Kaguya and Nunnally (Continued)

Mahiro shook his head and explained.

Although using violence to solve problems has negative consequences, violence is always the best way to resolve issues.

Even if you can't solve the problem, you can still deal with the person who raised it.

"Fine, do whatever you want."

CC rolled over as if she had lost interest in the topic, her long, straight, and fair legs swinging on the bed.

"Speaking of which, how are we going to sleep? This bed probably can't fit three people, right?"

Upon hearing the question, Mahiro raised an eyebrow in surprise.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but CC seemed unusual today, as if she was always looking for topics to talk about.

She would never have cared about these things before.

But Mahiro still explained:

"There's definitely not enough room. You two can have the bed; I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Eh? Does my husband want to sleep on the sofa?"

Kaguya Sumeragi blinked in surprise, "If we squeeze in, I think we could sleep here..."

"Never mind."

Mahiro interrupted, "I'm not some saint. If we sleep together, you two will be the ones who suffer, and I don't have that many sheets to change."

CC perfectly proves this point.

Kaguya Sumeragi: "???"

The inexperienced young girl clearly couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

However, since this was an order from her husband, she naturally had no way to refute or disobey it and could only accept it calmly.

It was late at Yotsuba Miya.

Kaguya Sumeragi lay down and fell asleep in the spot that was rightfully his.

But in the darkness, CC suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at the girl beside her and found her fast asleep. She then quietly lifted the sheet, gently placed Cheese-kun on the bed, and, with long, slender legs, groped her way through the darkness with silent steps.

Gradually, I arrived at the sofa.

Mahiro was sleeping with his eyes closed when CC rolled over and landed on top of Mahiro, supporting himself with his hands beside his head. Mahiro, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and found CC staring at him coldly and mercilessly with those amber eyes.

This scene, if the genders were reversed, would evoke all sorts of fantasies, but it's just as good as it is done by CC.

At least that's what Mahiro thinks.

"What's wrong, Lady Witch? Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Are you sexually frustrated?" he said with a teasing smile.

If it were in the past, this witch would definitely have rolled her eyes at him.

But this time, she stared at him with a deep, unsettling gaze.

"Okay, okay, you seem to have something on your mind?"

This time, CC reacted and nodded slightly.

"Then let me guess... I guess it's about Geass Contractors?"

CC's brow twitched slightly, almost unnaturally.

"Moreover, it shouldn't be a current contractor, but someone from the past... It should be someone named Mao, right?"

How did you know...?

He had never seen such a surprised expression on CC's face before.

However, Mahiro pointed to his own head.

"I've read your memories, have you forgotten?"

CC: "..."

What a man with a twisted sense of humor.

But in reality, even without reading her memories Mahiro already knew.

As for how CC knew that...

In fact, she did not have direct contact with Mao. It was just a feeling, a feeling between the CODE and the Geass contractor. She sensed that Mao had set foot on this land and come here in search of her.

However, its exact location remains unknown.

However, it was only a matter of time before he came looking for me, given his abilities.

"Mao's Geass ability is mind reading. What do you plan to do about it?"

CC stared at him with a deep, melancholic gaze, seemingly hoping to get an answer from him.

But Mahiro curled the corners of his mouth and asked in return:

"You shouldn't be asking me what to do, should you? The question should be, what do you plan to do, you soft-hearted witch?"

CC: "..."

The witch fell silent once more.

CC met that child about ten years ago.

After the rampage of Mahiro 'Rewriting Eye subsided and she left the Britannia Palace, C. C. set off for the EU. However, she did not stay in the EU for long before embarking on another journey, arriving in the Chinese Federation.

At that time, she still retained her witchly nature, searching everywhere for someone with Geass abilities who could possibly grant her wishes.

In a dirty, rainy street corner, wrapped in discarded newspapers, with no one around, the child shivered from the cold and hunger.

She could see his talent at a glance; in terms of pure ability, he was no less talented than Lelouch.

Even over the long years, this child remains a prominent figure.

And that child's Geass is also an extremely special existence—

Mind reading.

However, if we were to categorize it accurately, it's less about mind reading and more about perception; he can read the thoughts of everyone living in this world, and he does so indiscriminately.

