Witch, Are You Still Planning to Run Away? (5K) (Continued)

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure suddenly burst into the factory.

It is the Knightmare of Britannia.

As Lelouch prepared to begin the tutorial level, he didn't forget to remind him:

"Oh, I forgot to mention, your Geass has limitations. Its effective range is 273 meters, and you need to make eye contact with the target. In other words, if the opponent is hiding inside something like a Knightmare, your ability won't work."

"Thank you, teacher. I'll remember that."

Lelouch turned around, revealing a profile view, and smiled slightly at Mahiro. He then walked up to the mecha and pretended to be a pitiful student.

After confirming Lelouch's identity, Knightmare's cockpit opened.

A scantily clad, voluptuous woman in dark skin descended from above, her long indigo hair tied in a high ponytail.

That was Viletta Nu, a subordinate of Jeremiah Gottwald Goldbald, the leader of the Britannia Pureblood Faction.

However, he was controlled by Lelouch the moment their eyes met.

They obediently handed over the Knightmare key.

"Well then, teacher, I'm off."

"Have a safe trip!"

Mahiro waved to the mecha that was restarting and watched it disappear into the distance.

That look of satisfaction was like admiring the most perfect work of art that one has created with one's own hands.

Only...

"There are still some areas that are not up to standard."

Mahiro lowered his gaze to Viletta Nu, who was still in a daze.

"But it's alright, since I'm your teacher."

With a slight smile, as if talking to herself, a flash of red light appeared in her pupils, and the stunned Viletta Nue was instantly Decomposition to dust, drifting away with the wind.

This woman is indeed very beautiful and alluring.

Unfortunately, he was not interested in the dangerous potential factors stemming from such a strong sense of self-interest.

It's better to just get rid of it; that will save you a lot of trouble.

Not to mention, there's an even more beautiful witch here.

Thinking of this, Mahiro turned around, his gaze slowly moving forward, passing over the useless soldiers' corpses, and finally landing on CC, whose delicate figure came into view once again.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast, Miss Witch."

Many years ago, an accident caused this witch to leave Britannia in haste.

He couldn't help but take a step forward, slowly approaching CC's body, and gently squatted down.

He lifted the long hair from her forehead and carefully examined her forehead, which had recovered completely.

My fingertips gently traced the bright red bird mark on my forehead.

This is the code, and also the secret to CC's immortality.

Unfortunately, Mahiro couldn't sense any strange power from it; it seemed like just an ordinary tattoo.

Then, his hand slowly moved down, stroking CC's sleeping face.

Her skin was smooth and fair, without the roughness often associated with Western women. Instead, it combined the sensuality and allure of Western women with the delicacy and elegance of Eastern women.

"Such a beautiful young girl, how could she have been a slave?"

Mahiro sighed softly, his voice filled with satisfaction.

To be honest, we should really thank the pedantry of those Europe nobles in the past.

It was precisely because of that outdated and conservative mindset that CC, who had once been a slave, escaped the clutches of those aristocratic slave owners because of her low status and 'dirty' identity.

They were treated like cattle or horses.

Otherwise, who knows what this pretty little girl might become?

"But..."

His hand slid down CC's cheek, the back of his hand gently touching her swan-like neck, slowly moving to the collar of her straitjacket.

"This prison uniform is really ugly, let's change into something else."

Muttering to himself, he grabbed the zipper at the collar and slowly pulled it down.

Her delicate collarbones were captivating, and the skin on her chest remained as smooth as jade. As the fabric was pulled down, a magnificent cleavage was revealed, followed by a glimpse of white cloth.

Then, continue downwards.

Her flat, toned abdomen was gradually exposed to the air.

However, he couldn't be pulled any further, because the person wearing the straitjacket grabbed his hand.

At the same time, a cold pistol was pressed against his temple.

"Kid, it's been so long! I didn't expect you'd gone so far as to harass even corpses?"

A light, slightly mocking and flippant voice sounded in my ear.

Unbeknownst to him, the witch, who should have been a corpse, had now awakened, picked up a pistol from the side, pointed it at him, and sat up.

Her amber eyes remained calm as she calmly extended her slender fingers, pinched the zipper, and slowly pulled it up, putting on the previously open straitjacket and concealing her snow-white skin.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in corpses, and since you can come back to life, you can't really be considered a corpse. Ultimately, I just find your prison uniform an eyesore, so I'm going to help you change into something else."

