Limitless: Progressing from Arasaka

Suzaku was his dearest friend who had shared many hardships with him!

What to do?

He has already used Geass on Suzaku...

If Vera's policies are allowed to continue, and with examples of honorary Britannia like Suzaku Kururugi achieving upward social mobility before our eyes, the blow to the Black Knights' ability to unite will be fatal.

The mere thought of survival and hope is enough to make the vast majority of people in District 11 abandon any idea of violent resistance.

After all, the Holy Britannian Empire was too powerful. District 11 did not have the size of the Federation and the EU. Such a disparate confrontation was almost a death sentence, with no possibility of victory in sight. Not everyone would have the courage to abandon their family and career to risk their life unless they were forced to the brink of death.

Aside from die-hards and those burdened with deep-seated hatred...

"Hereinafter, the oath is made. I, Vera vo Britannia, hereby appoint you, Suzaku Kururugi, as Captain Acting Area 11 Special Task Force and Knight Commander of the Armored Knights."

After saying this, Vera sheathed her ceremonial sword at her waist, gave a slight nod to Suzaku Kururugi to rise, and reached behind her. Her personal guards then presented her with the prepared captain's insignia and the knight's rank insignia, along with the medals and ornaments of a knight commander.

Vera put them on one by one.

She's not Euphemia; she may have him, but she has no interest in making him her guardian knight.

She bestowed upon him only a regular knightly title, granting him citizenship rights equivalent to those of a Britannia citizen, and officially endorsing his qualifications to drive Knightmare armored cavalry and corresponding command authority.

Oh, it's inevitable that there will be obvious elements of a feudal relationship and personal dependence involved. The files of Suzaku Kururugi after him will begin by mentioning that he was discovered and promoted by the Third Princess.

"Captain Kururugi, you have proven your loyalty, and I look forward to your future performance."

Vera, who thought it was just a minor hobby of stamp collecting and was unaware of the vengeful black prince's current rage, encouraged him, "After the East Prussian Campaign, go to the Saint Petersburg Military Academy for further studies."

"Your physical skills are good, but your academic performance is a major weakness, which does not meet the requirements for officer promotion."

Vera reviewed Suzaku's various assessment data.

Well, due to the war of Far East Conquest War, his primary school education had to be interrupted. When the country was rebuilt after the war, he chose to join the army around the age of middle school. Now, with the help of a benefactor, he finally enrolled in the Ashford Academy, but before he even finished one semester, Vera's transfer order dragged him to the Eastern Europe front...

He really doesn't even have a primary school diploma.

Vera isn't the type to force people into positions of power while disregarding the lives of her soldiers. Without command ability and professional knowledge, you're just a high-level thug, a senior sergeant, or at most a captain. If you want to be promoted to major, you should first seriously attend a military academy to understand our army's tactics and be able to coordinate and command. At the very least, attend night school.

Upon hearing this, even someone as muscular and resilient as Suzaku Kururugi couldn't help but feel ashamed and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, saying, "I'm very sorry."

"I don't need your apology. You need to grow and show me your progress."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Vera nodded slightly and waved her hand, her gaze turning to the elite Britannia soldiers of District 11, who were even more excited behind Suzaku Kururugi.

If you're going to put on a show, go all the way.

Suzaku Kururugi is the son of the Prime Minister of a fallen kingdom. He has connections and is suspected of being promoted out of turn. But others, well, should also be treated equally, based on merit, and rewarded for their contributions.

The Far East colonies, with a population of over 100 million, could be significantly aided if they were divided and weakened, if used properly.

"Sekiya, Oda, Sato... come forward and receive your orders."

"Yes Your Highness!"×N.

192

Chapter 192 Impact and Dynamics of All Parties

Blue sky and white clouds.

The honor guards stood at attention.

Solemn steps.

A fluttering flag.

The imperial officers and soldiers, lined up in formation, marched past in a long, continuous procession.

Cheers, commands, footsteps, and the clanging of equipment mingled together, creating a harmonious yet incredibly powerful and majestic sound.

