Right and Wrong, Good and Evil

Among them were many 'kings', but regardless of which contractor they were, they were all ultimately devoured by Geass, who, in their madness, captured the witch and subjected her to unimaginable cruelty.

She was once captured by the church and sent to the stake as a witch, where she was engulfed in flames.

He was also wounded and scarred in the war.

From initially hoping for the king, to pitying him, and then to utterly despising him, deeply hating him, and sincerely mocking him...

In the end, it didn't matter anymore.

It doesn't matter who I sign the contract with, as long as it allows me to die and escape this curse.

This is the essence of a witch's life.

In this long memory, he witnessed the birth and fall of countless heroes, up to the rise of the Britannia Empire, and the memories of his time in the Aries Palace.

It felt as if I had accompanied CC on this thousand-year journey, sharing the same feelings.

But in reality, these memories only last for a fleeting moment.

It only lasted a few minutes.

CC has fully recovered.

Her small hands gripped the blanket tightly, her delicate body shrinking back. The strength she usually wore as a disguise was gone; now she looked like a fragile young girl.

"What... did you see?"

"Everything, all of you."

Mahiro, without hiding anything.

"The original you, the you who made a contract with the nun, the you cursed by the code, the you who abandoned your name to become CC, and... the you as Chris."

"..."

Upon hearing the word he suddenly uttered, CC's pupils contracted, and her delicate body trembled, as if she had encountered the reality she least wanted to face.

Although that word was just an abbreviation, there was no doubt that it was the name she once had.

The name you had when you were a human being.

However, her body quickly relaxed again.

"Isn't this name quite nice? Why abandon it?"

"Hmph, what a despicable man. Has he stooped so low as to spy on other people's secrets?"

CC wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, trying to regain her usual composure, but the sadness on her face was completely uncontrollable.

I'm sorry.

"...?!"

CC looked up in surprise at the man in front of her, her cherry lips trembling slightly as she asked, "... What... did you say?"

I said I was sorry.

"..."

She was surprised.

She wondered if she had misheard. This arrogant man had actually apologized to her?

"You heard me right. I'm so sorry. Although it was an accident, I did indeed peek into your memories and steal your life. I truly felt your joys and sorrows, your anger, your sadness, everything about you."

Perhaps influenced by his memories, when he said these words, his eyes couldn't help but reveal pity as he looked at CC.

A thousand years of wandering alone.

Moreover, she was demonized by the world as a witch who brought disaster.

If it were him, he probably would have wanted to destroy everything long ago, but CC didn't do that; he just silently licked his wounds alone.

Even if the body is left without any physical scars, healing the wounds in one's heart is a long process.

It was so long that she had become completely numb.

CC read a lot from his eyes, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. She clutched the only blanket that could bring her warmth and wept silently.

"Why... why do you look like that... don't do that... I don't need that cheap pity... Anyway, for me... for me... I've forgotten everything... everything... everything from then until now, even my name now, I've forgotten it all."

Her trembling hand gently touched the wound on her chest, the greatest sorrow of her life, and the starting point of everything.

"I am just a... witch who has forgotten everything... a snowflake who has forgotten the past, nothing more."

Crystalline tears, like broken pearls, slid down CC's fair cheeks and gradually spread across the sheets. She gently tilted her head back against the headboard, completely abandoning her pretense, and couldn't help but sob.

They curled up, as if trying to hide in a corner and not let anyone find them.

Is that really the case?

That's how it is...

"In that case, do you remember what I said at the top of the Narita Mountain Range?"

"..."

CC blinked, her eyelashes still glistening with tears.

"I said, [even if the snow forgets its color and reverts to pure white, I will definitely dye it with my own color], and I wasn't joking, I was serious. And... there's something else I want to tell you--"

Thank you.

Although it was clumsy to the point of being somewhat endearing, I still want to thank you for standing in front of me and shielding me from Lancelot's attack.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, every word Mahiro said brought tears to CC's eyes.

She sobbed, whimpered, and trembled, as if she didn't want Mahiro see her in this vulnerable state. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her slender fingers, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the tears that flowed like pearls.

"That's... unfair... This is the first time I've ever been thanked..."

Even with tears streaming down her face, she was still smiling, like an innocent child who knew nothing, as if she had found happiness and was about to ascend to heaven.

In the past, she endured countless hardships because of CODE and Geass.

Those who hated and loathed her seized her and cruelly tortured her, as if this could alleviate their own suffering.

