West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

When he returned to Gaius' hut at the end of the day, the black-haired mage had left.

West was actually not surprised by this, on the contrary, he felt a little fortunate.After all, no matter how broad-minded he is, no matter how much he persuades himself not to hold grudges against that quarrel, he is not so nerveless that he can immediately face the person he just fell out with without embarrassment... Especially , that person was still Merlin.

Merlin.

The tip of the tongue slides out a light and gentle arc.When he silently said his name, it seemed that even the dust in the air would emit light.Maybe it's because since he was ten years old, he hasn't lived as an ordinary person with other people. When West didn't realize it, he had put such a young man who was less than half his age. Boys are placed in such an important position.Even though he had stabbed himself so hard in the heart, he never felt any resentment or thought of leaving.

——On the other hand, it may be that he himself has been lonely for too long.

His eyes flicked across the room that had been neatly tidied up by the boy, the teacups filled with hot water on the table, and even the brand new water tank in the corner that made him complain about Gaius, West lowered his eyes, thinking so with.Perhaps, as Merlin said, he had really been trapped in the dark hatred for too long, so he instinctively wanted to get closer, and he couldn't let go of such plain, but real tenderness in front of his eyes.

"You have to know that with Merlin's character, although he can give a lot for Arthur, it's for himself... He will never sacrifice you without hesitation because of this."

When he heard this, West had just returned from picking medicine in the forest, and was sitting on the high wall of Camelot Castle in a daze.Beside him, the 'Knight on the Lake' Lancelot also leaned lazily on the edge of the city, watching the magnificent sunset in the sky.Not far away, other Knights of the Round Table were undergoing a day's routine training on the training ground, and the sound of metal handover was repeated one after another, while the boy with high cheekbones in a brightly colored drool was standing aside and watching quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on In front of his eyes, there was a long, long shadow in the grass behind him.

"None of us is qualified to talk about your past, Serena. People who don't know you shouldn't blame you from the perspective of what they think they should... But, as your friends, we will also worry about you because of this." .”

Lancelot knew the secret of Merlin's magic skills, and based on this, he had a surprisingly high acceptance rate for West, who was also unique.Turning his head, the knight whose memory of that night had not been modified shrugged unconsciously, and said so, with a gentle and wise deep smile in his eyes:

"You have to believe that Merlin really cares about you. Otherwise, why should he be angry, why should he risk making you lose control and offend you, because he doesn't want to see you degenerate in hatred like this?"

"So, you mean I should actually thank him for being so straightforward?"

Listlessly resting his chin, he squinted his eyes in the afterglow.Under the warm orange-yellow radiance, the boy's crystal-clear gem-like pupils turned even more thrillingly blue.

Uncompromising, he laughed softly:

"It's not a good habit to protect your weaknesses, Lance."

"I just hope you are all well."

The folded hands parted, drawing a shallow arc in mid-air.The knight raised the corners of his mouth helplessly, and turned his gaze to the boy's side face, which was coated with a layer of soft golden yellow under the setting sun. His brows were picturesque, making him look more stern and gentle.

"Arthur is about to summon the army to Mount Barton to defend against the Saxons invading the border. If you don't reconcile before the knights set off, the journey along the way will not be worth looking forward to."

As before, West still just smiled.

……

Because the assassination of the Saxons made the entire Camelot panic, and Morgana colluded with these Germanic tribes from the north to invade the northwest border again.Seeing that this battle really had to be fought, Arthur and the ministers of state and state together gathered the Knights of the Round Table to rush to Mount Barton, intending to repel all outsiders there and drive them out of Britain completely.

As the king's personal servants and apprentices of the court physician, Merlin and West would logically also go out with the army.

——This reminded him a little bit of the time when he sent missions all over the world.

Staring at the bonfire burning fiercely in front of him, the hot flame tail curled and streaked in the air, occasionally pouring out one or two scattered embers.The brown-haired boy sat casually in a remote open space beside the fire, lazily raising his head, thinking so.

Unlike Cyclops and others, he really has no talent in teaching, and Charles probably doesn't want him to share his murder experience with his students, so he spends a lot of time in a year on the go .Of course he was homesick at the beginning, especially when he found that many children in the school would be a little bit forgetful about this often-disappearing titular teacher.But later, as the almost endless time passed in vain, he gradually learned to talk to himself in solitude, and learned to stop his thinking in the endless years, instead of almost giving up on himself and banishing his soul.

He is like a hermit with a lantern, quietness and loneliness are the only source of thorough wisdom.He has had dreams, passions, and indulgences, but time has solidified his body and longings together in the cage created by the years. For the present and the long life in the future, he must keep his heart silence.

There seemed to be the hoarse sound of shoe soles stepping on fallen leaves behind him.Immediately, accompanied by a slight chant, countless small embers instantly rose from the chaotic and flickering fire in front of him, interweaving and changing various shapes in midair.Probably did not expect such an event, West was stunned, turned his head to look at the person who came, and couldn't help the smile on his face:

"Merlin, what are you doing?"

