Fanfiction Arthur x Merlin 

Arthur and Merlin

#MERTHUR [Bromance]

=The adventure of Merlin | BBC one=

This fic arose from watching the series for an uncounted number of times and feeling like I wanted to see Arthur follow Merlin. I want to see the wizard version of Merlin as himself in front of Arthur. So it's only at the level of a bromance, lightly crunchy. Thank you for stopping by.

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The Last Dragonlord

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Camelot Land prosperous metropolis Ruled by a powerful king named Arthur.

...A wise and righteous king like that?

Even if many people think like that But there are still some people who...don't.

“Merlin!”

The morning sun shone through the large window as the thick curtains were pulled open with force.

“What the hell are you doing to me!?” A screaming voice came from the wide bed, even though its owner hadn't even opened his eyes.

Merlin turned from the bright light of the sun. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the spider that was beginning to draw threads on the ceiling, smiling in encouragement at its hard work. Then he headed straight to the bed to do some of his grueling work.

“Your Majesty,” he said as he began dragging the topless body without a care in the world from the bed. “You probably haven't forgotten how much fun awaits you today. Therefore hasten to open His eyelids before anything is missed.”

The King of Camelot's body lay neatly on the floor next to the bed. Merlin then turned and pulled the pile of clothes above and gathered them together into a lump, preparing to clean them up and wash them.

Of course, this is his main job. The work of the personal governor, or if you want to call it simple. And to be a bit more specific, it is the work of a personal servant.

Yes, he is a servant.

Many years ago, Merlin traveled here from his hometown of Ildor. His first job was as a servant to the prince. Merlin still remembers the feeling of excitement that felt like he was galloping down a canyon.

Okay, that wasn't so bad.

A few years later, Arthur was appointed and Merlin became the crown prince's servant.

Ah, what a wonderful career advancement.

And...just like it should be His destiny did not stop there.

Merlin recently discovered that he is the personal servant of the great King of Camelot.

Arthur Pendragon

To be honest, when I saw the thick muscle mass, who was trying to scramble on the ground to wake himself up Merlin could hardly see any difference at all.

“I am the king, Merlin,” Arthur growled, standing upright, a hand running up and down through his messy hair.

"Oh," Merlin glanced at him for a second before continuing to work with the large pile of clothes. “I think we already know about that.”

“I mean, I am your king.” Arthur's eyes widened immediately. It stared intently like a lion about to gnaw on the head of its small prey. “So you can't do this to me!”

"Well, I guess so," Merlin smiled. “As usual”

Arthur's unimaginable emotions had no effect on him. And Merlin was sure that it would always be like this, including how to awaken the king from his slumber.

"owner!"

“I think instead of paying attention to the servants Should we first turn our attention to what missions you have today? My king.”

Arthur forced himself to grit his teeth so as not to let the argument fall into place. He turned to his desk. Unsettled, he picked up the scroll, causing one end to unravel and fall to the ground. The length of the letters written on it made his jaw drop.

“What is this!?”

“What is the mission? Don't tell me your brain hasn't recovered from yesterday's head impact,” Merlin said, turning to grab a basket and put in a pile of laundry.

“Merlin! You...want...to die...”

"No," Merlin shook his head. “I can't die yet. At least before saying The speech I drafted for you to use at today's event is over there.”

I don't understand why he has to bother with something like this. Is this not a matter for the king or his personal advisers to deal with?

“You…” Arthur gasped. “This is none of your business and has always been...even though it was pretty bad.”

He squinted ruefully at the other scroll that was sitting next to it.

“But...in order to avoid wasting paper, I will consider it sufficient.”

Merlin rolled his eyes.

Saying a word of thanks will kill you or not?

“Then you hurry and prepare your clothes…”

"It's over there, Your Majesty," Merlin pointed out using his eyes.

Arthur looked behind the partition. He was slightly stunned, “Oh, then go prepare the food. I will eat breakfast.”

Merlin pursed his lips.

“Ah, no,” Arthur smiled. “Go get some water. I want to wash my face. Then put some clothes on for me. Don't forget to polish your armor, sword, and saddle.

"I..."

“If you've made it... then bring it here immediately.”

“Is it urgent?”

“Very urgent, very quick, now is even better.”

"but..."

“Hurry up and finish making that bed. You slow person, and…”

Arthur beamed. "Let me think about it and then tell you."

Everyone says it's special. Merlin is the king's more trusted servant than anyone else in Camelot. He really wanted to tell those people that if possible, please help share this special feeling.

Especially that ugly smile. How proud is it to receive it?

Merlin blinked. A hint of boredom was clearly visible in his blue-gray eyes full of life.

“Yes...that's it, my king.” What more could be said?

Merlin grabbed the basket and turned around. His hand almost reached the door when something flew up. It hit the back of the neck more forcefully than it had been put down, followed by a laugh. He rolled his eyes at the door lock once and then ignored it. There was a lot of work ahead of him and he couldn't delay any longer if he didn't want to be dizzy all day.

Mornings in Camelot are still as lively as any other day. The hallway was full of people. Merlin had to use a great deal of skill to get himself to everything Arthur wanted in a limited amount of time. It was unbelievable that he was used to something like this, as if it were a part of his life.

I really can't believe it. that the king of Camelot would be included in his life

Rotten brain, stupid, arrogant and arrogant. This was the definition he gave Prince Arthur when they first met. By this time, Merlin discovered that nothing had changed.

Before that, no servant had ever been able to stand Arthur. From everything seen, this is not surprising. What's more strange is that he is the one who tolerates people like Arthur. How do you get Pendragon?

Power over life and the power of magic. They share a destiny as two sides of one coin. Merlin must stay by Arthur's side, serving and protecting him.

This is really the reason.

The reason for the supernatural powers that have been present since birth.

Arthur never knew these things and must never know. Merlin didn't dare guess what his fate would be if Arthur found out that his servant beside him was actually a wizard.

