West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

In the early morning of the next day, when West was awakened by Gaius from his sleep, he was already lying on his little bed alone, with no one around him.

The bright sunlight falls on the wooden floor through the windows, transpiring some slight warmth in the air.The young man sat up slowly holding the quilt, and shook his head blankly, as if he wanted to shake off the tiredness that was still lingering in his head.

"What about Merlin?"

He took the coat from the old doctor.Although he knew that most of the mages would go to the palace to prepare breakfast for the king at this time, subconsciously, West still asked.

"Because today is a routine hunting, so I went to Arthur's early in the morning."

He glanced at the young man in a complicated way, remembering the scene he saw when he opened the door this morning, Gaius really didn't know how to describe his current mood... It seemed a bit like watching his sons suddenly have a little secret A sense of loss——Although Merlin never admitted that he had any special feelings for West, no one would have any doubts about this point as long as they saw how distraught he was when he returned from Mount Barton.

Even if, even the person concerned himself thought that it was not just too strong apology.

"Gaius... If I can't find him, even if I can fulfill Albion's destiny, even if I become the greatest magician, my life will never be easy..."

The old doctor still clearly remembered the bitterness in Merlin's tone at that time.In his impression, this naturally optimistic boy seldom showed that kind of obvious sadness because of something. The few times, it was all because of his fate, his relatives, or... that The druid girl who made him fall in love at first sight.

Gaius never felt that he should encourage the two juniors to get along like this, nor did he feel that he could say anything about it at will-this is the reason why he has remained silent until now.Anyway, with Merlin's keenness, it is only a matter of time before he realizes the feelings he has, and by that time, how the mage should deal with himself, how to accept the variable of West within his already arranged destiny, I am afraid It's not something they can decide on their own will.

And he really didn't want either of his two "sons" to be hurt, not at all.

"Gaius?"

Probably sensing that the old doctor's brainwaves had suddenly become agitated, West paused with his coat-wearing hands, and turned around suspiciously.

"……nothing."

Shaking his head, he laughed to himself that he was really old, and he would be upset by such a thing that hadn't been written yet.Gaius stepped forward to help the boy straighten his collar, and then pulled him out of the hut without distraction, sat down at the wooden table, and pushed a plate of bread with bacon in front of him:

"Here, the breakfast that Merlin left for you... I'm going to go down to the city to make a medical round today, so I can't stay with you at home. If you want to go out for a walk, remember to tell Mr. Savin next door, remember not to run too far, don't go too far. Go to a crowded place..."

"'Don't get into conflict with others, don't go to the knight's training ground alone, don't go to places that are too high by yourself, and you must go home before noon.'——You and Merlin must explain these words at least three times a day, I've already recited it."

With a wry smile, he helped Gaius complete the next few sentences.West shrugged, took a bite of the bread on the plate, and his face became more and more helpless:

"I'm not a child anymore, Gaius, I know what to do, you don't have to worry about me all the time."

"hope so."

Rolling my eyelids, although I think it's really unconvincing for this guy to stare at those dull eyes and tell him this, but it's also wise not to continue to entangle in this issue that is destined to have no results.Gaius put his precious medicine chest on his shoulders, put the washed apples within reach of West, pushed open the door and left to finish his day's work.

——So, should I be honest with them about my actual age?

Swallowing the last bite of bacon in his mouth, he thought about it endlessly.The boy sat at the table for a while, and really didn't feel that he wanted to go out for a walk, so he shrugged boredly, and walked slowly back to his and Merlin's hut.

……

Maybe it was because the mead I drank yesterday had too much stamina, or it was too long since I had such a good night's sleep without nightmares, my body instinctively refused to wake up from sleepiness.When the young man leaned on the window sill and listened aimlessly to the bustling din outside the window, he gradually felt some hazy drowsiness again.

——This is actually a good sign... At the very least, it shows that his body is indeed slowly repairing itself.

He jumped lightly from the window sill without making any sound.West groped in front of him for a while, and when his fingers touched Merlin's small bed outside, he didn't hesitate at all, and fell directly on his back into the soft quilt warmed by the sun.

Because at that time in the sc-t building, Adelaide forcibly smashed the mind barrier and deprived him of his vision, which caused Wester's mental power to be greatly damaged.Before he fully recovers, he can't use his ability to break through time and space and bring himself back to the original timeline—unless he has external help like Tony's converter like when he came.Therefore, under such circumstances, as a good place for self-cultivation and escaping from reality, West does not reject staying here for a while, thinking about where he should go in the future.

——His future...

With a long sigh, the young man quietly closed his eyes, and those figures that he wanted to forget and remember all the time began to appear in his mind little by little.

He knew that he couldn't hate Charles, no matter what... Just like no matter how painful the leaves are knocked, they can never resist the heavy rain falling from the sky-that is the nutrient they depend on for survival, once deprived , completely lost the foundation of life existence.And it is precisely for this reason that because of the extraordinary admiration and trust for the adoptive father, when faced with the mistakes he once made like ordinary people, it will become even more intolerable.

...yes, wrong.

Long before West returned to New York, he had called Mystique.As one of the chief culprits who deceived him to go to London, Ruiwen sighed helplessly for the first time after listening to his nearly collapsed questioning.Although Mystique insisted that Charles must tell him the cause and effect of the matter himself, this does not prevent West from being able to faintly feel that whether it is her or Eric, in fact, they only think that it was Charles who did it accidentally. A mistake, not an irreparable betrayal of an adopted son.

