West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

When West discovered that Merlin's so-called "very simple" job was actually not simple at all, it was too late for him to regret it.

"So, I have to wear this?"

Dumbfounded at the suit that is said to be the formal attire of Camelot's traditional servants, the boy glanced suspiciously at Arthur, who was obviously holding back his laughter, and suddenly felt that the stalwart image he had established for more than half a century was very likely It's going to collapse tonight.

"Of course, every servant who attends the banquet is dressed like this." Enduring a smile until the corners of his eyes twitched, the King of Camelot swore, patted his chest, "Don't be shy, Wester. Merlin is also dressed After this... unless you can get him back now, you have to stay by my side like this."

"..."

He said in his heart that the kid might be squatting in that druid tribe to exchange ideas with his followers.West rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, and after refusing to no avail, he had no choice but to put on the so-called 'maid work clothes'.

"...*, can I pull out this damn feather?!!"

"No. Also, watch your words, boy."

——There is no doubt that Arthur simply wanted to see his jokes.

After walking into the hall wearing that ridiculous top hat shaped like a rooster's tail, and receiving unanimous laughter from the Knights, West was finally able to be so sure.

After all, after looking around the auditorium, he didn't see another servant who was dressed as handsomely as he was - even among those noble ladies with heavy makeup, none of them seemed to be dressed as eye-catchingly as him.

...For Merlin's sake, how could Camelot have such a naive and hopeless king! !

I just wanted to spray Arthur's face with blood.Without hesitation, West pulled off the chicken feathers of the group of demons dancing wildly on his head, and looked helplessly at the group of knights of the round table who were already laughing uncontrollably.

"Actually, this hat is not bad, it suits you quite well."

He calmly comforted his 'little son' who was frowning.Recalling that Merlin was fooled by Arthur into wearing this outfit to attend the covenant signing ceremony back then, Gaius was a little bit emotional, and confirmed once again the fact that his 'eldest son' had a much better temper than West.

"Please, you have to look good with nonsense, Gaius." He also threw off the cumbersome red cloak on his body, leaving only a pullover embroidered with the Pendragon family crest.West tugged at the sleeve of his shirt that covered the back of his hand, and just about to continue to say something, he sneezed several times when he opened his mouth:

"Oh shit, I seem to be allergic to these bird feathers!!"

"Relax, you have to pour wine for Arthur later." Helping him put the hat far away in the corner, the old doctor patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned him to look behind the auditorium door, "For Wu Shuo The king specially invited these wandering entertainers to perform at the festival, and they will definitely bring the atmosphere very eagerly...and this is the time when Arthur dislikes his glass empty."

"……I see."

He nodded, thanking Gaius for his reminder.West looked downcastly at the group of weird-shaped entertainers at the door. Just as the doctor said, although the performance has not yet started, just watching them full of energy can make people feel relaxed from the bottom of their hearts.

——However, I still hope that Merlin can come back soon to take over his family's king.After all, as the adopted son of Professor X, he has little experience in serving others.

Thinking of this, the boy withdrew his sad gaze.As the music gradually sounded, he picked up the silver jug ​​brought by the attendants, and walked quickly to Arthur, who was on the main seat, to perform his duties as a temporary manservant.

And the moment West turned his head, among the group of noisy wandering entertainers, a sharp and cold gaze fell on his back at the same time.

Touching the short knife hidden in the cuff, the man's pupils reflected the king and servant who were talking at the other end of the hall, and a smile that was inevitable appeared on the corner of his mouth.

—Tonight, the night will be long.

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In the first month of the fifth lunar month, wizards stood quietly among this group of people who served nature.

A wind blows through the deep forest, raising his slightly messy sideburns

There must be a cause and effect of reincarnation in the world, just like the blooming of a flower, the drowning of a drop of water; under the eyes of the gods, the dark curtain covers all the long poems that have been written long ago.The book of life is burned page by page, casting all unfulfilled fates into eternity.

"You and King Arthur are two sides of the same coin, Emerys. He was destined to reign in Albion because of you, and you must end the fall of the ancient religion and bring magic back to this land because of him."

Bow your head respectfully and convey the call from destiny to the greatest mage in their eyes.The old druid priest put down the fir staff in his hand, and slowly raised his head to look into the world-shattering eyes of the Son of All Things: "However, all this is not eternal."

"You mean, our fate has changed?"

With imperceptible doubts and temptations in his tone, the black-haired mage frowned.He has already paid too much for this doomed fate. Although there will always be some risks of overturning, it is really true that the druid said so clearly that it will be changed by something. First time.

"why?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Merlin's eyes were peaceful and quiet, as if he was simply curious.