Magic is forbidden in Camelot. Previously under the rule of Uther Pendragon, Arthur's father Merlin remembered it being much worse.

If you suspect that there is magic, you will die...

Many people lost their lives in that great purge. Even after Arthur ruled Camelot, things improved. But magic is still alien.

Fear often comes to those who do not know it. Arthur may not be cruel, but he doesn't know magic.

Merlin never wanted to hide this. In addition to being the king over life To him...Arthur was still a friend.

But this bet was too risky.

And...he didn't want to lose.

Even though in the end you may have to accept the loss...

"Arthur, I...am a wizard."

I'm willing to lose myself beside you. but will not lose your breath.

Before, Merlin still hoped that with this bet he would not lose anything.

But when he saw Arthur's expression In the end I had to accept...

Merlin...his servant and friend had disappeared from Arthur's sight, thoughts, feelings, and heart.

“You have deceived me all this time.” Despite his lack of strength, the injured king turned his head away and tried to move away from his servant.

“I have no excuse. For that matter,” Merlin swallowed hard. tight in the throat Stops burning sensation in the eyes “But above all else You need treatment.”

Arthur moved to avoid the outstretched hand. Merlin pursed his lips, suppressing every emotion in order to maintain the remaining stake.

...Arthur's life

“You must heal now.”

“I am the king. You can't order me..."

"Oh, sure," Merlin forced a smile. “It has now arrived. I won't let anything change that.”

“It has changed!” Arthur's rage had a painful effect. His breath faltered for a moment. “Leave me and go. But if you will please call Gaius. He will heal me.”

Arthur's coldness was so cold that it cut right to the bone.

"I will do that," Merlin's voice was simple. It is a habit for concealing what is hidden within. “But before that, you must let me heal you. His wounds were caused by a blade forged by the dragon's breath. Only magic can heal.”

Arthur still refused to look at him.

"I promise, after I heal you, I will go." Merlin closed his eyes. His hands were trembling visibly. “Or if... you want to follow Camelot's rules, I won't disobey. Just let me use magic to heal you. After that, Gaius will proceed as you wish. Please, please, Your Majesty.”

Gaius is the royal physician and patron of Merlin. No one doubted his abilities. Only this time it was different.

“I will not allow the magic my father despises to touch me.” Arthur's voice was weak, but his inner strength was full of stubbornness. “Thank you for your help. But go now, wizard. This is useless.”

A thank you from Arthur was something Merlin had always wanted to hear. But this wasn't the way he had thought.

“You are stubborn, Arthur. Always stubborn and never changing.” Heat rose in his chest. It was a feeling that hadn't happened in a long time. “…Is it the magic that your father detests? No, he is just afraid. Isn't it funny? Your father is afraid of magic, but you were born from it.

How many times has magic saved your life but you have never felt it? That's because you're stubborn, stupid, and have donkey brains!”

“You dare...”

“Yes, I was brave all along. If you've noticed.” Merlin took a breath to calm the anger in his chest. “If I don't respect the Camelot people losing their king. Not considering the goodness that you have done to your people and finally If I don't respect our friendship Believe me, I will never plead with you.”

Arthur remained silent.

“If you're willing to trade that pride and stupid faith for the loyalty that the people of Camelot have in you, then fine. I'll let you die. Leave Camelot without a ruler and fall away.”

A shudder appeared in Arthur's eyes. This was what Merlin had expected.

“Your father has always led you to believe that magic is evil and that it will bring destruction to Camelot. It will be like that It's a shame you won't get to see it. And unfortunately, the real cause isn't magic, it's your own pride and stubbornness.”

There was a suffocating silence.

“Stop talking so much and do what needs to be done.”

in the end...

Merlin was glad that Arthur wasn't looking at him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide his smile.

All of Camelot, or maybe all five kingdoms. No one knew Arthur better than this personal servant.

A special thing that Merlin is grateful for...

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“How is he, Gaius?”

Merlin broke away from his job of feeding his horses and approached his old royal patron.

"Your magic saved his life, but Arthur still needs time." Gaius glared at Merlin. “Both and mind”

The young wizard's heart jumped and seemed to dive at the same time.

“I understand. I deceived him. It is well deserved.”

“No, you are not deceiving. But your story is something that cannot be spoken. Most importantly, you have always been by his side. Now this can be difficult. But soon he had to think about it. You must give him some time.”

Merlin smiled.

“Almost half my life has been his. I don't want it to change. But I'm afraid that this time it's me who has to ask for time from him.”

“Do you believe that he can kill you?”

“No, I don't think Arthur will kill me. But he is the king. The king must eliminate everything that is a threat to the kingdom.”

“But you are no threat to the kingdom. It is not a threat to anyone.”

“But the others don't think so.” Gaius could clearly hear the trembling in his voice. "I'm afraid Arthur is too."

It wasn't much that Merlin showed his weak side. Even in front of Gaius.

“You guys are friends. For many years it will not…”

“I can only hope that…” The fear that had been hovering around him squeezed him until he could barely breathe. “It is not in vain, I hope so.”

It's good to have hope. But if you don't think about the possibility of disappointment The pain was beyond imagination.

“The knights will arrive soon,” Arthur's voice sounded firm. Merlin was sure he would get better soon. "I'm not sure you're supposed to be here...Wizard."

Arthur's stubbornness is easy to imagine. Merlin didn't expect anything to change that.

“That means you won't send me into a pile of fire and roast me alive.”

“It means that Camelot might not be a suitable place for wizards.”

This was better than Merlin thought. Even though it wasn't what he had hoped for.

“As promised, I will go…” As long as Arthur was alive, there would be hope.

After the last war ended Both Mogarna and Mordred were killed. Camelot's main enemy is lost. Arthur is safe. From now on, if anything happened, Merlin believed that Arthur could handle it without him.

Arthur was a respected king. He would be safe under the protection of the knights.

“Please take care of Gaius. He's very old. If there are no employees to help...”

