The Magician Named Merlin

"Stop!"

Silver halberds crossed under the city gate.

The sunlight shone, and it glowed with a pure white afterglow.

The guards stopped the disheveled silver-haired man in front of them.

"Who are you?! What do you want to do?!"

Faced with the guards' questioning, the silver-haired man was not nervous at all.

"Merlin."

"Or you can call me something else, I don't care that much about names."

"..."

The soldiers looked at each other.

Obviously they didn't know the name Merlin—at least they didn't know it now.

Naturally, they would not have any impression of the man in front of them.

And Merlin didn't mind.

He sat on a stone beside him, posing leisurely.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, anyway, it's useless."

"Go and call someone who can take care of things, I want to talk to him."

[Although Merlin in front of him had a sense of nonchalance, what he said had a strange touch.]

[Even the two ordinary guards in front of him could feel that something was a little wrong.]

[They began to divide the work and cooperate.]

[One continued to guard Merlin in place, while the other ran towards the city.]

[Soon, another figure appeared at the city gate.]

[That was Gawain—the person in the city second only to you and Morgan.]

"Lord Gawain, this is that person."

The guard led the way in front while pointing to where Merlin was.

"..."

Gawain did not speak—he was silently observing Merlin in front of him.

Nonchalant, disheveled, with a strange sense of frivolity in his behavior.

Every point poked at Gawain's unbearable point of demanding himself with the highest knight standards.

To be fair.

If there were not many restrictions on the identity of the knight, he felt that he might draw his sword and stab this guy.

However—

Gawain did not forget everything he needed to abide by as a knight.

The sword should not be waved at others casually.

Because that would only make the right to speak an appendage of strength.

He didn't want to see that happen.

Gawain calmed down his emotions and prepared to tentatively contact Merlin.

"Hello, I am..."

But before the knight could report his name, Merlin had already smiled and struck first.

"You are Gawain, right?"

"You?"

Gawain was a little surprised—after all, he had never met the person in front of him.

But Merlin continued to maintain his previous appearance.

"Gawain, the magical blessing on you is indeed very powerful."

"But it's a pity. The person I want to see is not you. If possible, can I trouble you to run another errand?"

"..."

Gawain's mentality gradually changed from slightly disgusted to cautious.

Merlin in front of him knew his name and the blessing from his mother Morgan like a prophet in such a short time of their first meeting.

This is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

"So—"

"Do you want to see father and mother?"

"No." Merlin shook his head. "Just want to see your father."

"But he's very busy." Gawain replied truthfully.

"It doesn't matter." Merlin smiled slightly.

"Just tell him the name Artorius—he will come to see me."

"..."

[Gawain felt that Merlin in front of him was by no means an ordinary person.]

[He realized that this was information that had to be passed on to you.]

[After confirming the name to be passed on to you again, he walked through the streets of Camelot and came to you.]

[He reported the name "Artorius" to you as Merlin intended.]

[You realize that this man is the magician who has been secretly interfering with your and Morgan's plans.]

[You temporarily entrusted the matter at hand to Gawain.]

[You decided to go and meet Merlin.]

"Lord Ian!"

Ian's arrival made the guards at the city gate nervous.

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

"Thank you so much."

Merlin, who came to Ian, looked very grateful.

"King Lot Ian, without you, I guess I wouldn't be able to enter the city."

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ian tightened his face. "Let me know your purpose."

"Let's change places to talk." Merlin showed a gentle smile.

"Where do you want to go?"

"There."

[Merlin didn't just point to a place.]

[That's above the city wall.]

[Artorius almost fell from here.]

[You realize that he definitely knows some things he shouldn't know.]

[You decided to do what he asked for now.]

[You boarded the city wall.]

"Oh... is this the place where Artorius almost fell?"

Merlin squatted down, looked at the patterns on the ground of the city wall, and stretched out his fingers to wipe a few times.

"I can imagine what kind of scene it was."

"Are you just here to see these?"

Ian stood behind him and asked.

"It shouldn't be like this, right?"

"Of course not." Merlin stood up and restrained his previous tone.

"I just want to tell you that even if you didn't help that year, Artorius would not have died."

"Merlin, what are you trying to prove?"

"I don't want to prove anything." Merlin shook his head. "I'm just here to tell you."

"Get to the point—"

Merlin took a few steps forward, standing on the edge of the city wall where Artorius almost fell that year.

"On the way here, I saw the wheat fields you and Morgan left outside the city."

"I have to admit, you do have some skills."

"So Merlin, are you going to admit all this?"

Ian's hand stopped on the scabbard at his waist.

"No."

"I don't care about these."

Merlin looked at the golden wheat field outside the city and replied without hesitation:

"The new king's election will begin soon."

"You guys..."

Before Merlin finished speaking, Ian behind him drew his sword and stabbed it towards his heart.

This was not an unreasonable sword draw.

But he felt that Merlin had no possibility of standing on his and Morgan's side.

In that case—

Then kill him in a despicable way.

No matter how powerful the magician is, his body is extremely fragile at the moment the sword pierces.

(T/N: umm he is actually the strongest swordman in Britain)

According to common sense, it should be so.

But if—

His body has never been here?

The sword pierced through Merlin's chest, but did not cause any damage.

He turned his head and looked at the unbelievable Ian.

"Your mobility is a bit stronger than I thought."

"Then—"

"I'll leave another prophecy."

"The king's election will continue."

"Whoever pulls the sword out of the stone will be the new king."

"No one can stop all this."