"Princess Mariana, Princess Corelia, Prince Lelouch, and General Bismarck.”
With a command from afar, Mariana and the others slowly stepped into the conference hall of the Empire, the residence of the Emperor-Pandora Palace. Along the luxurious satin carpet, the guards on both sides saluted the imperial concubines and the others who passed by. Lelouch counted them in the nurse's arms. There were a total of 100 guards who had obtained the title of knight, and they stood on both sides.
This number had already surpassed the army's ace squad. At yesterday's banquet, there were only three knights who could fight against these guards.
Just as Lelouch was observing the guards and the environment, Mariana and the others had already walked past the carpet that was a hundred meters long and arrived at the foot of the stairs of the high throne. They knelt down on one knee and said in unison.
"Greetings to the great emperor!"
"Oh, you're here!"
The middle-aged man sitting on the throne opened his slightly closed eyes and looked down at Mariana. His cold expression seemed to have melted a little. It seemed that the government affairs of the Empire were indeed very heavy. However, his answer was similar to Mariana's.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the unexpected guests behind Mariana and Bismarck. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You're here too, Cornelia!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Cornelia was shocked and subconsciously lowered her head as she replied in awe.
In the royal palace, unless there was something important, the princes and princesses were not allowed to meet the emperor. This was because the emperor had to discuss matters of state that were far more important than them. Every day, there were reports and policies from all over the country, as well as various reforms, the control of the army, and other important decisions. According to what the Emperor once said," I don't have time to waste on these little brats!”
Although such an emperor was indeed very competent for the empire, as a father, he was undoubtedly a failure. All the princes and princesses received only one education from the emperor, and that was to fight. The weak were not qualified to live in this world. This was also the basic national policy that Zarulu had made for the Holy Bunitania Empire since he became the 98th emperor.
Therefore, the young and immature Cornelia had no other feelings other than reverence whenever she faced her father.
However, she did not notice that a hint of disappointment flashed across Zarulu's eyes when he saw her respectful attitude. Mariana, who had already stood up, noticed the expression in her husband's eyes and shook her head subtly. It seemed that Cornelia had completely forgotten what she had just said.
However, it was no wonder. Under the oppressive aura of the Emperor, even a real knight would find it difficult to maintain his composure, let alone an eleven-year-old like Cornelia. Her performance was already very good to be able to say that.
(Darling, you're scaring Cornelia!）
Mariana looked at her husband who was sitting on the throne and conveyed this meaning.
(Hmph, if he can't even withstand this level of pressure, how will he inherit this empire in the future? I've learned from you for a year. It seems that he's not much!)）
(You're asking too much. She's only eleven!）
(It's not a matter of age. She's not born to be a king. Look at Lelouch. His performance is much better than that of Cornelia!)）
Zarulu looked at Lelouch, who was in the wet nurse's arms. This son whom he had only met once when he was born and given a name, was currently sizing him up curiously. His deep violet eyes were noble and mysterious.
Blue inherited it from me and Mariana, but what about purple?
Purple, a noble and mysterious color, with a hint of melancholy. In the history of the West and the East, purple represented authority, prestige, depth, spirit, elegance, nobility, charm, pride, mystery, deep impression, oppression, and a tendency to purple could produce terror.
And violet had two more meanings!
Loneliness and devotion!
The king had always been lonely, because he would always guide the way forward for mankind. The King had sacrificed everything because he bore the curse of the world on mankind.
Therefore, humans had to respect, worship, and believe in the king. They had to give everything they had to satisfy the king's desires and expectations.
Zarulu had no way of knowing Lelouch's true identity. He was just curious that this baby, who had only been born for a month and a day, could actually resist his pressure. Even his daughter, who was second only to Senezer among his children, couldn't look at him for more than three seconds under the pressure he released with all his might. However, Lelouch had never looked away from him from the beginning.
Interesting! Oh, Lelouch, your future is worth looking forward to! Perhaps Mariana's plan was very feasible. The blood relationship brought about by the dual identity of a sister and a daughter was enough to make up for the shortcomings of the two and create a more perfect child.
Zarulu's eyes revealed a strong interest in Lelouch and the plan that Mariana had mentioned to him.
While Zarulu was sizing up Lelouch, Lelouch was also carefully observing his father.
Is this guy my father?
Staring at the man sitting on the throne that symbolized the supreme authority of the empire, Lelouch felt a storm in his heart. The man who gave off a strong sense of presence was even stronger than the First Knight Bismarck. The intense pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on the entire space.
The aura emitted by this man's spiritual power was even greater and purer than that of the king, Lelouch.