Merlin's job, besides serving Arthur, is to help Gaius heal people.

"I will take care of him, and if he agrees, Gaius will have new men to help him."

Since knowing his status as a wizard Arthur never looked at him directly. Merlin understands. Intolerance and false beliefs The place where the head was buried would have been obscured until the person next to him could be seen as a stranger.

It can happen to everyone, including kings.

"I hope my new servant isn't the same as your servant." Reducing the cheerfulness in his voice was another skill that Merlin was skilled at. “And probably have at least one day off a week.”

Arthur didn't answer.

Merlin got up. He turned around and turned around. I don't want to say goodbye.

"We're still friends..." It's hard to say these words. "Is it right?"

Merlin wasn't sure if he really wanted to hear the answer.

“The King of Camelot has never been a friend of a wizard.”

But when it happens, it cannot be denied.

“Then you should have an answer regarding the servant.” Something disappeared as he began to speak. "Merlin...is dead."

The past was wasted

Many things disappear in the blink of an eye.

Goals, hopes, even...soul.

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One year has passed since the last war.

Camelot has been safe and peaceful until now.

“Where did that white dragon come from? Wasn't the dragon that my father had imprisoned under the castle the last dragon?!”

Arthur stood before the nobles. Reports of dragon sightings were sent from outlying villages. Time after time it caused incalculable damage. And he doesn't want it to happen again.

But no one seemed to be able to give the king an answer. Dragons are too ancient and terrifying creatures.

“Gaius, do you have an opinion on this matter?”

Besides being a royal doctor Gaius was always a good advisor. His knowledge saved Camelot many times.

“I don't know where that white dragon came from. But if you want to control the dragon You must have a Dragon Lord.”

“Dragon Lord?” Arthur remembered hearing that name. “But they are all dead. The last Dragon Lord is dead. I saw it with my own eyes.”

Many years ago, a dragon escaped from its confines and went on a rampage in Camelot. Prince Arthur took on the task of finding and bringing the Dragon Lord to stop him, but it was too late. Balinord, the last remaining Dragon Lord from the purge, was killed before he could reach Kamae. lot That time, the evil dragon retreated for what reason remains a mystery.

“That is right, Your Majesty. But there may be misunderstandings.”

"misunderstand?"

“Uh, by chance I know that Balinor has a son that he doesn't even know he had. Dragon Lord's abilities are passed on from father to son, so…”

Mention of anything related to magic used to be forbidden. Arthur knew that before his father had established this law, Gaius had been a sorcerer. Even now, that rule was not important to him, but after trying to hide it for so many years, it would be difficult to say it naturally.

"means that..."

“The last Dragon Lord still exists. If His Majesty would say so… then yes.”

“Does that mean he is the cause of this?”

“No, uh, I mean, probably not. I know quite a bit about him. He is not Camelot's enemy and never will be. Only he could stop that dragon. This is what I mean.”

“Are you sure?”

"I'm more than sure."

The young king looked around at the opinionless nobles. He let out a breath and nodded.

“Then we'll find him,” Arthur concluded. “Alright, soldiers…”

“Wait,” Gaius interrupted.

"what"

“There is another matter that His Majesty should know. He is a Dragon Lord and…a wizard.”

Arthur froze.

Gaius was not surprised. A year ago, the word wizard had always bothered the king.

“Even if he is not an enemy, it is not easy to ask him to help people who have or may be despising him.”

Previously, Uther Pendragon has always been instilled with the belief that magic is evil, including related entities such as dragons and Dragon Lords. This belief has grown so strong that it is difficult to remove it from people's hearts.

Arthur stood still. He looked like he was thinking hard.

“Does anyone have a better idea?”

“If you don't want to lose more than this. I'm afraid I have no choice, Your Majesty,” commented Sir Leon, his confidant and captain of the knights. “From the past...Wizards may be scary, but they're not all evil. At least there was a wizard who saved Camelot.”

“You mean…”

"The Last War A white dragon had appeared before and the wizard had stopped it. It cannot be denied that if it weren't for him, we might not be standing here.”

"Yes, can't deny it," Arthur muttered, "Let's just say no one objects to this...Gaius."

“Yes, yes.”

“It is probably no coincidence that you know the whereabouts of this wizard Dragon Lord.”

“I might happen to know.”

“Maybe?”

“Last I know. It had been quite a long time ago. He meant that wizards were people who... rarely stayed still. So I'm not sure if he's still in the same place or not.”

“That is a problem that must be solved.” Arthur came to a stop in front of the royal doctor. “But what is the name of this person we are going to look for?”

“Emrys,” Gaius smiled. “His name is Emrys.”

“It is as Sir Leon said.”

Gaius opened the door and entered the king's private chambers. And as always Arthur sat behind his desk. Only now he didn't do anything.

“Magic is not evil. The evil one is the one who uses it. And not all wizards are evil.”

"You've said this to me for the hundredth time, Gaius."

The bored look on his face was something that the old doctor had also seen for the hundredth time.

“I will continue speaking as long as I have strength left, Your Majesty.”

Arthur straightened up and looked Gaius straight in the eye.

“Change is difficult.”

“But it doesn't mean that it can't be changed. If he intends it.”

Silence is the answer Gaius sighed and looked around the room.

“You should find a new servant.”

Ever since Merlin left Arthur never appointed a new servant or governor. The castle's servants rotated every day, so many things were often in the wrong place.

“What we have is enough. I don't want anyone to interfere with my life like…”

"Merlin"

It was as if everything around had stopped moving.

"Sorry, I won't say that name again."

People who knew him in Camelot assumed that Merlin had died in the war. And the king didn't seem to want to talk about him. Therefore, very few people will mention this name. In the end, everyone forgot.

But it seems there are still some people who don't...

“How is he…?”

Gaius raised an eyebrow. You tried to purse your lips to keep from laughing at Arthur's awkward expression.

“...Who do you mean, Your Majesty?”

“Gaius!”

