"As for what you said, why don't you ask the Imperial Brother yourself..."

No, self-loathing would be more appropriate.

"This is also the art of getting along with people, sometimes 'not asking' is actually the same as 'asking', isn't it?"

When the Knights unanimously questioned tonight's plan, Ilan was the only one who did not express any opinion, and until the meeting at the theater tonight, he still did not ask Lelouch how he did it.

Lu Luxiu is by no means stupid, if he doesn't understand it at this point, then he has no value in cooperating.

"As long as I don't ask him, the royal brother won't know how much I know, which means that he doesn't tell me what hole cards I have, and what kind of preparations I have made to prevent him. But if I ask him rashly, it may become a disadvantage that he knows how much I know, but I am still confused about his hole cards, and then I will not be completely controlled by others?

'The world of adults is dirty,' everyone who used to think this when they were young. No, I thought so until now. Cleanliness is not known to anyone, and no one is born with a penchant for rolling in the mud.

But ・・・・・・ there is no way to do it, because you can't survive in this world without it. Especially now that we are doing things that are out of our heads, thinking about problems without making a few detours, talking without puns, then in a few days, or even a few hours, we will all be arrested and hung in the streets of our country. The whole process is live, just like tonight's pivot wood.

So, I don't blame the royal brother for hiding from me, saying that he cheated and used acting or something, the two of us are actually the same, and neither of us is cleaner than the other. ”

C.C listened quietly to what he had to say, and pouted.

"Little ghost, how old are you this year?"

"16, just had my birthday."

"Are you sure it's not 160?"

"Seeing and laughing, the world is hot and cold, and I can't help myself."

"That man is really..." C.C sighed and collapsed on the bed. "Monsters were born・・・・・・"

"I think his genes are degrading." Ilan smiled bitterly. "Me too, and so does my brother. I think that Princess Marianne was also a generation of battlefield Valkyries, but the imperial brother can only barely pass running now. I guess I only inherited one-tenth of my mother's words. ”

"Why are you suing me about this?"

"Of course, it's to ease the tension, after all, the atmosphere of your life and death is not suitable for the next..."

"Why sue me for something you know? Aren't you afraid that I'll sue your brother? ・・・・・・Or are you going to kill me when you're done?" C.C asked, looking at the ceiling.

"Extinguish it・・・・・・ I've been trying to figure out how to throw it in the incinerator or something, but it's still not safe. The best thing to do is to soak in molten steel, forge it into a steel ingot, and finally sink into the sea, so that even if you can still be resurrected, it won't help. What do you think? ”

“・・・・・・”

Now C.C can't take it lightly anymore.

Yes, she won't die, but Elan's method can make her worse than dead.

"But I can also not do this, your ability is the same as the imperial brother to me, and it is 'unequal' to me, and I can't directly confront it, but since I can tolerate his threat to me, then I can naturally tolerate you to continue to exist."

"Conditions?" C.C had no choice but to lower his posture to equal dialogue.

"Actually, it's not a good condition." Ilan sat back in his chair, leaned forward, and looked at C.C earnestly, "I just want to know your purpose." The reason why I allowed the royal brother to continue to live with me was because I knew his purpose - to destroy Britannia. With this precondition in hand, I can be sure that he will not betray me, at least not without warning, and take precautions against it. ”

"You want to know my purpose?"

"Yes, I hope you can sue me. If possible, I would certainly like to have one more strong ally, rather than erasing you from the world by such 'perverted' means. ”

"I said that if you ・・・・・・ have such a strong desire to control zhì, you won't please girls." C.C sighed and muttered.

I see.

Isn't it about making sure you're not threatened, but about making sure you're defense-free?

For him, this request is really very forgiving, but it is also based on absolute self-confidence.

He really believes that he is the strongest, and he really believes that no one can beat him.

Should I call him stupid, or ・・・・・・

However, if it's this little ghost, you should be able to understand yourself, right?

You can understand how you want to get rid of this painful cycle, right?

It's not about dying.

Instead, I want to close my eyes calmly.

Just as he himself expected.

It's ridiculous.

Because he understands this feeling, he will not sign a contract with himself.

Instead, it won't help itself.

Obviously, it's right in front of your eyes・・・・・・

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"Okay, next question..." Ilan nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness. "How many owners of this ability are there?"

