Leave a Mark First (5.1K) (Continued)

Having said that, he grabbed Monica and instantly refined her!

Slurp... slurp... glug... slurp... slurp...

As compensation, Yotsuba Mahiro personally cooked a bowl of noodles for Monica.

The noodles were delicious.

The rich, milky-white broth slid down her esophagus, filling her stomach and warming her up.

As if still wanting more, a drop of thick soup remained on the corner of their mouth at the very end.

After watching Monica finish her meal, he left the room satisfied.

However, as soon as he left the room, he ran into CC in the hallway. She seemed to be waiting for him there on purpose.

She leaned against the corridor wall with her arms crossed, still wearing a long black dress.

Her long, black hair cascaded down to her slender waist.

Her figure was graceful and charming, exuding a noble and alluring aura, and subtly revealing a queen-like presence.

But a hint of mockery lingered at the corners of that exquisitely beautiful face.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"How is that possible?"

Yotsuba Mahiro shrugged, his tone light and calm. "I just did a little experiment."

"Oh~"

As if deliberately drawing out the syllable, CC's gaze swept over him, finally settling near his belt, as if something there was attracting her attention.

What are you going to do?

That look made Yotsuba Mahiro's scalp tingle, and she subtly took two steps back.

"Oh."

CC chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a hint of mockery that infuriated the person.

"It's alright. After all, you've been bedridden for a whole year. It's only natural to have some pent-up anger, especially a perverted brat like you."

She even emphasized the last few words.

Now I understand, this woman is jealous.

Understanding the implication, Mahiro couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smile, "How about we continue? My temper hasn't completely subsided yet."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and tried to grab CC's wrist, but CC dodged him.

"Don't give me that, I'm not your toy."

CC rolled her eyes at him slightly, then changed the subject, "So what are you planning to do with that little girl? Are you just going to keep her here like a toy?"

"How could that be? Everything that needed to be done has been done. Now it's time to send her back to Britannia."

Yotsuba Mahiro spoke frankly, but CC didn't understand what he meant, nor did she understand what he was trying to do.

Based on her observations and the stories she learned from Alpha, Yotsuba Mahiro is a very petty person, basically the kind who holds grudges and seeks revenge.

Most people who resort to violence like Monica are already dead, or at least badly injured.

It seems somewhat unreal to say so casually that they're letting the other party leave.

Could it be that this guy changed his personality during his coma?

CC scrutinized his face, but couldn't discern anything amiss.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Secret."

Mahiro raised a finger and said mysteriously.

If Alpha were there, he would probably immediately understand the meaning behind the smile on his face.

How could he possibly tell CC that he had planted a seed of rebellion within Monica's mind, so that she would turn against Britannia when the time was right?

If I tell them, wouldn't the surprise be ruined?

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then."

CC tossed her long hair, turned around, and left without any intention of lingering.

Yotsuba Mahiro to care, just smiled and turned to walk towards the room next to Monica's.

Anya Alstreim is being held there.

Like Monica, she was well-fed and well-clothed, and occasionally Ita would pull her over to do some experiments.

Unlike Monica, Anya Alstreim showed no panic when she saw him again; instead, she exuded a faint melancholy aura.

His delicate face still had the same blank expression as always, and she even took out her phone to take a picture of him.

What are you doing?

"Record."

Perhaps feeling she hadn't said enough, Anya Alstreim continued, "Because I have no memories of the past, and occasionally my memories are lost, I developed the habit of keeping records."

It's unclear whether she was saying this to herself or to the person in front of her.

However, her tone was very calm, as if she were talking about someone else.

Seeing this, Yotsuba Mahiro narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly remembered that the little girl in front of him was Anya Alstreim Alstorlem, the youngest Knights of the Rounds, whose memories had been blocked by Mary's Geass.

Furthermore, every time Marianne's consciousness surfaced, Anya Alstreim would lose the memory of that period.

How pitiful.

For no apparent reason, he suddenly lost all interest in teasing Anya Alstreim and instead pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her.

"Hey, I'm telling you, if I had a way to restore your memories, would you be willing to come to me?"

"?"

Anya Alstreim looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Don't look at me like that. All you need to do is answer whether you accept or not."