So, have you been lied to?Being deceived by a cunning and vicious person like Yi Laizhe and easily entrusted with his trust, he finally ended up in this unmanageable situation.

His brows were frowned uncomfortably, and they were dyed a layer of golden yellow under the halo.The sun, which is about to enter midsummer, carries a glaring and scorching temperature, spreading through the eaves on the young man's body. It should have been warm, but now it only makes him feel a piercing cold.

Of course he can forgive, forgive the adoptive father who provided his information to the enemy, forgive Raven and Magneto who insisted on keeping him in the dark...even, forgive all those who have hurt him, let these wounds gradually fade over time Grow old, until one day heals without a trace, never mention it again.

However, after he forgave everything, who in this world can forgive the resentment and hatred accumulated in his heart, and forgive the crimes he committed with his own hands?

West didn't know.

Maybe he was still expecting something, or maybe there was nothing.The years in this world are fleeting, and only those who bear scars stand still.No matter what the past is, no matter whether he can find his own future or not, he still has to live on as a silent 'hermit', little by little, soaking the greenness and recklessness hidden in the brows and eyes into the blood before waving Tenderness not to go.

'Squeak—'

In the boundless silence, the sound of the old wooden door being pushed open was extremely clear, and a sound of footsteps that were so light that there was almost no sound came along the wooden floor and stopped in front of the long cabinet where medicines were distributed in the corner.After losing his vision, his other senses became more sensitive than ever before, and West could easily tell that the person who was rummaging in the living room of the outer room was not actually either Merlin or Gaius.

...This is really unexpected.

He sat up somewhat surprised.The young man tilted his head to search for the brain wave carefully, and then swiped his fingers in the air. The door in front of him was immediately pushed open by the airflow, revealing his own figure, and met the eyes of the uninvited guest in the outer room.

"Knight Mordred?"

Walking down the narrow stairs slowly, it seems like a proud and bony king walking down his gorgeous palace.West "looked straight" at the young knight who broke in, curled his fingers slightly at his side, and nodded politely:

"What are you doing here?"

"...So you are at home, Serena."

Being stared at by the young man's empty and dark eyes made him tremble, although he knew that he couldn't see anything, but there was a sense of uneasiness in his body that had been seen from beginning to end.Mordred hid the medicine bottle behind his back, took a deep breath, and tried to make his tone less guilty: "I'm here to find Emory... Merlin has something to do, but he doesn't seem to be here."

"Oh?" He smiled, without comment.West turned his face slightly, his voice still calm and unwavering: "So, do you need me to do something for you?"

"No, there's no need... I'll leave right away."

Shaking his head, he took two steps back in embarrassment.Mordred paused for a moment, and finally pursed his lips and glanced at the boy who had nothing special to say, then turned around and quickly walked out of Gaius' hut.

——It's really suspicious...

Stand where you are until the young knight's brainwaves disappear from his sensing range.West was silent for a while, remembering that Merlin seemed to have always been very jealous and hostile to Mordred, so he paid a little more attention and started to activate his ability to feel the feedback of every trace of airflow in the air.

—Mordred probably thought he was blind, so even if he took something from here he wouldn't find out?

With a snap of his fingers, the restless airflow in the air calmed down again.The young man walked slowly to the place where the young knight was just now, and groped with his fingertips for the neatly arranged row, but now there were two obviously empty bottles and cans, and raised his eyebrows playfully.

……

"So, you mean, Mordred sneaked here and took two bottles of wound medicine?"

Dangling his legs casually, Merlin was sitting on the table carelessly, peeling the apple in his hand into small pieces.Hearing what West said, the mage raised his head thoughtfully, looking at the plain expression of the person beside him, something seemed to flash across his eyes.

"His behavior is indeed not aboveboard." His knuckles were slightly bent, tapping on the table once and for all.Feeling that Merlin touched his arm, the brown-haired boy opened his mouth naturally, and took away the diced apple handed to him by the mage: "But, do you have to doubt him because of this? If Xiao Mo himself suffered What injury needs this?"

"Gaius passed by the training ground today."

In such a succinct way, the implication is that if Mordred really has any problems, he can completely seek advice from the doctor in advance, rather than just taking something from here by himself.Merlin snorted softly, turned the apple in a circle, cut off the other half of the pulp, and continued to stuff it into West's mouth:

"It seems that Mordred is indeed doing something behind our backs...Leave this matter to me, Serena, and I will go to him and have a good talk."

"Ah."

Lazily responded.Feeling that the mage stretched out his hand to rub his hair, then jumped off the table and walked out, West waved his hand at his back, didn't take this matter to heart, and quickly rested his arm on the pillow , Lying on the window sill to bask in the sun comfortably.At that time, none of them thought that this seemingly ordinary conversation was like the prelude to the unveiling of fate.Everything after that came from here, whether it was the ending of King Arthur's doomed death on the battlefield, or the fact that he and Merlin had no choice but to part ways in the face of time, all of them had already been written in the future, and they could not be changed, let alone restarted.

Within a few days, West heard from the mage that the king had captured an assassin girl, and Mordred tried to help her escape.

And soon, after a sensational execution in Camelot, the youngest Knight of the Round Table disappeared from the dungeon as if the world had evaporated, and no one has seen him since.