The towering Imperial Guards armored cavalrymen thrust their rifles into the ground, advancing diagonally.

Amidst the clashing of swords, on the red carpet, fierce and valiant warriors, renowned for their courage and bravery, respectfully ascended the steps, knelt on one knee, and offered their loyalty to their lord and commander with fervent devotion.

The elegant and dignified princess stood on the high platform.

Her tall and shapely figure, with a healthy physique full of vitality and strength, has a smooth and sleek outline that doesn't appear bulky. Her unadorned skin is as white as snow, and she has a dignified and delicate face. Her light golden, slightly wavy hair and indigo eyes hold a hidden brilliance, bright as torches, and a sharp and commanding presence.

Between the awarding of honors and the investiture of titles, wherever the sword pointed, the masses roared and Tsunami.

She seemed to have stepped out of a classical oil painting, like the goddess of war and victory.

At least that's true for Britannia's staunch supporters.

As for the rest—

A safe house in a residential area in District 11.

Anger, curses, doubt, suspicion, curiosity, and indifference.

The Black Knights, who were lying in wait licking their wounds, were abuzz with discussion.

"Was that Kururugi just now?"

"It should be the son of the Prime Minister of the fallen country who committed suicide after signing and sealing the surrender document."

"But why would the Prime Minister's son Britannian Army, and so obsequiously at that?"

"Who knows? Maybe they couldn't make it in the industry... But, Guan Gu, Oda, Sato... they probably don't have any connections. Knights and medals, is it real? If it is, should we give it a try..."

"Baka! Shut up!!"

With a 'whoosh,' the chestnut-haired man wearing a turban stood up, kicked over a stool, and shouted angrily, "They're just slaves! What citizens, what knights? They're so vain, selling out their dignity, their companions, their souls! Traitors! Cowards!"

"Yes, it's because there are too many people like this that Japan has become what it is today."

Someone immediately chimed in, "Don't forget that Kaname Ohgi still bedridden, and Toru and Naomi are both dead!"

"Yes, we are sworn enemies with Britannia!"

"Rather than being a lackey, let's fight ZERO and Britannia! At least we can win a few battles. Killing one is worth it, killing two is a bonus!"

The Governor's Mansion in the Tokyo Concession.

"Imperial Sister Vera has achieved victory on the northern front."

"To be precise, it's a phase."

Cornelia, sitting upright behind her desk, withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and said earnestly, "Euphemia, observe and learn more, and stop overthinking."

"Even if you want to reverse the Empire's numbered citizen policy, that's a matter for the future. I admit that the Empire's numbered citizen policy has some hidden dangers, but for now, please prioritize completing your studies, Vice Governor."

Cornelia, being a sister-complex at heart, couldn't bring herself to send her sister back to the mainland despite Euphemia's desperate pleas and assurances.

She still decided to keep him by her side and teach him.

If all else fails, District 11 isn't far from the Siberian Governor-Generalship. Sending her to Vera, whose territory is so vast, and requiring her to write an investigation report for each city she visits, would be enough to help Euphemia relax. Consider it a study tour.

"Um."

Nodding like a chick pecking at rice, Euphemia stared intently at her Imperial Sister Vera, who calmly commanded thousands of troops on the live broadcast screen.

Every word, every movement, and every glance from him commanded the utmost respect, even from the most arrogant and unruly victorious armies.

In stark contrast to her predicament when dealing with trivial matters like the opening and closing of an art museum on behalf of Imperial Sister Cornelia the "Tohdoh Rescue Incident, how would Imperial Sister Vera have fared when Imperial Sister first encountered domestic affairs?

If I sit here, would the media and reporters dare to ask or say anything inappropriate?

However, Suzaku- kun has taken another step closer to his dream.

Although she valued Suzaku Kururugi highly, and was the first person she met, after a heart-to-heart talk she almost decided to make him one of her trusted confidants, Euphemia was still genuinely happy for the achievements Suzaku had made under Imperial Sister Vera's command.

