Ilan yawned and sat down on the couch in Lelouch's living room.

Bai Mao had just returned to the dormitory after the night shift and didn't sleep for ten minutes, when he was dragged out by his brother, saying that the situation they had been waiting for finally appeared.

C.C curled up in the middle of the couch, taking up most of the territory, eating popcorn and watching TV. Of course, the two gentlemen would not bother with her, and sat on either side of her like bodyguards.

They're not watching a movie. Instead, the show that's being played on TV is the morning news.

This kind of program, which should have been used as background music for breakfast, made Lelouch so aggressive and roared and pulled Yilan to enjoy it together, and its content was naturally not ordinary.

Anti-war marches.

This kind of EU's specialty spot has appeared on the main road of the Tokyo Concession for the first time.

People held all kinds of slogans, wore bells and whistles, and some even made up to look like ZERO, and walked in the crowd with cloaks and hunting sounds. Several trucks were in the middle of the procession, carrying huge stereos, some playing earth-shattering rock music. OTHERS SIMPLY PLAYED ZERO'S SPEECH DURING THE PRINCESS HIJACKING INCIDENT.

Now this kind of thing can be seen every day in the settlement, Britannia has long been numb, send two knightmare over to fire two shots, and the mob will immediately scatter. But today's parade is in the news, and it's live, which is very interesting.

This time, it's the Britannian parade.

The assembly place of the procession was even more ironic -- the Governor's Palace of the 11th District.

"Sure enough, young man." Bai Mao rubbed his eyes.

"Hmm." Lelouch replied, noncommittal.

This is inevitable, sooner or later.

Adults, office workers, would never have such a casual mood and take to the streets to speak out for peace.

It's not that they're cold-blooded, it's that they see things more thoroughly, they're more experienced, they're more tactful, they know how to observe the direction of the wind, and they protect themselves. They will consider things in the context of the big picture and their own use, and bury their sensibilities in the bottom of their hearts. But in fact, whoever is wrong is very clear about them.

Young people are different, they love idols, worship heroes, idealists. After reading a few books of Rousseau and Hegel, I thought that everyone in this world was drunk and sober, like a lotus flower out of the mud.

Children in the rebellious period are like this, they have a stomach of grievances, a stomach of fantasies, but they are powerless to change the world, and they don't even have a person to talk to.

The appearance of ZERO provides them with the best outlet. The concept of the masked man coincides with them, the appearance of the masked man is so handsome that the sky is falling apart, and most importantly, ZERO has the ability to change the world that they don't have!

So a few stunned young people jumped on the desk, raised their arms and shouted, trying to wake up those students who were still sleeping. A few articles were posted on the Internet, which washed the hearts of those who were polluted by all kinds of entertainment news.

So there is today's parade.

They are good by nature, they long for peace, they want utopia.

But they don't understand the dangers of this world・・・・・・

They had no idea what kind of person their spiritual mentor, ZERO, was.

The protesting crowd had already surrounded the Doge's Palace, and some had even climbed the gap in the wall that had been blasted by the Black Knights last time with the help of their companions. With a smile on his face, he raised his arms and accepted the cheers of everyone like a hero. The photographer on the helicopter wasted no time in giving him a close-up, and if nothing else, this is tomorrow's front-page color photo.

The security team of the Governor's Palace finally exercised restraint, and they set up a cordon outside the wall, and the soldiers stood in a circle almost shoulder to shoulder, rifles hanging behind their shoulders, watching the crowd in front of them warily. If there was a stunned hairy boy who wanted to rush in, then they were not polite, and three or five people pounced on him and subdued him and handed him over to special guards.

As security guards, they have no right to disperse the crowd of people who are in the assembly, they are soldiers, and if they do it, it will be tantamount to using the army to suppress the people of the empire, which is unjustifiable in any case, and maybe it will be seized by ZERO and hyped up. The only way to do this was to wait for the police to arrive and disperse them on charges of obstructing official business.

The two sides were at a stalemate on the spot.

"How?" Ilan looked at Lelouch. "The police will be there at any time."

"Hmm."

Lelouch took a deep breath, took out his phone from his pocket with a gloomy face, and dialed a number, the pawn he had secretly planted in the Doge's Mansion during the last hijacking.

ZERO needs the support of the people, not only of the indigenous people, but also from within the Britannians.

He didn't want the people of the world to blow the horn of a counteroffensive, and the empire was still monolithic, united to defend the motherland.

He needed contradictions within the empire, struggles between classes, paralysis of industrial machinery, and even divisions within the army. He needed to open the door and lead the way when the flames of revolution reached his country. There was chaos within the army, orders were not delivered, and the soldiers refused to obey orders to resist.