For those who have seen Arthur since he was born A roar or an aggressive look couldn't instill fear.

“Well...I'm not sure. I haven't heard from him for a long time.”

Arthur let out a breath. Adjust your attitude to normal.

“He is a wizard.”

“We already know that,” Gaius nodded. “We both.”

“I mean, he's a wizard. Yes, that,” Gaius knew. Arthur's irritated tone was meant to conceal something on his mind. “He has magic. There would be no danger of…”

“He is worried?”

“Yes, uh, no, I mean, I just...kept asking. Find something to talk about."

“There are a lot of things we should discuss. For example, Dragon Lord"

“Ah, that's what I wanted to say. Because he invites you to talk about nonsense.”

“Me?” Gaius felt like he was about to choke on his saliva. “So...I'll have to apologize.”

“Alright, come on...”

The solemn expression that had been created in an instant made Gaius feel the deepest admiration for the King of Camelot.

“Ah, what I want to say is that His Highness wouldn't have been able to easily ask to see the Dragon Lord without me, so…”

Among the council, Gaius had volunteered to travel to find the Dragon Lord but was firmly rejected by Arthur.

“I still repeat the same words. You can't go with me. Cecilia is too far away. Traveling will damage your health. I promised to take good care of you. If that person finds out that I..."

Gaius raised an eyebrow. Arthur put on a calm expression.

“The bottom line is…you can't go.”

“I've been thinking about that one. Therefore, there are a few things I have brought for you.”

"what?"

“This,” a silver necklace with a clear crystal in the shape of an octagon was placed on the table. “Just one drop of blood. Wear it and you will become who you want to be. Who is the owner of the blood drop?”

“For what?” Arthur couldn't understand why he had to disguise himself to meet the Dragon Lord.

“I know you hate magic. But sometimes it is necessary.”

“I don't mind. Just not used to it.” This is true. Moreover, hidden is fear. Afraid that magic would harm oneself and the kingdom. Merlin was right...this belief might be stupid, but it would be hard to dispel.

“You may have to get used to it from now on because he will need to rely on magic. If Emrys knew that His Majesty was Arthur Pendragon, he would not have met him. He had to enter Cecilia by becoming another person.”

"So you say he's not an enemy of Camelot?"

“Not hostile, but that doesn't mean friendly. Don't forget that your father wiped out his people. and his father Balinor It cannot be denied that King Uther Pendragon had cost him almost everything. You wouldn't expect him to agree to help easily.”

"That's...let's try."

“This is a letter from me.” A brown envelope was taken out and placed next to the crystal necklace. “You may need it to cross over to Cecilia.”

Gaius locked eyes, hoping his king would listen intently. “Remember, Your Majesty, Cecelia is not like Camelot. It is a land of magic.”

“So Morgana chose to use that place to fight against me.”

“Now it's different,” Gaius shook his head. “Emrys, he made that place a place for magic users. Those who are shunned are excluded. They can live together peacefully without feeling alienated or alone. It is where I once hoped to live until my last breath.”

“That sounds like they're gathering for something.”

Without stopping to think, the King of Camelot knew immediately what his king was thinking.

“Against you?” Gaius let out a laugh. “There was no reason for him to do it.”

Arthur didn't understand what was so funny about this. “But you just said that my father caused the death of his own people.”

“But your father is dead.” Gaius stared into the eyes of the king who had always suffered the consequences of his father's actions. A feeling of sympathy softened the tone. “If you are confident that you have never done anything bad, there is no need to worry. Magic users revere Emris. So do the Druids. They just want to live in peace.”

“I hope to be able to do that. Let Camelot be a place where everyone can live together in peace.”

“You can do it, Your Majesty.”

“It's not perfect enough.”

“It will be complete enough... someday.”

“Thank you, Gaius, for your kind advice.” Arthur had no idea how he would deal with so many headaches without this old royal doctor. “So, is there anything else you would like to suggest?”

Gaius touched something on the table.

“This crystal, once you put it on, hide it. Druid prophecies describe Emrys as the most powerful sorcerer of the age. The crystal's power couldn't conceal him for long, and it couldn't conceal it at all if he saw it. When you meet Emris, you must choose whether to reveal yourself or wait for him to reveal himself to you. Important...

Before that, you should learn to speak politely and honestly.”

“What does that mean?”

“I hope you can figure it out for yourself one day, Your Majesty,” Gaius said, smiling. “So, has he thought about who he wants to be…”

A loud knock on the door interrupted. A servant walked in carrying a basket.

“I apologize for interrupting you, Your Majesty. I came in to pick up clothes and wash them.”

Arthur's smile was the answer.

“I think I know who I want to be.”

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Merlin was talking with Kilgara when Gilly rushed over.

The dragon said that the path of fate was looking for him. Merlin didn't even understand this news.

There's a message from Gaius. Something might happen to Camelot.

The last time he had sent word of his whereabouts to Gaius had been several months ago. The island of Sicilia is quite far from Camelot. Most importantly, he had been very busy lately and had no contact with Gaius any more. It must have been a life-and-death matter for the royal doctor to send his assistant and two important knights, Sir Leon and Sir Percival, here.

As for Camelot, Merlin's servant had already died, and he didn't have enough time to think of a disguise, so the king's knights were pulled outside. In front of Merlin now was only a servant named William.

After scanning the contents of the letter He looked up and surveyed Gaius' new assistant and Arthur's servant.

The young man's appearance was not striking, but what stood out was that he was now staring so intensely that he was worried that his eyes would pop out of their sockets. The expression on his face was unspeakably strange.

"Are you alright, Will?" Merlin expressed concern for his visitor.

“Will?” Perplexity appeared in the servant's newly returned to normal eyes.

“You just told me your name is William.”

Merlin placed his cloak on the back of the chair behind the desk he had been using for most of the past year.

“Oh, uh, yes, my name is Will William...please...sir.”

The young wizard took a step closer.

