Until The Day I Die
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MatureOngoing2h 19m
Last published Fri, Aug 14, 2026
[Rated mature because of: Graphic descriptions of violence and death]
Merlin has pledged to be Arthur's servant until the day he dies. He intended to hold that promise, but once again, destiny has other plans.
When Merlin sustains an injury too great for any ordinary human to survive, he's declared dead. However, learning about his immortality in the most inconvenient of ways, entails a lot of problems. The first being, how he can still protect Arthur beyond the day he has died.
But Merlin isn't one to give up easily. Even if it means stocking up on ageing potions and once again taking up the role of Dragoon the Great.
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