a pet."

"No." Cyril said that it must be different.

"There is only one person who needs me to coax and comfort me without doing business like this, except for my nephews, my guests."

"Who!"

"The most obsessive and willful girlfriend in the world."

"…………Why???!!"