You think I'd believe that?

CC's expression was somewhat amused as she raised her pretty face.

She felt no fear whatsoever in the face of the man who had just utterly Decomposition a woman to dust.

"Whether you believe it or not is your business, it has nothing to do with me. And please stop pointing this broken toy at me, it's really annoying."

Mahiro pulled away the pistol that was pressed against the side of his head.

CC stopped pointing the pitiful weapon at him and casually tossed it aside, where it clattered and fell into the underground passage.

Because what the other person said was true, things like toys like that were indeed useless to him.

But that didn't stop her from complaining.

"You little rascal, you're really troublesome, chasing me all the way from Britannia to here."

CC hugged her legs, picked up a brass-colored bullet casing from the ground, and stared at it as if admiring a masterpiece of art.

"So you knew I'd been looking for you all these years... If that's the case, why have you been hiding from me for so long?"

"Hmph, because I don't want to suffer from you anymore, you brat."

Have I ever tormented you?

Don't you have one?

Upon hearing his answer, CC suddenly turned to look at him, her amber eyes seeming to reveal a hint of anger and resentment.

And there was also a little bit of... fear.

Looking at Yotsuba Mahiro's calm face, she couldn't help but recall a painful memory from the past...

Originally, her relationship with Yotsuba Mahiro wasn't this bad.

Perhaps it was because Yotsuba Mahiro's identity and background were so mysterious that she caught the attention of this witch who had lived for countless years.

As they spent time together, they became the kind of 'friends' who could bicker freely.

But one day, Yotsuba Mahiro suddenly asked her if she could try out the power of Geass.

She was initially unwilling, because that power was filled with ominousness, it was a complete curse.

But CC could also sense that the other person might be of the same kind as herself.

And after Yotsuba Mahiro's repeated insistence, she finally agreed.

But just as she was being granted power, the moment she came into contact with Mahiro, she saw a C's World's.

Desolate.

Destruction.

It was as if every molecule in the air was filled with destruction!

That destructive power could destroy everything if it touched even the slightest bit.

Then, Mahiro went berserk.

She still vividly remembers the words spoken back then, and that disgusting and terrifying laughter still echoes in her ears.

"God, demon, hero, monster—call me whatever you want."

"The origin (α) is destruction; I create nothing, bestow no favor, and offer no redemption."

"For destruction only, to return to pure white."

"Destroy! Perish! Collapse! Shatter!"

Then, in that instant, she was killed.

But it wasn't completely killed.

Because of her spirit, her body is connected to the C's World.

To completely destroy her, one must seize the CODE, but that requires awakening the power of Geass.

Another method is to destroy C's World along with it.

That's the weight of a world.

It's simply impossible for Yotsuba Mahiro to do that with his own power.

Therefore, she was killed 137,232 times.

It was like an endless torment from hell.

Her mental state was on the verge of collapse.

Her body was completely numb.

They didn't even know how it finally stopped.

When she regained consciousness, Yotsuba Mahiro had returned to normal.

It was then that she learned from Yotsuba Mahiro what that strange thing really was.

The "Rewriting Eye," or the "Alpha Stigma," or even the eye of a deity.

To be more specific, it means--

"The solver of the complete formula" and "the creator of the complete formula".

It can analyze all kinds of magic, physical skills, and even objects, and then recreate them.

However, even now, Mahiro is still unable to fully control this power.

Or rather, it was only after being exposed to C's World that he awakened and went berserk.

Out of fear, she ran away.

They fled from the Aries Palace, from Britannia.

Just to get away from this horrible man.

Unexpectedly, we've been caught up again.

"So, how many times do you plan to kill me this time? A million times? Or ten million times?"

CC rested her head on her lap, a playful smile playing on her lips.

Despite her lighthearted words, her body language revealed that she was still afraid of Mahiro.

"Don't portray me like a serial killer, okay? I already said it was just an accident."

Mahiro her eyes at the witch and muttered, "Rather than saying you've created a huge scandal the moment you showed up, you've personally created a demon god."

"Heh, you mean Lelouch?"

"Is there anyone else besides him? He's a lurking beast, now that he's gained power, he's preparing to take revenge on Britannia. The whole world might be destroyed by that black prince."