This is the dignity that belongs to Emerys.As the magic itself, the son of the sky and the sea born of the gods and the spells of the ancient religion, in front of these races closest to nature, he will never be able to be just that clumsy and ignorant boy like he was with Arthur.

The demeanor is still reverent, since the druids regard Emorys as their honored guest, they will only do their best to help the mage fulfill his destiny.

"Because the young man who came to you will be the hermit who will lead you away from the established path." Under Merlin's silent gaze, the old priest replied.

"You mean, West?"

There was a rare hint of confusion in his eyes.The mage tilted his head, as if he couldn't quite believe the druid's prophecy.

"Yes, Emerys."

Sigh, although they didn't want to berate Amoris' friends casually.But there is no record about that young man of unknown origin in the Book of Fate, which really makes people suspicious.

Bowing his head again, the old man's voice sounded a bit vague:

"He doesn't look like a living person, but he is definitely not an undead. There has never been such a strange creature in the three thousand worlds. King Arthur is your destiny, and you will be that boy's 'guide'... So, the future should be How, whether your fate will become better or worse because of him, will be all in your mind."

— it sounded like he was giving himself a choice.

Thinking of this, Merlin's eyes flashed with confusion.But in fact, he has always been carried by the woven prophecy. The so-called choice is just a confirmation of the unchangeable fate in the dark.For the so-called Destiny, he has already learned how to obey flatly.

So, so be it.

He and West had only known each other for a few months.What should happen between the two of them may not be able to see clearly for a while.

Confirming that the old man has nothing else to tell, the black-haired mage nodded, turned around and prepared to leave.The moment he stepped out of the druid land, he heard the old and hoarse voice of the priest sounding behind him again, following the wind and moonlight, like a silent echo from the sky below the water.

"I think I should remind you in the end." The priest narrated flatly, his voice was very soft, but there seemed to be a trace of indescribable temptation hidden inexplicably:

"That young man is definitely not a kind person. Cursed by endless time, he walked all the way towards the dark cliff, and he also bears the blood feud of countless undead."

"He once pushed the love into hell with his own hands."

The boy's back paused, and the saliva that was originally rising and falling with the footsteps stagnated in the wind for a moment, and the light gray eyes were instantly filled with a kind of bewilderment and worry that was seduced.

And the old priest's vague raving still didn't stop:

"Remember, you only have one chance, don't mispay your trust, Emerys."

"Especially, when the bloody red light is approaching the king you are loyal to tonight."

——His heart will be so strange that you will be disappointed.

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The moon is in the middle of the sky, and when the watery night sky is gradually covered by bright stars, this May Day dinner is also performed by wandering artists, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.

'...I almost fell in love with silent death,

I use up all human words in my poems,

Ask it to disperse my breath into the void.

And you fall into a dream and wake up from your dream,

In the middle of the night, I suddenly left the soul of the world, and it was as long as time. '

The candlelight was dim, and bards sang among the long tables, chanting about the love between a girl and a knight a long time ago.The singing voice that has not been modified by electronic music and players in the 21st century may really have a kind of magical power. At the very least, in the melting eyes of the poet, he has inadvertently touched the deepest loneliness buried in his heart.

The hand that was pouring the wine for Arthur stopped, and amidst the hoarse singing, West raised his head almost hastily.

'...It may not be possible to trace these cloud shadows in life;

Whenever I feel that fleeting face,

Maybe from now on it will never be possible to see again.

—So, on the cliffs of the vast world,

I stand alone and ponder,

Till love and fame sink into the sky of nothingness. '

'...here sleeps forever,

Her name was once fleeting in the world...'

Like flowing water, the gentle violin passed through the corners of his memory that he had never been willing to open.Regret and grief are like poison that bites the bones, clinging tightly to every corner of the body.Only behind the dusty high wall, the thin shadow of the blue-eyed girl never dissipated, just like many, many years ago, smiling purely and brightly at him forever.

According to the legend, the girl and the knight parted ways after a brief meeting.The aspiring swordsman stepped into the sunset, even the flower of love could not retain the sincerity of dying for the king.

But in his story, it is the girl who sleeps at the bottom of the water with her beautiful longing in her arms.From then on, the boy buried the most precious part in the wilderness, under the ice that never melted in the Alps.He failed to save her, and he also failed to save himself. In the end, even dying by her side was a luxury.

With a flash of silver light, circles and ripples appeared on the surface of the memory, and Adelaide's smile was finally blurred.

"Don't be dazed, West."

Apparently not interested in bard stories.Arthur touched the back of the temporary servant's hand with the cold wine glass, and his tone was much more polite than that to Merlin: "Pour the wine."