If there was anyone he couldn't understand, it was CC, so CC was the most special person to Mao.

"And then you lived with Mao all this time?"

Perhaps she was already tired, CC had somehow gotten up and lay down next to him, squeezing onto the small sofa.

Mahiro, meanwhile, was enjoying the warmth and softness of the witch nestled in his arms, but asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Are you jealous, kid?

CC glanced at him with her amber eyes and uttered the same sarcastic words as always, but if you looked closely, you could see a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Tch, do you think I'd be jealous over something like this? You're just playing a motherly role, aren't you?"

"That's really not being frank."

CC's eyes were full of amusement.

It seemed like a rational explanation, but after so much time together, she knew this man's temperament very well, and this was a sign of jealousy.

To be honest, this feeling was quite novel to her.

It wasn't because of the influence of their own Geass that they were jealous of each other; it was just because of some trivial matter.

"Okay, I've made up my mind."

"Um?"

Hearing Mahiro suddenly speak, CC immediately snapped out of her daze.

"I've made up my mind. If that guy doesn't come, I won't do anything to him. But if he dares to show up in front of me, or near anyone around me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

The range of mind reading is only 500 meters. If it were Lelouch, Mao's ability would indeed be very troublesome.

But for Mahiro, it was nothing more than delivering food.

His magic can be cast over a hundred kilometers at its furthest range.

Although there may be some deviations, it is possible to use a tactic that covers a wide area with firepower.

In other words, if anyone provokes him, it won't matter if they run to the ends of the earth.

Seeing his seriousness, CC couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a look of reminiscence gradually appearing in her eyes, as if she had returned to several years ago—

If someone harbors a secret they absolutely refuse to reveal, would knowing that secret allow one to easily control that person?

If someone hates another person so much that they want to kill them, and if their thoughts were understood, even a trivial word could be enough to motivate them to commit the crime.

If someone has an unusual fetish, and if we could understand that fetish, wouldn't it be possible to design a simple trap to compel them to take action and fulfill that fetish?

Mao was someone who could spy on others' secrets and acted in extreme ways.

"That old man, he deserves to die."

The young boy, still quite young, uttered these worrying words with a smile.

"He already has a wife, but every time he sees CC, he thinks lewd things. He looks at my CC..."

So, Mao killed him—no, it should be said that Mao forced him to his death.

His wife killed him. In fact, she had wanted to do it for a long time, and Mao only needed to give her a little encouragement before she did it.

Then, the woman became frightened, and Mao gave her a little encouragement, so she committed suicide.

However, this is only the beginning.

Mao did even more extreme things for the CC Clique, from killing a few people at the beginning to turning an entire town into a dead town.

Arson, murder, rape, robbery...

Mao used his power to lure out the darkest side of people's hearts.

Although CC didn't care about these things, after all, she was a witch. Over the past thousand years, she had formed countless contracts with all sorts of people.

How many people indirectly died because of her?

Tens of thousands?

Hundreds of thousands?

Or millions?

CC can't remember anymore, she only knows there were a lot.

CC often thought to herself, "I'm such an evil witch. If there really is a hell, I'd probably be its first visitor."

However, even as a witch, she gets tired one day.

So she left Mao.

As a disqualified contractor, he should have left the stage, but the witch at that time had a soft heart and spared Mao's life.

But unexpectedly, it was precisely this soft-heartedness that led Mao to follow in his footsteps and set foot on this ominous land.

Mao, you'd better not come over.

Otherwise, you might end up provoking the most dangerous Demon King ever...

Or is doing it yourself the best option?

"Ugh..."

Just then, CC, lost in thought, suddenly raised her snow-white neck, her whole body unconsciously arching.

"Stop, stop, you brat! That little girl is still here!"

"What does it matter? Just keep your voice down."

"... I knew it! You really are a cowardly brat!"

Her stubborn voice mingled with seductive moans; her lips uttered words of refusal, but her body betrayed her.

Her soft, delicate body trembled slightly, and her hot breath pattered against her neck, causing even the witch's calm heart to gradually waver.

To stop herself from making indecent noises, CC even proactively covered her mouth.

Little did anyone know that on the Natsuki bed, the petite body, its breathing steady, was flushed crimson.