A rattling parade like this does not work at all.

Young people's voices can never become the mainstream of society, because they do not have the power or the capital to blackmail social opportunities. To put it mildly, they are now just social rice worms that are only consumed and not produced. No matter how loud the slogan is, it will not affect the functioning of the material world.

Even the workers can go on strike in protest, and the capitalists look at the stalled factories and finally have to grit their teeth and compromise. But what can students do? Strike?

Joke.

On the contrary, such demonstrations would become an obstacle to the spread of the revolution.

The working people, who are truly the cornerstone of the empire, will not be moved by this farce of young people. They have a stable job, a stable monthly salary, and they have families to support. They will not risk their lives for the sake of the human rights of those foreigners and the ideas of terrorists.

They are disgusted by the frivolous things that young people love.

They resent entertainment stars, idol scandals, ripped jeans, stud earrings, messy hairstyles.

Even if I really think that what ZERO said makes some sense, he is very manly. But because of the young people's love for ZERO, they will instead become disgusted by this idolized terrorist, and classify him as a grandstanding clown.

That's not a good start.

Today is the perfect time to reverse this thinking and resolve the generation gap between the two groups.

The bell rang five times, and finally someone answered.

But Lelouch's heart sank.

For a moment, he even wished the other party hadn't answered the call.

But this is impossible, geass's order is absolute, the man will definitely have his phone with him twenty-four hours a day, and have enough batteries ready, just to be able to carry out ZERO's command at any time.

The person on the other end of the line did not speak, waiting for orders. Lelouch's mouth opened and closed, the words stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

There was a sigh from beside him, Lelouxiu's palm suddenly emptied, and the phone had been pulled by Ilan.

"Do it."

Elan pressed her phone to her cheek and muttered sleepily.

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Unlike other palaces, there was not a single living person in this huge mansion, and although the corridors were brightly lit, there was always an eerie aura oozing from the surrounding walls.

This is the first time since the sixteen-year-old Lina Campbell entered the palace that she has left the guidance of her own work, and she can't help but feel a little uneasy. Walking alone in this empty corridor pushing the dining cart, the echo of the metal friction on the wheels of the car is a bit permeating.

Today, she is going to give the prepared dinner to a prince.

The "prince who should not have zài".

Eastland, REX, Britannia.

When she first entered the palace, the prince had been under house arrest for many years. No one had ever seen him before, and among the ladies of the court, the name was nothing more than a court legend, not much different from the "weeping oil painting" and "talking armor".

For this reason, she also inquired among her friends in many ways, and asked the seniors who had served His Royal Highness Eastland about the character and temper of the other party, so as not to accidentally anger the prince.

His Highness likes to read and likes to be quiet, so try not to make any noise. If you don't see him in the living room, don't try to inform him, set up your dinner and retire quietly. Don't stand behind him while he's eating and wait to clean up the dishes, and go back tomorrow. Otherwise it will be like Sophia.

Sofia? What's wrong with her?

Her hand was nailed to the table by His Highness's dining knife, and the senior said and sighed.

Lina shrunk her neck and swallowed.

Where is this dinner for the prince? It's like feeding the beasts・・・・・・

In short, quietly arrange the dinner, and then quietly get out, the senior said solemnly.

Ah, right.

His Highness doesn't like to talk, so you'd better not try to communicate with him and just do your job.

Lina nodded earnestly.

As for the reason for his captivity, the girls have different opinions. Some people say that this son's appearance is too bad, and the emperor is afraid that he will be a disaster when he grows up, so he simply locked him up as soon as possible. Some said that his mother secretly corresponded with the Chinese Federation and leaked imperial secrets, and the emperor was angry and imprisoned the mother and son separately.

But that's none of her business, the girl is just praying now, that monster prince must not be in the living room.

Unfortunately, when she opened the door, she found a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child sitting cross-legged at the dining table. Holding a book that was so old that it seemed to be about to fall apart at any moment, page by page, he flipped through it quickly and silently.

Long white hair, as if it hadn't been cut since birth, poured down from behind him, taking up almost all the space on the table. The long hair on his forehead obscured his face, and his face was not visible.

There was no doubt that this was His Highness Eastland, the trademark floor-mopping gray hair she had heard many times.

What to do?

The girl panicked.

Please let him go?

No, the prince likes to be quiet and doesn't like to talk to people.

That・・・・・・

Put dinner on the floor?

This is looking for death・・・・・・

The girl was so sad that she had to speak.

"Temple..."

