[ALSO, YOUR HIGHNESS HAS REACHED THAT AGE・・・・・・ IT'S ACTUALLY ELEVEN, IT'S REALLY...

[Actually, they're all in the same group, right?] And that ZERO. Otherwise, how could it be possible to rush to the princess's side at the first time. 】

[If you want to talk about the inner ghost, Eleven is too...

[You know what, it's just that it should be too obvious and won't be suspected.] 】

[First the Governor's Palace, now the military headquarters is not safe・・・・・・]

Suzaku walked quickly through the corridor under the strange eyes of everyone, his eyes level. Whenever someone accidentally touched his gaze, the other party either had a disdainful expression of disdain, or hurriedly turned his head and pretended to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

There was a stinging sensation in the back of his neck, and it was not difficult to imagine that people were staring at his back, chewing their ears and spreading some kind of faux pas.

Ever since he was sent back, he had been surprised by this kind of thing, Suzaku pursed his lips, quickened his pace, and finally arrived at his destination, a huge mobile Gnaku under the military headquarters.

Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment with his hand raised in mid-air, and finally knocked lightly on the door.

"Suzaku, come and report."

After saying that, he stood up in a military posture behind his hands. I waited for a long time and didn't hear any movement.

"Lieutenant Suzaku Shuki, come to report as scheduled・・・・・・ Cecil Little..."

The door in front of him opened suddenly, and with a crisp popping sound, Suzaku only felt a flower in front of him, and then something flew over!

Suzaku was startled, instinctively lowered his body, and pressed the person in front of him to the ground with a standard waist hug. Reaching out and grabbing the opponent's collar, the other hand clenched into a fist and lifted it into the air. When he was still five centimeters away from the opponent's extremely unbeaten face, he forcibly restrained his fist.

"Suzaku-kun!" Cecil on the side seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth with his hands.

Count Lloyd was being pressed to the ground by Suzaku in the posture of Wu Song fighting a tiger, he raised his hands above his head, his smile was very stiff, and his eyes were full of the words "A good man spares his life". The hat used by the birthday party duì was crooked to the side, looking very wolfy. Paper streamers were hanging from the two of them, and sequins were sprinkled all over Lloyd.

“Sur・・・Surprise！” Earl Pudding said tremblingly.

"Mr. Lloyd?!" Suzaku hurriedly helped the other party up, wanting to apologize but couldn't organize the words, and looked helpless for a while.

The room was full of streamers, a shabby little cake was placed on the table for some reason, a few candles were inserted crookedly, and a banner made of A4 paper was hung on the wall, which read "Welcome back" in English. ”

Is it... ・・ for me ...

A strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart, and Suzaku decisively bowed ninety degrees and began to apologize.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Lloyd, I didn't control it for a while, I thought it was..."

"Ahh Oops, are you really old..."

Lloyd rubbed his waist and sat down at the table with Cecil on his face.

"It's good to come back, I didn't expect to lie in the hospital for so many days, and my skills haven't fallen at all, the last time I saw you, I looked like I was about to hang up, it's good to be young, hahaha. Come, blow out the candle blow the candle. ”

Suzaku sat down at the table guiltily, but didn't touch the candle.

"Sorry, my birthday wasn't..."

"It doesn't matter what day it is, if you have something to celebrate."

Lloyd's smiling eyes narrowed into two slits. He took two glasses of juice from Cecil's hand, stuffed one into Suzaku's hand, and touched it on his own.

"Celebrate Suzaku-kun's promotion to the official faction, it's officially started!" As he spoke, Lloyd tilted his head and dried the juice heroically.

"Ahh

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant, five in a row! No, is it level four? I'm an official! ”

Suzaku was a little blindsided by Lloyd's continuous nonsensical combinations. Cecil on the side rarely stood on her boss's side, clinked glasses with Suzaku with encouraging eyes, and took a sip.

Ironically, in the greatest crisis in the history of the 11th District Military Department, on the cusp of self-endangerment from top to bottom, the honorary Britannian was the biggest beneficiary of the incident.

From the murderer of the prince who committed the most heinous crime, he has become a good soldier who is meritorious and loyal to the lord.