“Sorry.” His blue-gray eyes flashed with sincere concern. “If you have trouble speaking...”

"look for?"

"I mean, if you can't speak well…" Merlin's expression was now both awe and sympathy. “I can help you heal.”

After being stunned for a moment, Immediately, the servant's eyes lit up.

“I don't stutter!”

The atmosphere was stunned for another moment. Followed by the stifled laughter of young William.

“I...I don't have any problems. Just excited to meet the Dragon Lord If you are that Dragon Lord...the one named Emris.”

Merlin smiled without thinking, "Yes, that's me. Strange, isn't it?"

“It's strange…” William muttered. However, when he saw those staring eyes, a smile suddenly appeared, “Yes, sir.”

“There is no need to speak politely. I'm not a noble.” Merlin waved his hand holding the letter. “Emrys is a name that Druids call. My name is Merlin.”

“That name sounds like…”

"Arthur's dead old servant," Merlin said as he tried to tidy up his cluttered office. "That's me. Only I'm still...here."

“I don't understand.”

“Since you are Arthur's servant and still work for Gaius. You are a trustworthy person.” Merlin turned and touched William on the shoulder. In one hand he held a glass bottle filled with a clear red liquid that looked dangerous. “You and I were both in the same place. So we can be friends. Please call me Merlin, Will.”

“Merlin,” the voice that had previously been raspy suddenly became incredibly smooth. “Is it true that you are both a Dragon Lord and a Wizard?”

“As you can see,” he placed the bottle on a shelf filled with the same items containing different colored liquids. “I became the last Dragon Lord because my father happened to have only one son, me and all the other Dragon Lords who died. As for magic… I had it since I was born in my mother's womb. Can't help it at all?”

William was silent. His face looked deep in thought.

“Balinor is your father?”

“Yes.” The wizard's eyes turned once more to his visitor. “How do you know his name?”

Merlin believed that Gaius could not be trusted to tell anyone else such things.

“Incidentally, I overheard the king talking about it.”

"Arthur?" Merlin let out a laugh. “I am not at all surprised. His appearance must be very talkative.”

"no!"

The hand that was reaching out to pick up the scroll stopped. Merlin looked up.

“Well, I heard him speak at a meeting of nobles.” William let out a hoarse laugh. “Actually, Arthur is a good person...even if he doesn't act with much thought.”

“I won't deny that. I just think that sometimes he's annoying...sorry. There aren't usually any guests here, so it's a bit messy.” After clearing the chairs to accommodate guests, Merlin slowly retreated to lean on the edge of the table that was piled with thick books. “It must be very difficult for you to serve him. That brain lump

He's truly a troublemaker. You've never been able to make me live in peace… What's wrong, Will?”

Merlin looked at William's red and white face. He hurried towards him, hoping to get help in time if he encountered any unexpected events.

"You've come a long way and you might be sick. Go rest first. Use my bed or sit down..."

“No problem, I'd rather stand and talk.” William raised his hand and waved. Sending a half-hearted smile “I say stop talking about Arthur. That letter is more important..."

Once he was sure that nothing was wrong, Merlin retreated to his seat. He picked up the letter and turned it over to read again, sighing.

“That white dragon, Etusa.”

“Etusa…is that his name?”

"yes"

“I never knew dragons had names.”

"Congratulations, now you know," Merlin said, smiling. Concern lurked in his voice. “It is not evil, it is just being used for evil. Maybe after hatching the dragon egg, I shouldn't let it go free right away. Kilgara should be able to take care of it.”

“Kilgara?”

"The dragon that Uther once held captive beneath Camelot Castle." Merlin grabbed a piece of paper from the pile of documents. On it were drawings of ancient, legendary creatures.

Great Dragon Kilgara

“It's here!”

William looked very shocked by this. Merlin thought it might be because Kilgara had once gone on a rampage that had destroyed Camelot. But who is to blame? Since Uther caused it and that was the result of it.

“Don't be afraid, it's already very old and will not harm anyone.”

If it weren't for the coincidence that the Prince's servant was the Dragon Lord's successor, Camelot would still have only the name.

It is considered that fate is still very kind.

“I'm having a hard time keeping up. Just now, you said you hatched a dragon egg…that white dragon.”

"yes"

“You hatched a dragon egg!?”

You can tell just by looking at his face.

"It's not what you think," Merlin laughed.

Arthur's new servant is actually quite interesting. Arriving in a short time, he made him laugh many times. Merlin was beginning to like this boy.

“When the Dragon Lord found a dragon egg They will give it a name. Then a baby dragon will hatch from the egg. I remember when Etusa hatched from an egg. It is a very cute little dragon.”

The last dragon egg was hidden for 400 years, but someone wanted to seize it and use it to gain power. That made Uther aware of its existence. He sent his son, Arthur, to exterminate the dragon eggs. Fortunately, Merlin came to the rescue in time. Everyone else, including Arthur, understood that it had been destroyed.

“Wasn't that dragon egg destroyed?” William's voice became sensibly darker. "Actually, it was you who helped him, Merlin."

“What did you say?”

“I said that if you don't help me hatch that dragon egg. All bad things will not happen.”

Merlin studied the accusing look in his servant's eyes. He placed the dragon drawing on the table and started laughing again.

“What are you laughing at?”

“That's funny, I'll tell you, the world isn't that simple, Will.” The young wizard's smile faded. “Even without Etusa, if there were people who wanted to harm Camelot, they would still find another way. I will not take the life of an innocent, innocent person. Especially for the Dragon Lord to harm the dragon is even more impossible. Everything always has its own cause and effect, Will.”

Merlin picked up another piece of paper. William saw a familiar drawing of Camelot Castle. Suddenly, a spark of fire that came from nowhere suddenly spread.

“For example: Camelot was attacked again and again because Uther had made many enemies. That I didn't kill Uther despite having a thousand chances to stop the tragedy he would cause. Because it will only create endless hate. I don't want Arthur to drown in hate and resentment.

