"I am Ask Vi Britannia, Emperor of Britannia."
The moment the call connected, he introduced himself in simple, direct terms.
He was not merely establishing his identity, but also indirectly reminding the other party to mind her own position and attitude.
Shamna caught the implication, but she had no intention of backing down. In a low voice, she demanded:
"What exactly are you after? Do international opinion and trust mean nothing to you? Don't forget, you were the one who established the current system of peace-"
"After your Geass resets, bring Nunnally to Britannia and meet me in person."
Beep!
The abrupt command cut off Shamna's questioning. The instant he finished speaking, he hung up, giving her no time to react.
Arrogant. Overbearing.
He had no intention of negotiating with her. He did not even consider her his equal!
It was as though-
She and her Gilkestan were Britannia's vassals, its "prisoners"!
Even with Shamna's composure, that attitude made her abandon all decorum and curse:
"That bastard!"
Even gritted teeth and burning rage could hardly describe how she felt.
Smack!
She hurled the phone at Nonette, then returned to her throne and sat down.
Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails had already dug into her tender palms, drawing thin traces of blood.
Nonette caught the phone precisely, shrugged, and piloted her Knightmare back into the sky.
This had only been a brief diversion. She still had her primary mission to carry out-annihilating Gilkestan's army.
Shamna sat there in silence.
Several deep breaths finally calmed her a little. Together with the intermittent gunfire outside the Temple and the faint screams, they struck like a depth charge, forcing her to regain her composure.
She had intended to use this final half hour to keep thinking of countermeasures and ignore