They didn't care about the so-called "hijacking".

Hopefully, Euphemia will improve.

Cornelia thought as she watched her silly little sister clasp her hands together in prayer.

Then, her gaze sharpened, and she looked solemnly at the large screen.

Unlike Euphemia's superficial observation, Cornelia was seeing the bigger picture.

There were no spotless new dress uniforms; they were all combat uniforms, most of which were worn, stained with dust and blood, and not clean at all. In fact, they were so dirty that they looked rather slovenly.

The tactical quick-release buckles and pockets of the bulletproof armor were filled with various odds and ends, mostly grenades and ammunition magazines. Some daggers were slung at the waist, while others were tucked into the shoulder sheaths. Everything was done in whatever way was convenient. With each powerful stride, even the clinking of the odds and ends was rhythmic.

Undoubtedly, these soldiers were seasoned veterans who had come down from the front lines to head to the next battlefield.

This is a display of muscle, a show of majesty, and a celebration of yet another victory.

And has that old maid, Nonette, finally made a choice?

Cornelia frowned as she looked at the dashing female knight behind Vera, who was wearing a purple Knights of the Round's cloak. She could already imagine how the two of them would belittle and belittle her in private.

"Whispering sound!"

Ashford School.

"Hmm, is she... the Third Princess who commands European Britannia and shoulders the heavy responsibility of conquering the EU? She is indeed majestic and heroic."

A woman's poignant voice suddenly echoed in the increasingly tense bedroom of the Lampeluki family, pulling everyone back to their senses.

Without Lelouch's prompting, C. C. picked up the pizza box and skillfully left the bedroom to avoid being seen.

"Not to mention former Governor Clovis, even Governor Cornelia probably can't compare."

"But I don't really like it... It's just like His Majesty the Emperor, making people feel intimidated..."

Following the sound, Lelouch looked up at the orange-haired girl who was walking over while talking to herself and carrying large and small boxes of various nutritious foods.

"Shirley ..."

"Ah, Lelouch, you're injured, so don't move around. This is pigeon soup I made for you. Waaah, Nunnally beat me to it again?"

Just like her warm-toned hair, the girl has the kind of energetic and lively personality that can brighten everyone's mood.

"Hehe, Shirley, as a younger sister, how can I just hand over my injured brother's stomach like that? Although it's all thanks to Sakiko."

The incredibly harmonious conversation Nunnally and Shirley caused Lelouch's eyes, which were filled with hatred, to tremble slightly. They returned to clarity for a moment, then dimmed again, as the guilt that had been buried deep in his heart suddenly surged up once more.

His eyes darted away as he turned his head, his gaze meeting that of Kallen, who was also filled with remorse.

The Mount Narita Defense Battle a month ago...

As the instigators, the two understood each other's shared emotions—deep guilt and sighs, even though the other had already moved on from their grief.

Shirley's father died because Lelouch, in his Zero form, was caught in the landslide caused by Kallen's "Guren Type-02" and was involved in the indiscriminate attack plan he devised.

"And unfortunately, Shirley, it is highly likely that our future emperor will choose one of the four: the third princess, the first prince, the second prince, and possibly the second princess."

With blond, wavy hair, Ashford's student council president walked in with his hands shrugged.

"Oh, Suzaku has officially become a Knightmare Knight, and his rank has broken through the restrictions imposed on numbered citizens in District 11. That's great. If we weren't so far away in Eastern Europe, we should really celebrate."

"Um, excuse me for interrupting."

Following closely behind was Nina, who was rather taciturn. She walked in timidly, carrying several boxes of pastries.

Finally, "Lelouch! Look at the great stuff I found for you!"

Before he arrived, his voice preceded his arrival. The blue-haired rascal darted in, carrying a huge, wide glass bottle in his arms.

"Rival".

For some reason, Lelouch a pang in his heart.

"What's this?"

Pointing to the beverage, which was shimmering with a deep brownish-red liquid and contained what appeared to be some indescribable convex sediment, he forced himself to ask.