Those who are infatuated with her and obsessed with her capture and imprison her, as if facing her, who is unaffected by Geass, can make them forget their madness.

But I've never heard any words of thanks.

Even the nun who raised her and transferred the curse of immortality to her.

At the last moment, what I saw was the nun completely insane, her face contorted into a grotesque grimace, a mixture of mockery and relief on her face.

Therefore, even such a small word of thanks was enough to warm her cold and broken heart.

"Could you give me a return gift?"

The happy girl, crying and laughing at the same time, asked this softly.

She tilted her head, and an unprecedented tenderness appeared in her amber eyes.

"What do you want? Something too outrageous is beyond my capabilities, like killing you right now."

Mahiro said.

CC shook her head and said:

"That kind of thing... we'll talk about it later. If you can, could you call me that name one more time... like you did before... just once, sincerely, gently, with care, and with heartfelt meaning... even just a short name would be fine."

"You have quite a lot of demands."

Mahiro shook his head helplessly, scratching his hair as if in great distress.

After a moment, he raised his head again to meet her gaze, and softly uttered her name in a tone filled with all his tenderness and affection.

"Chris."

He didn't know the origin of the name, and CC's memory of it was also vague; he only knew that the nun called CC that.

A name that carries the meaning of Mass.

"No, absolutely not. It's not honest or considerate enough, and the pronunciation is strange too."

"Tsk, you've actually picked one? You're not cute at all, just full of capriciousness."

"Hehe, being willful is of course possible, because, well, CC..."

The girl chuckled softly.

"However, I felt it... that tenderness, I felt it... so, as a return gift..."

As they were talking, CC suddenly loosened her grip on the blanket and sat up in bed.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she leaned her delicate face over and kissed his lips without hesitation.

Even if the blanket were completely removed from her body, exposing her snow-white, smooth skin to the air, she didn't care at all.

Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as if she wanted to merge her body into his.

Enjoying to the fullest the hard-won warmth.

At that moment, CC felt as if she had found what she had been missing until now...

The great battle of the Narita Mountain Range has ended.

At the cost of losing half of the Britannia army and the complete collapse of the Japanese Liberation Front, the Black Knights and the Shadow Garden achieved their formidable reputation.

Both organizations became thoroughly famous overseas.

After the collapse of the Japanese Liberation Front, some of the escapees chose to join the Black Knights, while others were either on the run or had already been captured.

However, in the days that followed, both the Black Knights and Britannia chose to recuperate.

Although the Black Knights won this desperate battle, the cost was high. Most of the former Red Moon Resistance Army members were lost, and many new recruits also died.

Even though Lelouch didn't care about it, he chose to remain silent in order to appease people.

As for Britannia, they were compiling a list of the fallen.

Despite prior evacuation efforts, many innocent people were swept away by the landslide, in addition to the soldiers who fought on the front lines...

Chapter 278 Right and Wrong, True and False (5.1K)

That wasn't anything special.

The sky was tinged with gray, and people gathered under the dark clouds, their expressions solemn and the atmosphere dignified.

"He was a devout believer in God, a close friend of ours, a devoted husband to his wife, and a wonderful father to his children. May the Lord grant him a peaceful rest..."

The priest stood in front of the newly dug grave, which had not yet been filled with soil, and prayed. People around him picked up shovels and scooped up loose soil to fill the dug pit.

Dark brown soil, accompanied by sorrow and mourning, gradually covered the coffin lid.

This scene has been repeated countless times in the past few days.

All of this was caused by the landslide that ZERO triggered in the Narita Mountain Range just two weeks ago.

Both soldiers and terrorists perished in the mudslide.

In addition, the city at the foot of the mountain, along with its civilian facilities, houses, and people who were unable to escape and evacuate, were all buried.

To say that this is a misfortune for one party would be a capricious statement.

After all, Britannia had done the same thing before.

Therefore, everyone understands that this cycle of sadness and hatred is part of the world we live in.

However, in that case, we should at least show a smile to the departed.

If this world is full of hatred and sorrow, then at least we hope that those who have been freed from this world can find peace and redemption.

That is the true meaning of prayer... and that is the wish of the living.

"No, stop!"

Just then, a woman rushed out of the crowd despite being stopped.

She was a woman with brown hair, dressed in simple black clothes. Her sad face made her look very pitiful, and her pale skin and mournful aura exuded an atmosphere that evoked sympathy.

"Please don't do this! Please..."

The woman used her hands to brush away the mud from the coffin.