"Uh... I see you sitting here..." His fingers unconsciously scratched his cheeks.The black-haired mage looked at the tent not far away, and then at the young man in front of him, as if embarrassed:

"You look, how should I put it... It seems that someone needs to talk, so I'm here."

At the end, he carefully glanced at West's expression, his eyes were clean and clear: "I didn't...well, did I bother you?"

"of course not."

This time he really laughed, and the boy moved to the side, leaving enough space for the boy.He knew that Merlin had been watching this side from the beginning, and he also knew that those light gray eyes were full of various emotions, but there was no fear and alienation.If it is said that his heart is cold and hard enough to face the lingering blood of the hit, but he still does not refuse to leave a piece of softness for himself, just like Merlin, just like Alai.

The forest in early spring is still freezing cold.Moving towards the source of warmth, the boy stretched out his somewhat frozen hands.Because of negligent care, the bonfire was already showing signs of wilting. West wanted to get up to get dry wood, but was stopped by Merlin. The flame that had been extinguished was revived again, and burned with joy and eagerness.

"What are you thinking?" After a moment of silence, he thought they would just keep silent, but West heard Merlin speak first.

So somewhat surprised and puzzled, he honestly replied: "I'm homesick."

"Do you really want to?" Maybe he didn't expect the boy to give such an answer so simply and neatly.There was a gap in the mage's voice for a few seconds, and then he completed hoarsely:

"They, I mean your family... must, must be very good to you."

Those who love you will accept even your incomplete appearance.The boy forgot who told him this, but there is no doubt that the person he loves must have a generous and selfless heart to make the brows of the usually cold traveler reveal such bright and extremely tenderness.

——So I will never be able to compare, because I have hurt his sincerity.

Merlin stared at the fire in front of him, thinking silently, feeling a suffocating stasis in his chest.

"That's right, they are all very kind to me." But the young man said with a smile, his eyes were shining brightly from the flickering fire.

"Just like you and Gaius, Merlin."

……

Perhaps it is because living on the vast North American continent all year round, I have long been used to the long and distant borders.Therefore, when King Arthur announced that they had reached the border Mount Barton the next evening, West did not react for a while.

But no matter how he felt, war never waited for anyone.When the Knights of the Round Table scattered in the vast valley according to the prior arrangement, they had just laid out their ambush in the vast valley. Before they had time to wait for the next instruction, the people sent to investigate ahead reported that the Saxons had already climbed the trail and were about to reach the mountain stream where they set up an ambush. .

Next, there was an evenly matched raid.

Because he really couldn't help much, Gaius was arranged in the safest place from the very beginning to wait for the treatment of every wounded person who was sent off from the battlefield.As for Merlin, because he really didn't look like he could fight, Arthur couldn't help but put him under the orders of the doctor.Together with West, who was able to fight but was forced to be classified as old, weak, sick and disabled, the three stood in the camp near the ridge, watching from a distance that the knights of Camelot were evenly matched with their opponents, and the sound of fighting Throughout the valley, there were varying degrees of worry and impatience on their faces, especially Merlin's.

And when the evil wizard sent by Morgana began to appear on the battlefield, using magic to wreak havoc on Camelot's side, causing serious casualties, his expression was obviously even uglier.

"Morgana has intervened, Arthur can't resist the magic, I can't just sit idly by."

The Emerys-style majesty and solemnity familiar to druids began to appear in his eyes.Merlin quickly rummaged through the medicine bag that West had brought, and found the recovery potion for the aging spell that Gaius had prepared for him in advance.

"Fortunately, we have anticipated this situation... Now it is indeed your turn to play, Merlin."

Nodding her head, although she was also worried about the boy's safety, it was obviously not the time to be moaning.Gaius took another look at the melee crowd at his feet, and quickly discovered the enemy's intentions: "The wizards are targeting Arthur. They want to kill the king of Camelot first, so that our army will die without a fight. defeat."

"So I'm going to deal with those people."

Looking around, he was able to determine the location of his fellow magicians at this time, but this way he could not go to the knights' battlefield to protect Arthur's safety.The black-haired mage hesitated for a moment, turned around uncertainly, and looked at his cohabitant hesitantly: "Serena, you..."

"I'm going to protect Arthur, you can go to your battlefield without worry, Merlin."

Of course knowing what the pleading in the boy's eyes was for, West nodded without hesitation.

"Then please!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that as long as this boy is around, his king will always be safe.Merlin didn't miss it anymore, turned around, grabbed a cloak, and ran towards the dense jungle on the mountainside.

And just two steps away, as if thinking of something, the boy stopped suddenly and shouted loudly:

"Serena! Remember if it's not a last resort—"

"Don't use the ability, I know!!"

Already rushed down the steep slope.The boy's answer came from far away in the wind, and together with the chill of the metal sword, it drifted into the slowly falling night.

Nodding in satisfaction, Merlin turned around again and rushed to the battlefield that belonged to Emerys.

However, the boy did not think of it.It was precisely because of the last reminder that he spent a long time in regret and repentance.

—he never realized what he was going to lose.