A Cold-Hearted Person (5.5K) (Continued)

Shirley and Rivalz noticed that Lelouch seemed a bit unsettled, and they couldn't help but ask him questions.

"Ah... it's nothing, it's just that I feel it's a bit too much of an honor for the Governor to take time out of his busy schedule to watch our school's festival, right, President Milly?"

"That's right, Vice President Lelouch is right! So we must make this school festival a success! I heard that the Knights of the Rounds are also coming, so we need to make it in the style of our private Ashford Academy!"

Milly was like she was on steroids, covering for Lelouch.

After all, Shirley and Rivalz were unaware of Lelouch's identity as a prince, but she was very clear about it.

The arrival of the two governors is most likely for Lelouch and Nunnally.

Thinking of this, Milly's gaze gradually fell on Yotsuba Mahiro, her eyes carrying a somewhat inexplicable meaning, as if she wanted to convey something through her gaze and her words just now.

So much so that Milly completely failed to notice the fleeting look of panic in Lelouch's eyes after she mentioned the Knights of the Rounds.

"However, I remember that Mahiro was once a royal tutor, right? I feel that Her Highness Cornelia and Euphemia might even be here to visit you."

Lelouch suddenly shifted the topic back to Mahiro.

In Shirley and Rivalz's eyes, this possibility was indeed higher than that of someone who specifically came to attend the Ashford School Festival.

To this, Mahiro simply replied with an "oh" and offered no further response.

Because, no matter what Cornelia wants to do, the one who should be worried won't be him, but only Lelouch.

Today, the sky over Area 11 is cloudless and clear, making Ashford Academy, a private school located in the Tokyo Settlement, seem to be celebrating its centennial.

The main entrance was wide open, and a large number of reporters had gathered around it, making it almost impossible to pass through.

It was as if they were waiting for the arrival of some important person.

However, the person who came was indeed a big shot, because it was none other than the two governors of Area 11, Cornelia and Euphemia.

As soon as the two got out of the car, they were blocked by a large number of reporters. The accompanying knights and officers kept these enthusiastic reporters out, clearing a clear path for the two.

The sharp, high heels clattered on the tiled floor, creating a crisp sound.

Cornelia, as always, was dressed in military attire, draped in a royal cloak, exuding boundless majesty.

Her long, vibrant purple hair and cherry-red lips painted purple made her look as alluring as a witch.

Euphemia, however, is completely different from her witch sister, and is as pure as a girl next door.

Wearing Mia- style long dress, her beautiful pink hair was hidden by a large sun hat, her delicate and pretty face was tucked away in the shade of the hat, and a gentle smile with the excitement of a little girl always graced her lips.

The two sisters present a strikingly different contrast.

But their steps were in unison, gracefully and elegantly traversing the red carpet leading to the Ashford Academy. However, for some reason, Euphemia li Britannia felt inexplicably nervous.

She kept glancing at her elder sister out of the corner of her eye.

Cornelia, however, strode forward with an air of confidence and without pausing for a moment.

"Welcome, Your Highnesses."

Mahiro, representing Ashford, stood at the academy gate with the Student Council members, dressed in formal attire, bowing slightly with impeccable aristocratic manners to welcome the two princesses from Britannia.

His face was gentle, with a charming smile, showing no trace of his usual laziness and frivolity.

He was like a gentleman whose words and actions were perfect.

Even so, this gentleman had one shortcoming: he did not perform the royal ritual of kissing the hands of either of the princesses.

Given his status, it was perfectly reasonable for him to perform such rituals for the princess.

But not doing it would seem a little strange.

However, neither Cornelia nor Euphemia cared about this.

"Long time no see, it's been so long since I last greeted you, Mahiro, teacher."

Euphemia gently lifted the sides of her skirt and bowed slightly.

The reporters who had been blocked outside the gate immediately erupted in excitement.

What did they see?

Her Highness Euphemia Li Britannia, the Third Princess of Britannia, bowed to a teacher at the private Ashford Academy.

Who exactly is this person?!

This topic instantly sparked heated discussion. They were eager to go up and conduct an interview, but unfortunately, the school gates were tightly closed and heavily guarded.

They couldn't get in at all.

This was done for the safety of the two princesses; although it was an open day like the school festival, all outsiders were strictly prohibited from entering.

However, the event itself will remain unchanged; it will proceed as planned...

Click!

Just then, a flash of light came into view from the corner of my eye.

"Record."

Immediately afterwards, a calm, completely still voice entered my ears.

Turning my head, I saw a petite girl standing there with her short pink hair tied up high. Although she was wearing a pink cloak over her seemingly frail body, the clothes she wore under the cloak were still quite daring.

A pair of ivory-slim, straight thighs were revealed beneath the short, pure white skirt.

However, despite her provocative attire, her still somewhat immature face was filled with an utterly calm demeanor.

He took a picture of him without thinking, and then started doing something on his phone.

After doing all this, she finally looked away from her phone screen and focused her gaze back on him.

"Mahiro you. I am Anya Alstreim Britannia, the sixth Knights of the Rounds. I am quite interested in you."