Even if Uther were the cause of my father's death, my family would be ruined. But that is no reason for me to kill him. I will not pass on hate with hate. Especially that person is my friend...even though he doesn't think of me as a friend. But I know how painful it is to feel like that.”

William stood still. Watch the flames burn Camelot down to nothing but ash. But the fire was not extinguished; it was slowly taking shape.

“A knight wields a sword, he is an honorable man.” A flaming sword flashed in the center of the wizard's palm. “But if he uses that sword to kill innocent people, can he still dare to say that he is an honorable knight? It's like Uther said magic is evil. But I used magic to save many lives in Camelot, Uther, Mogarna, even Arthur.

He had survived countless times because of magic. Do you dare to say that I am evil?”

“No,” the answer fell from his mouth like magic.

"Good," Merlin clenched his fist. The flame was extinguished. “Because if you say yes I will invade Camelot and kill Arthur. If my use of magic to help him was evil then... He shouldn't be alive.”

“You won't do it.” William's voice was calm.

Merlin smiled, his expression relaxing. “No wonder Arthur always calls me stupid. Over the years, I have had the opportunity to kill him all the time, but instead I let him do rude and disrespectful things, scolding me, beating me until I was sick, and harassing me all kinds of things. It's so fun."

The young wizard smiled. He looked at the servant with concern.

"I hope you don't get hit like that."

“No,” William shook his head, “Arthur has never given any servant such intimacy as you.”

Merlin rolled his eyes.

“Oh, then can I not accept this special privilege called intimacy?” he said as he poured water and handed the glass to the guest, but the other person shook his head so he took it and drank it himself.

How long has it been since you last had this long conversation with anyone?

“Are you angry at him?”

Merlin was turning and stepping behind his desk when he heard this question.

“I'm not sure.” He lowered his head to tidy up the messy books. “I really wanted to punch him back, but I never did… Actually, I should say I couldn't because Arthur never stood still for me to punch.”

“Definitely,” William shrugged.

Something in the servant's voice made Merlin stop and glance up.

“You will help him, right?” William cleared his throat.

“The matter of Etusa is a responsibility on my part. I have to take care of this.” Merlin went back to his own business. “As for everything else after that, I still don't know. Arthur and I are no longer related in any way. Interfering in things he didn't ask for might not be a good thing.”

If there was a mistake, magic users might suffer because of him. That was something Merlin didn't want to happen.

"And if Arthur requests it?"

"I don't know, Will," Merlin shook his head. His expression now looked like that of someone who was about to drown. “Our last meeting was rather…not smooth. I don't think he would ever do anything like that.”

The young wizard blinked. He relaxed his breath and chased away the heavy feelings that had suddenly returned. It had been a long time since he had forgotten these feelings. But there was something about William's servant that reminded Merlin of old feelings.

“Really bad manners. I accidentally invited you to talk for a long time. You must be tired and need some rest.” Merlin smiled again. “My assistant has arranged accommodations for you in the village. You would probably be more comfortable there than stuffing yourself here with me…Gilly.”

William still didn't move his mouth. Someone had already pushed the door in.

"This is Gilly, my assistant," Merlin introduced the skinny, harmless young man. William noticed an unusually symbolic ring on the wizard's assistant's finger.

“Please guide them.”

Gilly bowed his head in agreement. Feet move, preparing to walk.

“Wait,” the servant's voice stopped everything.

Merlin looked up from the book he had just opened.

“I came here to make a request…” William’s fingers reached under the collar of his shirt and pulled out something. "Please ask for help"

A hand wrapped around a shiny crystal. With a little effort, the silver chain he wore around his neck snapped.

“Please save Camelot and my people from any threats. with everything and every ability you have.”

“Arthur…” Gilly gasped.

“Yes.” The owner of the name turned and nodded before returning his focus to his original goal. “In the name of Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, I request you, Emrys… although I prefer the name Merlin.”

The book he was holding slipped from his hand. It slid and crashed into a large pile of books that had just been sorted a moment ago. A loud bang woke Merlin from his shock to find that more than half the floor was covered with flying books and papers.

“Whether it is Dragon Lord or not. wizard or servant You're still as clumsy as ever, Merlin."

Arthur's voice could still be heard amidst the dust.

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“This shows that you are wrong.”

Merlin stopped as he picked up the books on the floor. Now they were alone again. Except the interlocutor was not William's servant boy.

“What do you mean?”

“You said I would never do that. I will never beg you. But I have already done it.”

Merlin's eyebrows furrowed. He looked up at Arthur. “Did you say that to show that you won?”

"No, that's…that's right," Arthur felt like biting his tongue. He bent down and picked up a scroll that had fallen near his feet. "Why don't you use magic?"

Merlin stood up. “It's just a habit when I'm in front of you, I think.”

He still looked into Arthur's eyes. The messy room was suddenly cleaned up by an invisible hand. It only took a short time for everything to fall into place.

“It's every bit as amazing.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Why do you think I won't?”

“Because magic is undesirable.”

“It might have been,” Arthur shrugged. He sighed, his expression returning to solemnity. “And that said, miraculous. I don't mean magic, but you.”

“What?” Merlin wasn't sure if the loud noise from the pile of books was causing his hearing to be impaired.

“You are there. Watch my back. Help me.” Arthur gulped. “It must be very difficult to do it alone. I understand what it feels like to let go of who you are. In just a moment, it became uncomfortable and almost unbearable. But you had to live in that condition for most of your life.

It was far beyond my imagination. Therefore I say that you are an amazing person.”

“You…”

"Please, don't make me say it again."

"Sorry, I'm not deaf, Your Majesty."

"good"

Merlin studied Arthur, who was now trying to survey every part of the wizard's office except himself.

“I didn't think you would say something like this. A arrogant, arrogant, stupid person like you...”

"It shows you're wrong again, Merlin." Arthur's eyes swept over his face once more.

"So?" Merlin crossed his arms over his chest, waiting without looking away.

