Elan not only pulled the girl up, but also tied her up, and finally handcuffed her to the heating pipe next to the bed in his room.

He took a roll of bandages from a drawer, hurriedly bandaged the wound on his leg, and then dragged another leg to the hallway to carry out the camouflage work on the spot.

He threw his bloodied clothes into the blood stains left by C.C., poured gasoline on them, lit a fire, and finally threw the fire extinguisher in the hallway into the fire. After walking back to his room, he locked the door with his backhand, and at the same time there was a loud noise in the hallway.

The next day, the school will find out about this destructive "prank".

Ilan pulled a chair and sat down across from the girl, reaching down and pulling down the towel that covered the girl's mouth.

"Whew~~~~~."

The girl took a deep breath.

"Ahhh・・・・・・ I seem to have fallen into the hands of a pervert." C.C sat on the bed and sighed.

"Perverted?" Ilan was stunned for a moment, did she mean herself?

"The cleaner and tidier the place to live, the more distorted the owner's heart is." The girl looked around at the dormitory with four walls between the families and said in a flirtatious tone.

"Empirically?"

"Historical accumulation." C.C said with a playful smile. "And what is this thing? Some kind of perverted toy? ”

The girl raised her chin as she spoke, and an orange collar was tied around her neck.

"It was a prop to keep me safe, I just took it off the neck of a certain eleven, and I thought it would be useful in the future, so I modified it, but I didn't expect to use it so quickly."

"Hmph, that thing that Shumu wears." The girl nodded disappreciatively.

Elan smiled imperceptibly.

Sure enough, this woman is very smart, but she is still a little bit worse.

"Anyway, let me explain how this thing works."

Ilan shook a detonator-like donghu in front of C.C's eyes. His thumb was taped securely around the red button

"To put it simply, press this button and the collar will be energized."

"It's a bad taste." C.C took a sip, his face full of disdain.

"From now on, my thumb will always be on this button. If this happens again, you also know that the muscles of the whole body will unconsciously contract when people are in severe pain, even if they lose consciousness, and then it will be up to the two of us to last longer. ”

Ilan said, putting his hands back in his pockets.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to." Ilan sighed. "But I don't know how to kill you. If I can be resurrected if my heart is pierced, then I really don't know what to do. Then I can only assume that although you are not afraid of death, you are still afraid of pain. ”

"It's very aggrieved, who did it first just now?"

C.C sat cross-legged on his bed, staring at him with his head propped up.

I don't know if it's because of the excessive blood loss or if this woman is like this, Ilan always feels that this strange woman seems to have no bones in her body. A soft look, as if it would compromise gravity at any moment.

"It's me, of course. So if calling me a pervert makes you feel better, then I don't have anything to say. Ilan said, admitting his mistake apologetically.

“・・・・・・”

C.C felt for a moment that this little ghost had a feeling of nowhere to go.

"But there are still things to be done, and there are some things that I have to figure out now, what you are here for, who you are, and what you are capable of. We can have a pleasant conversation and, of course, we can also compete with each other to the limits of their tolerance for pain. Personally, I'm very inclined to the former. ”

"Cut..."

This is really difficult to do, to be done by this little ghost to this point, or are you too confident? After all, the last time I was forced to have no way out was hundreds of years ago, and it was under the round-up of hundreds of people at that time, and this time it was actually planted in the hands of this stinky little ghost.

However, judging by the posture he used to defend himself with such a posture of ending up together, he should not have known that his ability to invade his mind required physical contact.

"Where do you start? Well, let's ask you why you're here. ”

"Didn't you guess it yourself? Find your brother. In desperation, C.C had no choice but to cooperate with an unkind attitude.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Jealous?"

Even in this absolutely unfavorable situation, C.C still did not miss the opportunity to take advantage of it.

"If it's at the ball, I'm afraid I'll be a little disappointed." Ilan replied very kindly. "But I'm sure Miss C.C didn't come here to choose a dance partner, did I?"

"I said I'm here to help, do you believe me?"

"Help Lelouch? Do you know? ”

"And I agreed for life, are you satisfied now?"

"Ahh "So the next question, does the help you mentioned have anything to do with this?"

Ilan stood up, lifted the desk top, took out a black helmet from it, turned back to sit back in his chair, and placed the helmet in front of C.C.

That's ZERO's helmet.

"What is this?" C.C frowned.