This was definitely not the pressure of a superior who was worshipped and worshipped by countless citizens as the emperor of this empire, the greatest person. There was something even more mysterious and profound in his eyes.
Lelouch felt a trace of the same kind of aura.
The aura of a king!
The power of a king!
This man also had the power of a king!
Impossible! It was impossible for humans to have two kings at the same time. Moreover, Lelouch did not sense any curse on the other party. Moreover, that aura was probably not even one ten-thousandth of his King's Brand.
At most, it could only be considered a fake in the guise of a king.
Lelouch's brain was rapidly analyzing the King's power in Zarulu's body, thinking about the differences between him and Zarulu.
Aliya didn't have his own consciousness. Lelouch had already known about it the day he awakened the King's Mark. Therefore, it was not impossible for him to deceive Aliya and gain the King's recognition through some means.
After all, every human had the possibility of becoming a king. A natural king was a character that only appeared in legends or myths.
However, Lelouch didn't think that an ordinary human could do such a thing. There must be someone who could contact Aliya directly.
Lelouch still didn't know about Code's existence, but he could vaguely sense its existence. He remembered that the aura he felt from his mother Mariana and the First Knight Bismarck was the same as the aura of the man sitting on the throne.
They had the same power.
In other words, this kind of power was not awakened by their own strength. Instead, it was obtained from an existence that could reach the source.
The root of mankind, Aliya, you big idiot. Even if you don't have your own consciousness, you actually let King's Power overflow like this. You're too useless!
Lelouch cursed in his heart.
If Lelouch's Seal of the King was like a wireless phone, then the existence that gave the three King's Proof was like a landline phone that was directly connected to Aliya.
Fortunately, a counterfeit was a counterfeit after all. Other than being able to rely on the strongest desire in one's heart to obtain the power to fulfill one's wish, this counterfeit had no other use. If one wanted to continue growing, reach the same realm as the root, and become Aliya's agent in the world, there could only be a second person other than Lelouch, the king who was recognized by all humans.
Of course, the existence that gave Zarulu and the others King's Power might be the only exception. However, Lelouch didn't think that that existence could threaten him. Based on the power he gave Zarulu and the other two, it could be seen that that existence knew nothing about the power of faith and the materialization of spiritual power.
Without an equivalent price, how could he obtain power that was beyond his value?
As Lelouch fell into deep thought and gradually figured out the King's Power on Zarulu, Mariana, and Bismarck, Zarulu also withdrew his gaze from Lelouch and looked at Mariana, who was about to leave.
" You should know that the rebels in South America have doubled their army with the secret support of the Chinese Federation and the European Union. Their weapons and supplies are abundant, too. Do they think that the new recruits who have just walked out of the barracks can resist the Imperium? What a joke!"
"The request for help was sent a month ago. In order to avoid unnecessary losses, I ordered the Empire's army to defend for the first time. Mariana, my sword! I'll give you a month to help me eliminate these rebels!”
"It doesn't have to be that long. A week is enough!”
"A week? Mariana, although most of the enemies were civilians who had just picked up their weapons, there were quite a number of them. The Empire's army was indeed elite, but if the losses were too great, the Chinese Federation and the European Union might interfere. Now that the Empire's economy had just recovered, and the army was about to be fully equipped, meaningless casualties were not allowed!”
"I understand. However, it has been a month. The morale of these rebels should have been exhausted. Those commoners could still fight with ease, but once they encountered a major change, they would collapse without fighting. Moreover, it was said that in order to gather the army, the leaders of the rebels had gathered together. As long as they were wiped out in one fell swoop, the rebels of South America would be settled in one battle.”
There was a saying that morale would rise at the first, decline at the second, and run out at the third. Especially since the enemies were just a group of civilians who had just put on their military uniforms. They had not broken through the dynasty's defenses for a month, and their morale was already at its lowest. If Mariana's beheading tactic was successful, the resistance would collapse on their own without the dynasty's army needing to do anything.
Zarulu had been to the battlefield before, so he knew that Mariana's suggestion was very feasible. He looked at Bismarck and nodded in agreement.
"Decapitation tactic? With your strength, it is indeed the most effective method! In that case, I'll give you a week! If they won this war, the dynasty would temporarily stop the conquest plan and slowly recuperate, expand the army, and wait for an opportunity. " So, Mariana, enjoy this war. Don't disappoint me!"”
After thinking for a while, Zarulu agreed with Mariana's strategy and nodded. However, at the end, the sentence " Don't disappoint me " was filled with ruthlessness and coldness.
“Yes,YourMajesty！”
Mariana knelt down on one knee again and placed her right fist on her left chest as she replied confidently.
"You may leave!"
"Yes, sir!"
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