Arthur has always been a tough guy. It seems that time still does not have enough power to change him.

“Gaius told me to speak my mind. You know sometimes I…” In the end, it was Arthur who stopped trying.

“Arrogant, arrogant, stupid.”

“Merlin!” The Camelot King's eyes almost turned into blazing lights, instantly burning people to death.

“I know, you are a person who speaks sweetly and is not good at pleasing others. It can be rude sometimes, but it's not inexcusable.” Merlin grinned widely. The eyes returned to joy. “Want to go for a walk, Your Majesty?”

Arthur's breath nearly caught fire as he looked at his former servant, who looked like he was intent on giving him a defiant smile.

and people like Arthur Pendragon never refused a challenge from anyone.

“Cecelia is a beautiful place. It is not the fault of this place being used by Morgarna for evil.”

Merlin looked at the waves as they rolled towards the shore. The stars in the sky sparkled and reflected on the vast waters.

“I know.” Arthur glanced at the face of the Dragon Lord he had overcome so far to find. “What did you do after that?”

It feels like something that was missing has been filled again. It was considered a journey that was more worthwhile than expected.

“Traveling,” Merlin replied, “visiting Mother at Ildor. Search for things related to magic.”

Arthur frowned. “Why did you do that?”

"I don't want things tainted with magic to fall into the wrong hands and cause trouble for others because that would only make magic more despised," Merlin said, his eyes suggestive. “Did you see it there?”

On a hill far away on the other side of the island. An ancient and beautiful building appeared before the eyes of the King of Camelot.

“That white castle. When I first arrived I thought it was Emrys. I thought you were there.”

"It's too big for just me if you don't count the Druids that live around." Merlin looked at Arthur and smiled. “Besides...that place is full of dangerous spells and traps in ways you might not even imagine, Your Majesty.”

“You keep them there.”

“Yes.” For the first time, Arthur saw another side of his former dull servant. It looks incredibly sinister.

“Anyone thinking of usurping it will have to pass through the druid's magic barrier. My wrath and the darkness of this Cecelia go first. I bet that if His Majesty thinks about it, he won't stop him.”

Arthur frowned. I don't know how to feel about being once the servant of a sorcerer who was more powerful than anyone else in the Five Kingdoms.

“I was right, you're not completely stupid.”

“Just like I thought you weren't completely stupid.”

Arthur's lips curled into an almost smile.

Merlin is still the Merlin who never gave in to him. The position of king seemed to be of no use to this servant.

“And those people At the village..."

From here you can still see the lights of the community in the center of Sicilia. Leon and Percival were probably happily eating dinner by now. Arthur almost unconsciously ordered Merlin to cook food if he hadn't realized that doing so would risk being cursed as a toad.

“They are people I met along the way. Many people have nowhere to go. Many people know me from the prophecies of the Druids. speak by word of mouth Finally gathered here. Over time, it became the community you see. I'm glad they're not alone and safe. But some people still have parents and friends outside.

I hope that one day they will be able to return and be with their loved ones in peace.”

"I hope so," Arthur smiled. There was still something he wanted to say, but he found it difficult to bring it to the topic.

“I think... Young Gilly, your assistant, looks familiar.”

This was not what Arthur had in mind. At least it's not as important.

“Of course, once, long ago, he almost killed your father, Uther.”

It took me some time to figure it out.

“Actually, it's that scrawny kid who almost defeated my father in a duel. Now I'm not surprised. He was able to defeat and kill the king with his magic, but why…” The answer was not far away. “Guess he didn't do it because of you.”

Merlin smiled.

“What are you doing behind my back?”

“Many things, but don't tell me, because Camelot might be destroyed by Etusa before I finish talking.”

"Then I wouldn't want to..." Arthur's gaze stopped. His two legs took him back until he almost fell off the rocks if Merlin hadn't grabbed him. “What is that?!”

Above the smooth water, as far as the eye could see, shimmering light appeared as if millions of fireflies had gathered together.

“Magic?” Arthur was speechless.

"It's magic," Merlin replied, silent because it was something he was familiar with. “Nobody's but Cecelia's.”

“How beautiful.” Arthur had never seen such a phenomenon before.

“Nature can create beautiful things. and at the same time it can kill you.”

Arthur turned sharply towards Merlin. “Then it is very scary.”

“As long as you know it thoroughly, you will have no fear.”

Arthur pondered. Trying with all your might to move your heavy mouth.

“You once said something similar at Avalon. When I was injured and close to death.”

"Probably so." Merlin's face was unsmiling.

Arthur gathered his strength to seize the opportunity.

“Truth... at that time I hadn't finished speaking.”

“What do you mean, Your Majesty?”

For Merlin this was not a desirable topic of conversation.

“The King of Camelot has never been a friend of a wizard.”

The listener's expression changed noticeably. It's no longer as cheerful as it should be.

“I know…”

Arthur never liked Merlin like this. The Merlin he knew was a talkative type. Talking non-stop, arguing every word to the point of being annoying.

“My only friend is a servant named Merlin.”

Arthur met Merlin's eyes.

“And from now on the King of Camelot will have a friend, a wizard named Merlin.”

“Is this…am I dreaming?”

Merlin had never expected this day before and was caught off guard.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

"Oh!" Merlin raised his hand to the back of his neck. “Why did you hit me?”

“To prove to you that it wasn't a dream.”

“I never knew how to respect each other. Has he ever developed in the past?” Merlin complained.

“I have evolved with others. Except for you, who I will not change.”

"It makes me feel really good," Merlin laughed dryly. “But… do your friends include Dragon Lord Emris as well, Your Majesty?”

“Of course,” Arthur nodded. The repressed feeling gradually relaxed. “Do you still have any secrets that you haven't told me? For example, you are a clumsy woodworm.”

“Then he must be a toad that likes to puff up.”

“You say I'm a toad again!”

“Yes, I said that one day magic would turn a toad into a handsome prince. But because using magic is illegal, then it won't happen.”