"This is my helmet, considering that I may have to play the role of ZERO's stand-in in the future and appear in some more dangerous situations, so I asked the royal brother to make a set for me. Of course, it's just that the helmet is the same, I really can't accept the tights or something, and the tuxedo cape is already my limit. ”

“ZERO？” The corners of C.C's eyebrows jumped slightly, as if he had never heard of the name.

"Yes, it's the terrorist who just rescued Suzaku tonight, and when I mentioned 'a certain eleven', C. Miss C directly reported the name of the cardinal wood. So since you know that this is something that was taken from him, there's no reason why you shouldn't know who Zero really is, isn't it? ”

A look of annoyance flashed across the girl's face.

Damn it! Said it leaked!

"But I've always had a question about this helmet, and I'm too embarrassed to ask Brother Huang directly, so I hope you can answer it for me."

"Aesthetic taste?"

"That's one thing, and I do think this look is a bit too coquettish, well・・・・・・ too coquettish. But the main problem is still in its structural design. ”

Ilan said, pushing his helmet in front of C.C., then pointing to the area in the lower left corner of the front of the helmet.

"My helmet is one-piece and that's fine. However, the Imperial Brother's helmet has a small mechanism that opens a square window, right on the left eye. What exactly is this mechanism used for? I've always been curious about this. ”

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"That's why I said, it's not embarrassing to do this..." Ilan laughed unwittingly, at least as it seemed.

"It's worthy of that man's child, even if it's between brothers, there is no trust." C.C scoffed.

"Trust is also conditional, or it depends on the other person's purpose. For example, if I walk down the street and meet a stranger head-on, I can be 99.99% sure that the person will not shoot me out of the blue, but I am not sure that the other person is trying to steal my wallet. I can trust Brother Huang 100% in terms of hatred for Britannia, but it is not easy to say otherwise. ”

"Then why do you think I know?"

"Is this really, how did it become that I was answering questions?" Ilan smiled bitterly. "Well, well, when I first met you, I thought you were sent by the palace to arrest Lelouch, but after we fought, this suspicion was rejected by me. Because your existence is beyond my comprehension, whether it is the immortal body or the ability to attack mentally, this is not what humans should have.

After you made it clear about your connection with the Imperial Brother, I naturally thought of his previous unreasonable behavior.

For example, when they first met, he hijacked an army knightmare, which is not something that can be done with wisdom alone, no matter how stupid a soldier is, he will not hand over the key to his weapon, and it is absolutely impossible for him to snatch the other party's key with the skills of the royal brother, let alone force the other party to say the identification code required to activate.

Moreover, today's provocation of Jeremia forced the other party to go to the TV station to confront him. Although this can maximize the effect of public opinion, it is a very irrational behavior in itself. It was simply suicidal to take a few terrorists and a fully armed professional soldier to meet, but the royal brother managed to get out again this time.

No, not just getting out, he made Jeremia confess all the charges tonight. Jeremia is not the kind of person who will swallow his anger, he has been pushed to the limit tonight, he has been driven to the edge of madness, with his character, even if he dies with ZERO, he will not choose to carry the stigma and steal his life.

There are many such unreasonable things, where did that aristocratic car come from? Where did the huge amount of new money come from? Where did the uniforms of the Black Knights come from? Where did the weapon come from?

I've looked up the sources of the funds, and I've checked the owner of the car. The books are clean, the handover procedures of the car owner are all available, and there are no threats or transactions at all. They just honestly handed over the things to the royal brother, as if it was a matter of course.

What other means are there in this world besides threats and transactions?

Is it an 'order'?

These are things that the terrorists can't think of, and they don't need to think about them. They're just employees and don't need to think about them.

But I'm different, although I'm nominally also a subordinate of ZERO, but I'm actually a partner with the royal brother, and the symbol of ZERO is not just him, but also half of me. As a partner, of course, I need to know if there is any uncertainty in the other half of the principal provided by the royal brother.

I thought about a thousand possibilities for this, but in the end I rejected them.

In the end, then, there is only one speculation that seems absurd, but it is the best explanation for the events that have preceded it.

The Imperial Brother may have possessed some kind of ability to control the minds of others, or a weapon.

Combined with his helmet, it is further speculated that his ability requires vision to activate, to be precise, the vision of his left eye, and there can be no obstacle between him and the target, not even glass, so there is a small window on this helmet.

So does he need to look the other person in the eye? Or do you just need to see each other's figures? I'm not too sure about that.