"You're not done!"

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. So, how many of them are there? Are the abilities the same? Is there a limit to the number of times? Is it effective for non-human organisms? Does it work against dead things? For example, air stones or something. Does it work for yourself? Is Immortal an additional ability? Are they afraid of being sunk in the Mariana Trench? ”

“・・・・・・”

Today is considered to have met a nemesis・・・・・・

"By the way, I forgot, are you hungry?" Ilan clapped his hands.

“・・・pizza。”

C.C sat on the bed with his knees crossed, his eyes full of grievances.

"Okay, pizza." Ilan picked up her phone. "By the way, do you have to increase the price of night takeout?"

“・・・・・・”

"Cheese?"

"Cheese."

"How many inches?"

“MAX。”

"Ah, that's a week's worth of calories..."

"Two copies."

"Huh? Do you have mine too? Thank you so much. But MAX's only one serving is enough for two people? ”

"Three."

"Do you want ・・・・・・ eat two servings by yourself?"

“・・・・・・”

"Okay, three copies." Ilan didn't talk nonsense anymore, anyway, here in Leluch it is to eat and drink at public expense. "It just so happens that the royal brother is coming back soon, let's eat a meal with Nanali..."

Ilan was stunned as if he suddenly remembered something, and his smile froze on his face.

"Nanali!"

“・・・・・・”

"Nanali is still locked in by me!"

A white shadow flashed in front of C.C.'s eyes, the little white hair disappeared in place, and hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance of the hallway.

“・・・・・・pizza・・・・・・”

C.C whispered in a lonely voice.

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"That's right, Shinjuku's exercise is just a façade, and His Highness's real purpose is to completely erase this cradle of terror from Area 11."

The press conference was already crowded. Almost every inch of space is occupied by the format equipment brought by the media. If it weren't for the cordon, the crazy reporters would have shoved the microphone directly under the green-haired man's nose.

But the calmest person at this time is Jeremia herself, who stands in the focus of all the shots.

"But Mr. Jeremia! According to internal sources, the purpose of the operation was to find chemical weapons that had been hijacked by terrorists! ”

"Chemical weapons? There is no such thing at all! As long as you can raze Shinjuku to the ground, you can use any excuse! ”

"Do you personally support this plan?"

"Of course! Shinjuku is like a tumor that grows on the body of the 11th ward, and terrorism has not been cured for a long time. For the safety of the people of the Empire, for the glory of the Emperor, we must cut it off! ”

Jeremia raised his right hand high, waved his fist and said impassionedly, as if he was doing a pre-war mobilization meeting.

How could these media who are here today let go of such an opportunity!

In normal times, it is extremely difficult to ask the military department to say a word, "I don't know", "I don't know", "I don't have the right to reveal", "get this guy away". But today's Jeremia doesn't know what's going on, it's just a question that must be answered, how detailed and detailed, how much inside and how inside!

For the media, it's like manna after a long drought.

No, it's not nectar, it's a raging storm!

"But the eleven in Shinjuku, most of them are just..."

"No discrimination! Isn't it the same crime for them to harbour terrorists? Do you think their lives are more important than the safety of the people of the Empire? Even if there is one terrorist out of a hundred, a thousand, then they must be completely strangled! We must not allow the tragedy of His Highness Cullovis to repeat itself! ”

"So His Highness Cullois was really killed by terrorists and by that ZERO?!"

"That's right!"

"The remains of His Highness ・・・・・・"

The reporter who asked the question swallowed.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and even the sound of the camera shutter disappeared.

"I decided to swap it!" Jeremia nodded, acknowledging it with great employ.

"Why?"

"Do you want His Highness's body to remain in the hands of terrorists?!" Jeremiah glared at the reporter as if he thought his question was stupid.

"I mean, why don't you get it back?!" The journalist suddenly became agitated: "Why make a deal with terrorists!" Why use 'money' to buy from the person who killed His Highness?! Why is it that he is obviously the murderer of His Highness, but he can get a reward?! And it was rewarded by the military department! ”

The hall was in chaos.

The reporter spoke everyone's heart.

Jeremiah said that they dare not speak out about the massacre of civilians, which is unacceptable to everyone who still has a conscience, even the target natives.

As ZERO said, "It's not what humans should do, it's beyond the boundaries of human beings."