"oh oh."

Suddenly regained consciousness from the illusory singing scene.West bowed his head to refill the king's wine as promised, and at the same time covered the reddish corners of his eyes in the sweet fragrance of grapes.

"To be honest, I think the juggling just now is more interesting."

I drank the contents of the cup in one breath, but still didn't feel very enjoyable.Arthur smacked his mouth, watching the central bard's song come to an end with a little interest, and propped his chin lazily against the back of the chair.

"Poems, huh, they're all just tricks for little girls."

"If you come across something that resonates with you, you probably won't think this way anymore, Your Majesty."

Leaning down again, he added wine to the glass.West, who was unconsciously classified as a "little girl" by Arthur, shook his head helplessly, but the depression in his heart was slightly dissipated because of this.

"Really." He only replied casually, and stopped talking.As the bard finished his chanting, King Camelot's attention was only attracted by the herb-roasted chicken that had just been served.

"What kind of romantic love, love that shocks the world, can't compare to a delicious, roasted chicken just right... What do you think, Serena?"

"Yes, yes, you'd better take it easy." Dumbfounded by Arthur, West reached out and lifted the lid of the tray for the impatient king, his blue eyes were full of smiles:

"Merlin told me that there is no place to punch holes in your belt."

"What?! That boy Merlin—!!"

Standing in the middle of the hall where the toasts were mixed, the poet put away his singing voice again, and called a curtain call to the audience who were no longer listening.Since it was just in time for Bu's second course, the attention of the knights and ministers was as focused on the plate in front of them as the king.Therefore, when the poet smiled and bowed, and slowly pulled out the exquisitely crafted penis from his sleeve, no one noticed except Gaius who had always been interested in poetry.

Standing up all of a sudden, he almost bumped into the servant who was pouring wine for him.When the doctor saw clearly where the sleeve arrow landed in front of him, he suddenly panicked and yelled at the little tenant who seemed to be ignorant in the main seat:

"Be careful!! West——!!!"

After all, it was the nerves soaked in danger for many years. Even if the incident happened suddenly, West and Arthur reacted extremely quickly.Long before Gaius opened his mouth, he felt that there was something wrong with the flow of air. The brown-haired boy almost instinctively raised the tray in his hand, just in time to knock the poisoned weapon away before the arrow pierced his eyebrows.And when he finally realized what happened just now, and wanted to turn back to block Arthur's blow, the young king had already put down the roast chicken that was raised in front of his eyes and ridiculously stuck a short arrow in it. , looking into West West's eyes full of surprise.

"What the hell is that expression?"

While drawing his sword, he turned over the long table with the knights, and rushed towards the assassins hidden among the wandering entertainers.Before passing by the boy, Arthur complained dissatisfiedly:

"Do you really think I'm just an idiot who only knows how to eat?!"

"...I just thought you wouldn't want to discuss my opinion of you at a time like this."

Sighing, frowning and staring at the chaotic scene in front of him, West shook his head helplessly.How could he fail to see that those two arrows not only came towards Arthur, but obviously wanted to kill him as well... However, no one would have thought that it was not Merlin who was serving the king tonight The footman who knows nothing about hand-to-hand combat.Otherwise, even with the most powerful magic in the world, the possibility of avoiding this fatal blow in time is very slim to him.

--trouble.

Look around in a circle.Of course, a good banquet cannot be held here. The leader of this group of assassins escaped through the window immediately after the miss, and the rest is just a group of young people who are delaying the pursuit of the knights.Naturally, he wouldn't just stand here and let the culprit escape. West made a 'tsk' sound, and when another assassin leaped past King Arthur himself, he picked up the knife on the table, without hesitation, turned around, and in the blink of an eye Leave a bright and dazzling bloodstain on the opponent's throat.

Moved at the same time as him, but just stunned the enemy with his elbow.Arthur turned his head and saw the blood stains on the young man's skirt and cheeks, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Do you want to chase, Your Majesty?"

Throwing the table knife from the smashed window, the escaped leader of the assassins narrowly avoided him at the corner.Although he felt that their plan to assassinate the king would never end in one hasty blow, West still asked.

"Chase."

Glancing at him, Arthur casually pulled out a sword flower, and immediately summoned all the knights who could escape the fight to join him in pursuit.

He raised his eyebrows, naturally he wouldn't let him face the danger outside the castle by himself - otherwise it would be no wonder Merlin didn't strangle him to death when he came back.West greeted Gaius, ignored the disapproving eyes of the old doctor, and hurriedly followed.

But now, he might never have imagined that the cold and damp forest outside the city wall was waiting for him in the darkness with bated breath, what was destined to be.