'Jingle Bell Bell'

The alarm clock began to faithfully carry out the mission assigned to it by the place where it was designed.

It's a pity that the people who set up this 'mission' don't appreciate it.

grabbed the alarm clock with one hand fumbled wildly, and didn't even have the meaning of turning off the alarm clock with common sense, but directly smashed it to the ground.

'Whoa'

The sound of the alarm clock falling to the ground is not a 'bang', but a crisp sound like a coin scattering.

Just then, the door opened.

Bright light shone into the dark room, and the elongated shadow of the maid was reflected on the floor.

"Kamiyu-sama, although I can understand the meaning of time is money, your actions have made me unable to understand the meaning, above." The maid glanced down at the coins scattered on the ground and said with a blank face.

"It's just a simple subconscious behavior, please don't pay too much attention to it." Kamiyu, who had struggled to raise his head from between the pillows, fell back down after saying this.

"Musashi, you know that I'm working hard in the morning."

"Yes, that's why I'm here to continue to fulfill the obligation that the alarm clock failed to fulfill, above."

"Obligation?"

At the same time that Kamiyu, who was still in his mind, let out a vague question, Musashi had already strode to the bed. The palm aimed at Kamiyu began to shine with an icy blue light, and Kamiyu's body suddenly floated, and the clothes that had been prepared for a long time also floated up, automatically wearing them on his body.

"Musashi, can't you do it in a normal way?"

"It's for safety, I don't want this body to become a pile of coins, above."

After getting dressed, Musashi dragged the floating Kamiyu out of the room

"呯~呯~呯~"

C.C., who came to the kitchen to forage for food, suddenly heard the sound of ping-pong balls.

"Hey, what kind of ridiculous dress is this?"

C.C couldn't help but laugh when he noticed the ridiculous image of Camillo wearing an apron, tied his hair, and holding a small spatula and a ping-pong ball.

"Lord C.C, this is a necessary exercise to avoid the danger of the destruction of the world, above."

"Ha Lu Ha Ha in order to avoid the crisis of the destruction of the world? Ha Lu haha juggling the ball with a shovel? C.C grinned as he held his stomach.

"You'd better think about how to solve the crisis in that new country."

"Politics is nothing more than compromise and one-size-fits-all"

"Kamiyu-sama, please be careful, above." Kamiyu, who had just turned his head and was about to say something to C.C., was immediately stopped by Musashi, who was guarding the sidelines.

"Ahh

Slightly distracted, the ping-pong ball and the shovel are staggered.

I only heard a 'snap'.

The ping-pong that had just touched the pot noodles instantly turned into a poached egg.

"Hmm"

"Although there are still slight signs of material conversion power, it is barely manageable."

"Do you want to be double-sided or single-sided?" Kamiyu, who was scratching her head in distress, suddenly smiled when she heard Musashi's words, and then turned back to C.C and asked.

“”

Faced with this bizarre situation, C.C was silent for two seconds and walked to the table as if nothing had happened.

I have to say that the C.C receptivity that has been experienced too much is very strong.

"Milk or juice?"

"Juice."

Just as C.C sat in his chair, shaking his feet and waiting

"What are you dressed up in?"

Conelia, who walked in with Euphemia, frowned and looked at C.C with disdain.

Although it was morning, C.C., who was wearing a pajamas with an upper body that was not even buttoned neatly, and even his underwear could be seen at a glance, was swaying around the ship, and in the eyes of Cornelia, who was receiving an orthodox royal education, he was simply unorthodox to the extreme. In addition, it is because this unknown woman abducted her beloved brother and sister that it is strange that Cornelia will give C.C a good face.

"What dress? Of course, it's an ordinary dress. ”

C.C responded to Cornelia's question with a faint chuckle.

In her eyes, Cornelia was just a little girl who was angry, and as long as she wasn't seriously provoked, she wouldn't get angry easily.

"Imperial Sister, Imperial Sister. Look, the imperial brother's apron outfit! Euphemia tugged at the corner of Cornelia's coat and pointed to Kamiu, who was making breakfast, to divert Conelia's attention.

Even if she absolutely supports her sister psychologically, Yufermia doesn't want the two to quarrel like this, and the last person who will be most embarrassed will only be Kamiyu and herself.

"Hmph" noticed that Conelia, who was dressed as Kamiyu, snorted coldly at C.C., and then found a place away and sat down.