But after all, it was the army of their homeland that slaughtered the foreign clan, and it was a direct order of His Highness Kulovis. They feel ashamed but don't want to make a big deal about it, so the problem is just a passing one.

But now Jeremia admits to trading with terrorists, which is completely unforgivable.

Can the remains of Britannian royalty be bought and sold?!

Can it be measured in terms of money?!

What does this make the empire lose face!

"It doesn't matter what you think, but that's the truth. If all the aborigines could be cleaned up back then, then how could His Highness die at the hands of terrorists?! The military department has no way to take ZERO, and if you can't catch him, what else can you do except buy it back?! Do you want to conjure up the corpse of His Highness?! Or just bury an empty coffin?! ”

The more Jeremia spoke, the more excited she became, "Boom! A punch was on the stage again.

"Only kill all the elevens, not a single one! Only then can terrorism be eradicated once and for all! Only in this way can we destroy ZERO and avenge Your Highness! It's not just District 11! For the long-term peace and stability of the empire, for the glory of Britannia! From District 1 to Area 17, all colonies must be thoroughly cleaned! Only can we guarantee that the tragedy of Your Highness will not be repeated! to ensure that there will be no next ZERO! I...

"Boom !!"

The monitor in front of the purple-haired woman was shot through by her.

The staff officers who were busy analyzing the shape of the battlefield not far in front of her were suddenly frightened into silence, but no one dared to look here.

The sound of distant explosions echoed through the dead silence of the headquarters.

After taking five seconds to stabilize her feelings, she finally let out a long sigh and raised her hand to rub her tight eyebrows.

"Guildford." The purple-haired woman asked, closing her eyes. "What do you think?"

A sven youth with a ponytail and glasses came to her when she heard this.

"Her Highness Cornelia. It is clear that Jeremia was bought by that terrorist. Although his speech appeared to be for the sake of the Empire, every word of his speech was actually inciting eleven's hostility and building momentum for that ZERO. According to news from Area 11, Jeremia had a meeting with ZERO on TV last night, and it is believed that the deal was reached at that time. ”

"Buy?" Cornelia shook her head. "Is it just a matter of buying to get to this point? Does he think that after such a thing, his country can keep him alive? ”

"Yes, the subordinates are not well considered." Guildford bowed. "It's also possible that he himself was a pawn planted by ZERO in the army, and he was his dead soldier before he joined the army, and he has endured it in the army to this day. It is likely that His Highness Cullovis died because of his assistance. ”

"The leader of the pure-blood faction is an inner ghost?" Cornelia smiled sarcastically.

Guilford stopped talking.

Indeed, the purebloods themselves are a fanatical league of racists, and it would be ・・・・・・ to say that its leader is actually a "stigmatized" hero who sheds his blood for Eleven

"There must be a conspiracy." Cornelia's eyes were still fixed on the sparkling monitor. "No, how can this kind of press conference inside Area 11 be seen by us in the Middle East."

"Yes, this kind of televised press conference will be put on the Internet and broadcast all over the world. It must have been prepared, otherwise they couldn't hack such a large number of websites at the same time and forcibly insert this video. Jeremiah's reference to the 'worldwide cleansing of the colonies' probably came to this point only after he knew it. ”

"Well, the whole world. Hehe, this ZERO has a lot of appetite・・・・・・" Conelia smiled beautifully and dangerously. "Dalton, what do you say?"

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I'm just a martial artist, I can't figure out the conspiracy or anything."

A tall general smiled and stepped forward to reply. The huge scar that almost split his face in half made the smile terrifying.

"If you want to ask me for my opinion, wouldn't it be better to just kill that ZERO?"

"Well said, Dalton." Cornelia laughed. "Very well said. Guildford, do you hear me? ”

"Yes, I will arrange it." Guilford bowed again and quietly retreated.

General Dalton was slightly surprised to see this.

"But Your Highness the Princess, the battle in the Middle East has reached the most critical juncture, and it will take a week at most to completely wipe out all the resistance forces. If Your Highness goes to District 11 now..."

"A week? I don't have that much time here. ”

Conelia stood up, ripped off her white cloak from her shoulders, revealing a dark purple suit, and turned to Knightmare's Gnaku.

"Today is the anniversary of District 18."