As expected, just like I remember, she's a emotionless girl somewhere between a teenage girl and a loli.

With just a glance, Mahiro could tell that two souls resided within her frail body.

The late Marianne is hidden on her body.

Only...

"Oh ho, they even know my name. I never expected that someone as unknown as me could attract the attention of the Knights of the Rounds."

Although Mahiro's words were polite, they were somewhat sarcastic.

"I just did a little investigation, and I didn't mean any offense," Anya Alstreim explained expressionlessly.

Those who know her well would be very surprised.

She, who is usually quiet and reserved, like a doll, actually explained such a trivial matter.

Even Anya Alstreim herself was slightly surprised.

"Come on, today is a rare and fun day, don't get so angry."

Just then, a hearty laugh, as if from an old friend, broke into their conversation.

Turning my head, I saw a blond man standing there dressed as casually as someone on a Hawaiian beach, with sunglasses perched on his forehead, looking like a vacationer.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Gino Weinberg Beinberg. If you don't mind, you can call me Gino Weinberg. Your Excellency, the Royal Tutor, Mahiro."

Another Knights of the Rounds.

The good news is that it seems only these two Knights of the Rounds accompanied the two princesses to the academy.

The bad news is, these two Knights of the Rounds came together...

It doesn't seem like bad news.

"Welcome to the school festival of the Ashford Academy, but please refrain from using titles like 'Royal Teacher' or anything like that. That's all in the past. I'm just an ordinary teacher at the Ashford Academy now."

Mahiro a few simple pleasantries with the two knights.

But the next second, Cornelia, who hadn't said a word, suddenly took a step forward towards him.

Mahiro noticed this and shifted his gaze, knowing that Cornelia was about to speak.

"Haven't seen you for a long time..."

This was Cornelia's first sentence.

The second sentence, however, surprised everyone, even Euphemia.

"You owe me an explanation, Mahiro."

The room fell silent immediately upon hearing this.

Anyone could see that Cornelia's cold and beautiful face seemed to be suppressing anger.

"Master Mahiro... My elder sister..."

It's fair to say that, apart from Euphemia, no one knew why Cornelia asked that question.

Meanwhile, Mahiro pretended to be clueless and smiled slightly:

"I wonder which matter Your Highness, Second Princess Cornelia, is referring to? Is it my abrupt departure years ago? Or is it my relinquishing of the title of Royal Tutor?"

Stop pretending!

Cornelia suddenly stepped forward and, before the knights beside her could react, grabbed Mahiro's collar, closing the distance between them while her sharp eyes were fixed on him.

The two were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath. If Mahiro leaned forward just a few centimeters, he could taste Cornelia's tempting, luscious lips.

"I need to know everything!" Cornelia said again.

Lately, she has been suppressing her anger, and her days have been filled with frustration.

It wasn't because of that Refrain contraband, nor because of the EU front, and certainly not because of that damned Black Knights!

None of that mattered to her anymore.

What she cared about and couldn't understand was whether the person who appeared by Lake Kawaguchi, who killed and captured the Knights of the Rounds and called himself the Shadow, was Yotsuba Mahiro!

And what about Clovis's death? Was he involved?

If it's okay, that would be the best, and it's what she's always hoped for.

But if there is a connection, then...

So, she hadn't really figured out what to do.

"Elder sister, please release Master Mahiro first. We... we can talk things out slowly."

Euphemia li Britannia anxiously tried to dissuade him.

It could be said that of everyone present, no one wanted Cornelia and Yotsuba Mahiro clash more than she did.

On one side was her most beloved elder sister, and on the other side was her most respected teacher.

If a conflict does arise, whom should she help?

"Alright, Euphemia li Britannia, it's alright. This is just a small matter between your sister and me. Since you've finally managed to get out of town, just enjoy yourself at the academy and savor this rare festival."

It wasn't Cornelia who spoke, but Mahiro.

Even with Cornelia grabbing his collar, he calmly comforted the worried Euphemia.

And then he turned to Milly and said:

"I'm sorry, Milly, but this royal lady and I need to resolve a small matter. So, I'd like to ask you to take Princess Euphemia and her accompanying Knights of the Rounds to the school festival venue for a stroll."

"Uh... okay, no problem."

Milly nodded and took it, whispering a reminder, "Be careful, teacher."

In her eyes, Cornelia was a terrifying, iron-blooded female warrior, the kind of person she wasn't good at getting along with, and also a very scary person.

Given this Valkyrie's temper, she might Mahiro kill Mahiro on the spot...

"Look at you, after all these years, you've become a monster in other people's eyes."

After Milly and the others left, Mahiro smiled at Cornelia and teased her with this remark.

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my question!"

Cornelia continued to glare at Mahiro, her stern tone and manner unchanged.

For this conversation, she even sent Guilford away, not allowing him to follow, just to get an answer from Yotsuba Mahiro.

"Alright, alright, I know. All you want is an answer, right? I don't mind telling you, but could you please let me go first? Do you really think this position is elegant?"