As Euphemia had expected, Cornelia was indeed very interested in Camillo's home dress. It was impossible to see someone dressed like this in the palace or on the battlefield in Bunitania, and this visual novelty made it impossible for her to take her eyes off easily.

[I finally got through this morning safely.] 】

"Whew" Yuphimia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But

What will happen in the future?

The thought that something similar might happen every day left Euphemia feeling a little weak.

District 11, Doge's Palace

"This is it."

In the deepest part of the Doge's Palace, Monica, who was standing outside the gate, spoke.

"Listen to you, aren't you going to go in?" Luca asked, surprised.

"Go in and see the grudge between the two of you?" Monica glanced coldly.

The interrogation of Karene Shuttadfil yielded little to no gain.

It's not so much an interrogation as an inquiry. In addition to Governor Nanali's protection of her, Suzaku was also strongly opposed to torture.

, when did the violent and authoritarian Bunitanian Empire become so civilized and moral in the eyes of the world?

As for His Highness Shunezel, he didn't pay attention to this important cadre of the Black Knights at all, and in his opinion, the current chaotic situation in the world and the economic crisis that the empire was going through were the first things to pay attention to.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." Luca, who felt slightly unusual, said casually.

"Perhaps."

Leaving an answer that surprised Luca, Monica had already turned away.

But he didn't go too far into it, and now he himself felt as if he was being roasted on a fire. It's ironic that he traveled thousands of miles from the empire to District 11, but he didn't even think about what he wanted to do.

But just then, the door was open.

"Nanali?"

The two eyes met in the air, and Kalian's expression suddenly stiffened with a slightly gentle expression, and then deliberately avoided looking at each other.

"Look at me!"

As if to find something in Karen's dodge, Lukka shouted.

“”

"Look at me!!"

Lukka shouted again.

Kalian's eyes changed suddenly, and she glared back at Lukka with a stubborn, stubborn expression.

"Are you satisfied!?"

"You idiot."

Luka's tone suddenly weakened, sounding more like he was giving up on himself.

The daughter of a famous nobleman of the empire would rather be prosperous and rich, with fine clothes and food, but want to run away to be a terrorist, which can no longer be explained by simple personality rebellion.

More crucially, she also became a brilliant terrorist, a terrorist who caused headaches for the Empire. But this terrorist is his fiancée, and he likes her very, very much.

"What's wrong with that?" Lukka raised his hand to Karen, his fingertips touched the silky skin of Karen's face, and he swiped it gently, and then his palm climbed over Karen's entire cheek, his tone and gaze were infinitely gentle.

Karene wore a red low-cut gown, which was Nanali's masterpiece. If it weren't for the fact that her hands and feet were restrained in a fixed seat, who would have thought that this beautiful girl would be the number one ace of the famous Black Knights?

"You were born in the Empire, and as an aggressor, you will not understand."

The moment Luca's hand touched hers, Karen's body trembled slightly subconsciously, but she didn't turn her face to dodge after that.

"Yes, I don't understand!" Lukka roared as if he had been touched on a tense nerve.

"But you didn't tell me anything, and then ran to join the Resistance without saying a word, how do you let me know what you think!?"

"Because we have no other choice!"

"Yes! It's always been there!! But it was ruined by your own hands! ”

“”

Karene fell silent.

She knew that Luka was referring to the Special Administrative Region of Japan a year ago, and she knew far more than Luka.

A bullet, a Geass, can easily lead history in a completely different direction.

"If you had tried to confide in me, it wouldn't have ended like this now." Lukka shook his head with a sigh.

"Perhaps, but time can't be reversed, don't you think it's too late to talk about it now?" Karen doesn't regret her choice, because she knows that even if she is given a chance to come back, she will not hesitate to choose the same path.

"If you're willing to change, it's still too late." Luka's words are not empty words.

As the crown lady and the supreme governor of District 11, Nanali very much hopes to forgive Karen for her crimes, plus him, Kino, Suzaku Shuki, and even convincing Monica and His Highness Shunezel is not impossible. With two royalty, plus four Knights of the Round Table, it is by no means impossible to ask for a pardon for a girl with the blood of a Bunitanian nobility.

"The next time I come, I hope to get a positive answer from you."

Without waiting for Karen's reply, Lukka hurried away.

"If you're so afraid to hear my answer, why bother?"

Looking at Luca's vanishing back, Karen muttered under her breath.