However, I prefer the first speculation, because if you can control the other person's thinking just by seeing the other party's figure, then the imperial brother only needs to stand in the crowd tonight and watch Jeremia silently release the Shumu Suzaku.

No, even if he needed to look into the other person's eyes, he didn't have to make such trouble, the reason why he made an appointment with Jeremia should be to communicate with him, which means that the eyes only play a hypnotic role, and orders still need to be dictated to convey.

It's a ridiculous guess that I can't even say, but after meeting Miss C.C tonight, I'm pretty sure of it. The connection you have with the Imperial Brother, and the 'transcendence' you have shown to you, proves that it is possible for the Imperial Brother to be able to exist, and it is likely that you have obtained it.

So・・・・・・ am I guessing right? ”

C.C looked at the imp in front of her with a serious gaze, and the last trace of contempt was also left behind her.

This guy is definitely the trickiest one, even compared to all the opponents she's faced in her long life.

The imp deduced the truth of the matter before she could barely give any valid answer!

This kind of wisdom, combined with his skills・・・・・・

It was simply unreasonable, even if she lost consciousness, she could defeat the anti-heaven skills of a person who had practiced martial arts for hundreds of years!

This little imp is simply ・・・・・・

She has portrayed countless heroes, emperors, tyrants, and saints.

She has a discerning eye that has been tempered by the long river of history.

If ordinary people get the power she has given them, they will either indulge in a lifetime of prostitution, or they will not be able to bear the mental pressure, and eventually lead to self-destruction.

Therefore, the hosts she chooses all have excellent potential, just like Lelouch now.

But she had never seen this white-haired teenager-like character.

Calmness, tenacity, wisdom, perseverance, both soft and hard, vow not to give up until the goal is achieved, the kind of madness in the depths of the soul・・・・・・

He's simply the best fodder!

If it were him・・・・・・ he would be able to fulfill his wish・・・・・・

If it's this little ghost・・・・・・

"So, do you want it too? The same power as Lelouch? No, your words may be able to gain far more power than everyone else. ”

C.C looked into Ilan's eyes and said in a seductive voice.

"So, you admit it?"

C.C spread his hands indifferently, and the handcuffs were clanged by this one.

"Even if you guessed it right, how about it, want to be my dance partner? This is exactly the invitation, as long as you sign a contract with me, then whatever you want..."

"My strength is enough."

Ilan said as he stood up and tucked his helmet back into his desk.

"Huh?"

"Now that my mother has passed away, then I am naturally the strongest person in the world, and I don't need any additional 'strength' at all."

"・・・・・・ I thought you were a rational person. The strongest? You? Do you believe in this kind of self-hypnosis? C.C's tone was filled with deep disappointment.

"Do you think it's self-hypnosis or not, I just want to use what my mother gave me to fulfill my wishes. Use these hands to seize, to overthrow, to destroy, to rebuild. What you get with the help of someone else's power doesn't make sense at all. ”

"Do you have a habit of cleanliness in your heart, but the human body will grow old and decay, don't you want to be immortal? Don't you want to stand above the world and be admired and praised by the people of the world from generation to generation? ”

From ancient times to the present, she has taken a fancy to the materials, no matter what the temperament is, no matter whether they are poor and noble, whether they are princes or beggars, no one can still take a step after hearing this sentence!

No one can withstand this temptation, no human being!

"Immortal? That's interesting・・・・・・"

Ilan chuckled softly.

"But if I really live forever, then wouldn't all the qiē I do lose its meaning?"

"Lost..." C.C didn't understand what he meant.

"I'm afraid my wish will only come true after death." Ilan sighed as she spoke.

"You, do you want to die ・・・・・・?"

C.C asked with difficulty.

This little ghost's wish is too unreasonable, it is not at all the logic of human thinking that she understands.

Could it be that he is the same as himself・・・・・・

"How's that possible, I'm not the type to commit suicide. In a sense, I have only been in this 'world' for half a year, and I am far from getting tired of these flowers, trees, landscapes, and landscapes. No matter how chaotic and crazy the world is, no matter how dilapidated the world is, I want to see it. If I could, I would like to watch it for a while・・・・・・ a hundred years, two hundred years, maybe five hundred years will not be enough・・・・・・

But by no means immortality. ”

Ilan turned to look at C.C with a calm smile on his face.

"All I want most is to be able to see my mother and say to her, 'We're home, and our hometown is fine now.'"