Anya Alstreim: "..."

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then nodded.

"If you can restore my past memories, I'm willing to be your help."

Admittedly, Anya Alstreim cherishes her title and position as a knight, but she cares more about her own memories and her past, rather than being like a container that loses parts of its memories from time to time.

The feeling wasn't like being alive; it was more like being a puppet being manipulated.

However, the moment she agreed, that familiar headache struck again, causing her to instinctively cover her head.

And her aura also changed.

A moment later, Anya Alstreim released her hand from her head, tilting her head back as if nothing had happened. Her pupils glowed with the unique red light of Geass, and she spoke in a lively and flippant tone, a stark contrast to her previous melancholy and silence:

"It's been a long time, teacher!"

"Marianne?"

Mahiro raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? I didn't expect that even after all this, I still couldn't fool you, teacher."

"Ha, I told you long ago, nothing can hide from my eyes."

Mahiro chuckled and added, "Also, don't call me teacher. I'm not worthy of being the teacher of the dignified [Flash] Marianne."

"Really? I studied with the teacher and Miss Alpha for a while too~"

The image depicts Anya Alstreim's Marianne touching her lips with her finger, striking a cute pose.

Why did the old woman pretend to be a virgin?

He really wanted to make this comment.

However, to be fair, Marianne did study with him for a period of time in the Aries Palace, but that was only because of Cornelia's influence.

Because she was the object of Cornelia's pursuit and aspirations, she would always pull Marianne aside to watch during class.

It was around that time that Marianne studied with them for a period of time.

However, during this period of time, he came to understand this woman thoroughly, even better than in the original story.

The fact that this woman suddenly called him "teacher" and tried to get closer to him suggests she had something on her mind.

Thinking of this, Mahiro spoke up again:

"Stop with your little tricks, Marianne. Tell me what you want to do."

His words caused Anya Alstreim's expression to stiffen for a moment, but she quickly recovered and even put on a troubled look.

"Actually, there's nothing special about it. I just hope you can have mercy on this girl and let her go, and not restore her memories."

"What's the reason?"

"Of course, I'll disappear once you regain her memories," Marianne, controlling Anya Alstreim's body to adopt a sullen, girlish expression.

As a contractor of Geass, she knew all too well that restoring memories was equivalent to dispelling Geass, and her Geass ability was to transfer consciousness.

In other words, Anya Alstreim is now the vessel that carries her consciousness and soul.

If Geass is dispelled in such a place, she will die immediately.

But she cannot die yet; her and Charles's wishes are not yet fulfilled, their grand ambition to transform the world is not yet complete!

"Hey, are you really not going to help me and Charles?"

"Help you in what way? Help you kill gods? Help you create a so-called world without lies?"

He slightly raised his eyelids, his tone tinged with mockery.

Perhaps Marianne noticed, or perhaps she heard but didn't care; instead, she continued to gaze at him with that same smiling expression.

"Yes, isn't that great? There are no more lies between people, and everyone treats each other with honesty."

"It is indeed very good."

Mahiro stroked his chin and nodded in agreement.

"However, I refuse."

When Marianne heard him agree, she was initially pleased, as she had finally brought him, the biggest variable, into her camp.

But the second half of her sentence brought her back to square one.

She didn't even understand it.

"Why?"

"It's simple. The world you speak of, free of lies, was bought with the lives of those I love. I don't like it."

"In the end, I'm just a traveler, a passerby. What does it matter to me what happens to your world? Even if it's destroyed right before my eyes, what does it have to do with me?"

Mahiro's tone was relaxed, and he even added a forced smile with various gestures.

But the ruthlessness and coldness in his words were still undeniable.

Marianne's expression turned somewhat unpleasant at his words, even becoming unpredictable, and she could no longer maintain her feigned composure.

But then she quickly remembered something and said with a smile:

"You're right, that kind of world was bought with CC's life, but you should know that death is CC's wish, and the goal of all Geass contractors."

"Hmm, that's very well said. So, are you finished?"

Mahiro nodded in agreement, his words devoid of any joy or sorrow.

His reaction startled Marianne, and she felt a sudden pang of anxiety for no apparent reason.