“But now magic isn't against the rules. So it can happen.”

Merlin shook his head.

“Who told His Majesty that the use of magic is not against the law?”

"I'm telling you, here I am...Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot."

“Then I can believe it…a little.”

The laughter of two people sounded in harmony with the sound of soft waves.

"Merlin"

“Hm.”

“In fact, there is something…”

There was confusion in Merlin's eyes. Today Arthur seemed to have more to say than ever. The King of Camelot usually doesn't talk much, but tends to shout more when he's with him.

“Before, you were a weak-willed servant. Thin and sensitive like a woman.”

Ah, still the same rudeness.

“I apologize for causing this great misunderstanding, Your Majesty.”

“Because that makes me feel like it's my daily duty to protect you.”

This surprised Merlin greatly.

“By throwing things at your head or your majesty.”

“I have told you before. That is a friendly relationship.”

"I'm willing to believe in you."

Merlin nodded. Stand still and wait to continue listening.

“But knowing that you are a wizard and that you are actually the one who has always protected me. It makes you feel…”

"Poor…" Merlin continued.

“Losing yourself,” Arthur corrected.

"Dignity supports the neck"

“Merlin! Is your ability to make me lose my patience?”

“Sorry, Your Majesty. My ability is to be patient with you.”

Arthur gritted his teeth. Try your best to suppress your emotions.

“I'm just trying to say that...to me you are something more important than who you are. Because without you, there would be no me.”

The King of Camelot stopped. Now this is the hardest part.

“I am listening intently, Your Majesty.”

Merlin tried to be supportive. But what he got were glowing eyes.

"I'll only say this once, Merlin," Arthur paused, licking his parched lips. “Sorry for what my father did to your father. I'm sorry for some of the things I may have been stupid about. And thank you for always being by my side.”

Merlin grinned widely.

“It is my destiny. It is my pleasure and pleasure to do this for Lord Arthur.”

“The fusion of the New World and the Old World created the land of Albion,” Arthur continued as if he hadn't heard. “I can't do all that alone, Merlin. I need you.”

Arthur's expression looked as excited as a frightened rabbit.

“You will be pleased to join me. Let's help create a land where we can all live together peacefully?”

Merlin was stunned. After a while he let out a loud laugh that echoed on the beach.

“What's funny? I'm being serious here.”

"Well, that sounds like a marriage proposal." Merlin's breath hitched as he couldn't stop laughing. “Where do you remember these sentences, Arthur?”

“Fuck it.” Using his frustration to cover up was a skill that Arthur was skilled at. “In summary, everything happened because of you. Both that dragon and all the chaos So you must go back and take action. Don't refuse, or I will bring knights to destroy Sicilian.”

Merlin sighed.

“There is no need to ask His Majesty to get the answer.”

“What is the answer?”

“When did you become short-sighted?”

“Merlin!”

Look, Arthur…will stopping yelling for a day cause you to die?

“I said it was my destiny. I am very willing and pleased to do it for you.”

Arthur stood stunned. Merlin looked still.

“You don't plan on hugging me, do you?”

"You wouldn't cry at me."

They both shook their heads together.

Suddenly, Arthur pulled Merlin towards him and embraced him with both arms.

“Thank you my friend. You are always a good friend to me.”

"You too, Arthur," Merlin muttered. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes.

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Sunshine welcomes the morning in Camelot.

The land was once again at peace when the dragons were defeated by the Dragon Lord and the return of the man who was once their servant.

“Merlin!”

Or maybe it still is.

"Here's your comb," Merlin grabbed the item from a dark corner of the drawer and threw it behind the partition. Arthur grabbed it just in time.

“It is yours, you should memorize its whereabouts rather than just relying on the servants.”

Merlin said as he went to help fix the wrinkled collar of his shirt.

“Every day I have a lot to remember. No time to remember nonsense.” Arthur struggled to put on his belt. In the end, it was Merlin who had to help deal with it.

“Then you should seriously find a new personal servant. Or learn to do these little things yourself. I don't have free time to help you find things or get dressed every morning.”

“So?”

"Arthur," Merlin pressed with a look. “Today, after the morning meeting, I have to prepare for the screening of magic users in the town square. When finished, we must come back and draft a new law for magic users. You should have a better answer than that?”

“Alright,” Arthur nodded, “So?”

Merlin let out a breath.

“Then you chose to keep me in the position of court wizard. Or let me go back to being a servant like before.”

Originally serving as a servant, Arthur never gave him a day off. But now Merlin must act as a court wizard as well. The work he had just begun gave him almost no time to catch his breath. If this continued, Merlin would definitely not live to see Albion.

“I give you both positions. Kind-hearted, right?”

There seem to be some people who aren't paying attention to the problem.

“I can't do both at the same time.”

“You can do it. You are the best wizard in the Five Kingdoms.”

Merlin pursed his lips. Try to prevent yourself from accidentally casting a spell.

“Maybe cursing you into a toad is a good idea.”

“If you want a toad king over Camelot, then go ahead and do it.” Arthur was unfazed.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are a troublemaker?”

“Yes,” Arthur nodded. "That's what you said."

He bent down to examine the sword on his belt. Put the coat in place. Examining himself in the mirror, he turned and walked away, leaving Merlin standing in the same place.

“This is the wizard. Hurry, or you won't be in time for the morning meeting." He had already passed the door, but his voice still haunted him. "Oh, don't forget to pick up yesterday's report that was on the table."

Merlin closed his eyes and used his nerves to the hilt. He turned towards the door and saw Gilly walking in.

“It looks like you're in trouble. Is there something I can help you with, Merlin?”

"Thanks Gilly, but not yet," Merlin hissed. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his anger. “Or maybe you need to prepare.”

“What are you preparing?”

“Prepare to have a king who is a gnarled toad.”

Merlin turned and grabbed the scroll and took long steps. Go through the door. Leaving his doubts open for his assistants to ponder and find answers to.

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