Of course, the latter was only on paper, and in the eyes of everyone in the military department and the governor's palace, he was nothing more than a little white face who should be promoted for his good looks. A PRINCESS WHO WAS PHOTOGRAPHED BY SICHUN AND STEPPED ON ELEVEN, WHO WAS LUCKY WITH SHIT. As an honorary Britannian, his awkward identity and his role in past events are all used as a talking point to chew on over and over again.

"What's wrong, Suzaku-kun?" Cecil saw that his expression was a little dazed, and he couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Ah, it's okay!"

Suzaku came back to his senses, grabbed the cup and poured himself a big sip.

"Ahem! Cough! ・・・I'm just... I just think ・・・・・・"

It's just that it's been a long time since I've felt this feeling of being liked.

This used to be the place I hated the most.

Here, just across the wall, in Gnakku, there was the white executioner, the "world's most powerful" tool for killing.

It was here that he became an accomplice of Kulovis, with his hands stained with the blood of his compatriots.

But only here, there is still a real preservation of him as a family member・・・・・・

"Is it those people from the military department?" Cecil guessed.

"Ah, they, just ignore them." Lloyd hiccuped and waved his hand nonchalantly. "A group of big men, it's not good to fight, they like people to gossip or something. Do they say you're a ghost within? ”

"Yes."

"Hahahaha, I know!" Lloyd slapped the table with a smile. "It's okay, it's okay, it's the atmosphere here, no one can tell, even I've been told 'that weird guy definitely has a leg with ZERO' or something. Hahaha! ”

"Is that so?" Suzaku finally felt a little more relaxed in his heart.

"Don't talk about this, let's eat cake and eat cake!"

The Earl of Pudding, ignoring the rules at all, blew out the candles himself, and began to divide the cake with great interest.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Lloyd so excited."

Cecil said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Suzaku answered and took the plate.

"I don't say it, but Mr. Lloyd still misses Suzaku very much, right?"

"Hmph, I don't need any other parts. Oh yes, Suzaku-kun, you know what? One of the best pilots after you left, I still came from Her Royal Highness the Second Princess, to be honest, he stood out on the battlefield in the Middle East or something, do you know how bad his operation is? The same simulation will take you twenty-three seconds longer! The theory took just over two minutes! This thing really still depends on talent, obviously he has a lot of experience. But the words on the battlefield ・・・・・・"

Suzaku's face gradually darkened.

"Mr. Lloyd!" Cecil reminded in a whisper.

"Huh? How did it come? "Men with zero emotional intelligence are completely unaware of what they are saying wrong.

"It's okay, Miss Cecil, I asked to be transferred back here, so ・・・・・・"

"Ah, is it a raise?" Lloyd slapped his head and suddenly realized. "That's right, now Suzaku-kun is a decent person with status, and he can't work for a day job anymore. Say, don't go over five figures. ”

"It's not about the money." Suzaku shook his head. "I actually have a please... no, request."

"Hmm." Lloyd pushed his glasses and listened attentively.

"I can do it whether it's a body test or a mock battle, but I'm not going to go to the battlefield again."

"・・・・・・Ah, that's it..."

Lloyd didn't speak, still smiling on his face, but his smile was mixed with imperceptible self-deprecation.

"Suzaku-kun, do you know why I'm making weapons?"

Lloyd changed the subject for some reason.

"For, Empire?" Suzaku hesitated.

"Guess again."

"For the glory of the family?"

"Guess again."

"For the sake of status?" Even Suzaku himself doesn't believe in this reason.

"It's not that complicated." Lloyd sighed. "I just love weapons. Like all boys who have a new love of toy guns when they are young, I just stuck with this hobby. It has nothing to do with fame, status, glory or anything. ”

"But weapons are not toys! The weapon is..."

"Used to kill people. Yes, I know that the only criterion for judging a weapon is its efficiency in killing people, harvesting lives on the battlefield in the most efficient way, and this is my ultimate pursuit of weapons. Sounds scary, right? ”

There was a faint disgust in Lloyd's tone.

"But, Suzaku-kun, do you think I'm a murderer?"

Suzaku clenched his fists and didn't look into Lloyd's eyes before shaking his head after a long time.

"It's a scoundrel to say that, but I'm not like you, rushing to the front line, needing to pull the trigger myself, seeing the consequences of my actions, corpses all over the ground. I don't know how it feels, I don't think about it, I just look at the number on the screen. The dead are just a reference for me.

I don't want anyone to die, whether it's Britannians, or Japanese, or any people in the world.