"At the political level, the social nature of human beings and the independence of the will, two contradictory but unshakable natures, determine that the position of the dictator is not destined to last long. Therefore, the parliamentary system will gradually occupy a dominant position in human society in the future. As a more advanced ... ”

It seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for too long, and his voice sounded a little hoarse, not at all like the voice of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. With a flick of his wrist, the thick book was thrown into the furnace, and in a moment it was reduced to a pile of ashes.

The boy twisted his neck, looked up, and looked at Linna through his long thick hair.

"The new kid."

"Ahh The girl hurriedly curtsied and looked down at the ground.

The boy silently jumped off the table and walked in front of the girl. He reached out and uncovered the plate. I cut a small piece of steak and put it in front of my nose and sniffed it.

"Who told you to come?"

"Well, Miss Catherine decided to get married, so she quit her job in the palace, and I am..."

The boy didn't seem to care about her explanation, sticking the steak in the knife and handing it under her nose.

"Eat." He commanded briefly.

Is this a test of drugs?

I've heard of such people in the palace, but...

The girl didn't dare to disobey the order, the bright blade was terrifying, but the consequences of disobeying the royal family's order were even more terrible, even if it was a prince who was deprived of the right to inherit the throne, his order was not something that a small palace maid could refuse.

The girl had to tremble and swallow the piece of beef.

A gleam flashed in the boy's eyes.

Sure enough, this girl has not been in the palace for a long time, and the rules are not very clear.

This move was not because he was suspicious and wanted the other party to test the poison. This is an ancient ritual of the royal family giving death to subordinates, and if you eat the food on the knife, it means that the other party is willing to accept death. If a person who has been in the palace for a while is pointed at by the master with a steak like this, I am afraid that he would have been crying and begging for mercy in fright.

In that case, she probably didn't know anything about herself.

Is it negligence in staffing? After all, he has been locked up for five years, and it is very likely that the person in charge is paralyzed.

Perhaps, this girl ・・・・・・

"Ask you something." Ilan put the knife back on his plate, trying to keep his tone as gentle as he could.

"Yes."

"How's the queen mother?"

"Huh?" The girl was stunned.

"My mother, how is Jiang Lixia?" The boy's tone quickened.

The girl looked at him puzzled.

"Imperial Concubine Jiang?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine die three years ago?"

The boy froze there instantly, his whole body stiffened.

Passed away?

What do you mean?

What does it mean to be "deceased"?

"No, no, I'm not asking, it's not right, it's that Jiang Lixia, it's the white-haired one..."

The boy spoke incoherently.

"Yes, it is indeed the white-haired princess. She died three years ago, huh? Lina looked at him puzzled.

It's been so many years, and he doesn't even know the news of his mother's death?

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Ilan yawned and handed his phone back to his brother, cheering himself up for the rest of the picture.

Lelouch had his head down, unable to make out his expression.

The green unidentified creature looked at the two of them's reactions, and finally found some amusement, and laughed meaninglessly. C.C was more interested in the contrast between the two brothers than the man's rough voice on TV.

"It's not a joke! Not a drill! Those who do not obey military orders will be dismissed and investigated! I repeat again! No need to confirm the identity of illegal gatherers! Shoot on the spot! This is my direct order from Major General Jeremy May! ”

The hoarse voice of the Major General, amplified by the loudspeaker above the Governor's Palace, shook the hearts of everyone present.

What was this guy talking about?

Everyone fell silent, staring at the sky as if the owner of the voice was in the clouds.

The soldiers did not know what was happening, but the instinct of the soldiers led them to remove the rifles from their shoulders and point them at the protesters in front of them. Fingers were placed on the trigger, but looking up at those young and frightened faces, they chuckled in their hearts, and they couldn't pull it down.

What the hell is this for?

Why am I pointing a gun at ...

"Don't you have long ears?! I'm talking about 'shooting'! It's not a pretentious gun! Right now! Immediately! Right away! Shoot me! If I find out that you dare to shoot your guns into the sky, I'll rip off your stupid heads with my own hands and run them over with tanks in a row! ”

"General! You're doing it! Not!!! ”

A gunshot rang out over the loudspeaker, and the man who had come to dissuade him was silent.

"I'm not kidding, now you get it?!"

Stimulated by the sound of gunfire, a soldier finally reflexively pulled the trigger, and within this almost zero range, several demonstrators were immediately beaten into a sieve and fell in a pool of blood. After a few seconds, the demonstrators finally screamed in terror and fled backwards for their lives.

The soldier who fired the gun looked at the muzzle of the gun in his hand that had not yet dissipated, and his expression was in a trance, and several comrades around him who were still sane hurriedly rushed forward and pressed him to the ground. But at this moment, gunshots were heard again on the other side of the Governor's Palace.

The situation is completely out of control.