After finishing the call, the living room was empty, and even Merlin disappeared without a trace.
Arthur raised his eyes and looked around for a week, his eyes stayed on the stairs leading to the second floor, and he couldn't move for a while.
"Master, I've already rested...um."
It's time for him to "rest".
Heroic spirits don't need to rest, but for so many years, because of Harry's presence, Arthur has developed the habit of keeping the entity every night and sleeping with Harry on the bed from time to time.
No need to sleep with the boy who has grown up and is sleeping peacefully in the wizard's school tonight. It stands to reason that Arthur should disarm the entity and save some magic power for the Master.
However, when this idea appeared, he hesitated for a moment inexplicably.
After this brief hesitation...
Arthur continued to keep this "habit".
Perhaps it was because he was still curious, and he couldn't let go of the "dream" that had come to him intermittently since a long time ago without seeing the end.
Yes.
After signing a contract with a human magician, the master and slave have a chance to dream about each other's experiences.
Arthur has no way of knowing whether the master has dreamed of King Arthur's life.All he knew was that he had actually dreamed—the past of a man named Eddie.
Where should I be today?
When the fog of the dream gradually dissipates and the scene becomes clear.
The role of the master who entered the dream, unable to control the body, can only witness the past "he" from the perspective of the master, and an astonishing voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
It is a celebration, it is people's joyful and excited laughter.They were chanting Papara, and at the same time they were chanting the king's name, Eric, the most beloved king, Eric!
Under the clear sky, on the high platform in front of the palace.
"He" in the throne is smiling.
Holding his head with one hand, "he" lifted the hair by his ear with one finger, and tapped on the earring hanging on the earlobe, as if hinting at something.
Out of the corner of her eye, the purple-haired woman led the white-haired child, and together with the crowd, eagerly shouted the name of my king.
……
"His" country.
"His" people.
"His" beloved girl, "his" favorite child.
——These are what "he" at that time cared about and had.
Arthur raised his eyes and looked around for a week, his eyes stayed on the stairs leading to the second floor, and he couldn't move for a while.
"Master, I've already rested...um."
It's time for him to "rest".
Heroic spirits don't need to rest, but for so many years, because of Harry's presence, Arthur has developed the habit of keeping the entity every night and sleeping with Harry on the bed from time to time.
No need to sleep with the boy who has grown up and is sleeping peacefully in the wizard's school tonight. It stands to reason that Arthur should disarm the entity and save some magic power for the Master.
However, when this idea appeared, he hesitated for a moment inexplicably.
After this brief hesitation...
Arthur continued to keep this "habit".
Perhaps it was because he was still curious, and he couldn't let go of the "dream" that had come to him intermittently since a long time ago without seeing the end.
Yes.
After signing a contract with a human magician, the master and slave have a chance to dream about each other's experiences.
Arthur has no way of knowing whether the master has dreamed of King Arthur's life.All he knew was that he had actually dreamed—the past of a man named Eddie.
Where should I be today?
When the fog of the dream gradually dissipates and the scene becomes clear.
The role of the master who entered the dream, unable to control the body, can only witness the past "he" from the perspective of the master, and an astonishing voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
It is a celebration, it is people's joyful and excited laughter.They were chanting Papara, and at the same time they were chanting the king's name, Eric, the most beloved king, Eric!
Under the clear sky, on the high platform in front of the palace.
"He" in the throne is smiling.
Holding his head with one hand, "he" lifted the hair by his ear with one finger, and tapped on the earring hanging on the earlobe, as if hinting at something.
Out of the corner of her eye, the purple-haired woman led the white-haired child, and together with the crowd, eagerly shouted the name of my king.
……
"His" country.
"His" people.
"His" beloved girl, "his" favorite child.
——These are what "he" at that time cared about and had.
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