But I'm not excusing myself, think about what the world would be like if we hadn't developed weapons for the Empire? Will Britannia collect troops? Will the aggression stop? Will you settle for your current position?

Of course not. What was supposed to be a one-sided battle turned into a crushing victory, the enemy army that would have given up resistance thought they still had a chance, and the war that could have ended with a casualty ratio of 20 to 1 became 5 to 1.

But the end result will not be adapted, Britannia will win, and more lives have been paid. Both clans are red-eyed, and from now on, they will not die. Let's just say Japan, Suzaku-kun, if it weren't for the empire being the first to have a knightmare, how many people would be left in Japan today? ”

Suzaku's fist burst with green tendons, and his lips were tightly pursed. But there is no room for refutation.

Cecil worriedly placed his hand on the back of his hand.

"The world is like that, there's nothing black and white. This country, all of us have blood on our hands. We just can't feel it, and we don't want to feel it.

Almost all of the Britannians in the concession are engaged in work related to Sakuraishi. Every day they worked, more Japanese were squeezed and died. More Sakurashi was shipped back to their home countries, more warplanes were made, and the more powerful Imperial armies needed to be digested by the next country.

Are these people homicidal? Suits and leather shoes, with a wife, children, parents. They love music, opera. One third of them have filled out an unpaid organ donation agreement. Do they all deserve to die?

Every Britannian, for every penny we pay, for every minute we work, we buy a toy for our children, even if it's just a piece of cake..."

Lloyd pushed the plate forward, as if looking at something unfamiliar.

"The country's war planes will be a little stronger. Our lives have long been tied to the wheels of war. In this country's constitution of fighting for war, each of us is a murderer, and no one is clean.

A country where the army is the foundation of the country has only two paths: war or extinction.

Britannia, this huge warplane, can't stop.

So, Suzaku-kun, do you think the so-called 'not going to the battlefield' makes any sense?

Does it make sense to blindfold yourself? ”

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Suzaku sat alone in the corner of an empty café on the edge of the concession, staring at the small cup of coffee in front of him, his eyes flickering.

In this country, no matter what you do, you are contributing to the war machine, and no matter what you do, it is a murder・・・・・・

Maybe the next bullet that ends someone's life is the result of the tax money on this cup of coffee・・・・・・

A figure passed by him and sat down heavily behind him.

Suzaku was startled, remembered the purpose of this trip, and hurriedly turned his head.

"Don't look back."

The man behind him said stiffly, his voice with a trembling guttural voice, as if he was using some kind of voice-changing device.

"Promoted?"

The man behind him lifted Erlang's legs and flipped through the newspaper in his hand at will.

"Yes."

"More than the information you provide, ZERO wants you to get out of the military."

"I'm not one of ZERO's men, and it's my own will to provide him with information."

"Do you think that a lieutenant can provide information that ZERO will not know?" The man sarcastically said.

"His Highness Yuphimia."

"Huh?"

"I know that Her Royal Highness is secretly contacting you, and she is not very good at hiding such things. If I can find out, how long do you think Her Highness Conelia will take? ”

“・・・・・・・”

The man stopped talking.

"I will assist and protect her, not for ZERO, but for Her Royal Highness."

"So... That's what you'll be."

The man spoke, tucking a stack of newspapers under his armpit and preparing to leave.

"I have only one request."

"Goodbye, Lieutenant Shuki."

The man got up and left. Only then did Suzaku see the other party, a slender man wearing a trench coat and a peaked cap, and a thick scarf covering the lower half of his face, and he couldn't see the other party's face.

Suzaku got up and tried to chase him.

"I'll kill you if I come along."

The man whispered with his hands in his pockets and without looking back.

"Only the special commission!" Suzaku stood in place, his tone anxious. "I don't care what happens to the military department, only special commissions, please don't attack them!"

"Dispatch?" The man stopped.

"Yes, that's where I'm working now."

This is also the real reason why he voluntarily went back.

He could sense that ZERO was brewing something big enough to turn Area 11 upside down, and the only way to protect Lloyd and Cecil was to use his own security as a bargaining chip to negotiate with ZERO.

"The weapons research and development institution directly under the second prince?"

"Yes."

"Ah, that's it, by the way・・・・・・ do you know that white body from the Great War in Shinjuku?"

"I know."

"Can you tell me who the pilot of that white shell is?"

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