Reincarnation of Lelouch Lamperouge

Lelouch opened his mouth in disdain.Because his tone was too intense, the air nearby seemed to vibrate, and Fujitang turned his gaze back to him in surprise.

Standing on the shoulders of his body rogue, Lelouch held out his chest proudly.

"You must take responsibility, Fujitang! Take responsibility for miracles."

Lu Lu Xiu often thinks about this question.

"Compared with other well-known areas in Bunitania, the resistance movement in this 11th district is much more intense. Why is this?"

Lelouch asked, and then answered himself.

"It's very simple. Even though Japan was defeated seven years ago, it still has room for strength. No, it's not military, but spiritual. They know that they can't match Bunitania now, but if they have this With this kind of power... Many people have this idea-who caused this, Fujitang!"

"..."

"Many Japanese people are still dreaming, dreaming of subverting Bunitania’s rule, dreaming of expelling Bunitania. Yes, this dream continues after the beautiful dream called The Miracle of Itsukushima ."

"Do you want to say this is my responsibility?"

The silent Fujitang finally spoke.

"Yes, people still have the illusion of miracles, so REFRAIN will spread wantonly, right?"

"Struggle, Fujido. Struggling ugly to the end, and then die, until the name of the miracle Fujido becomes worthless, completely decayed."

"In this way, Japanese talents will truly admit their failures. You want me to end their dreams."

"For the people, this is necessary. For those who dance in the dreams you created and who have not yet surrendered to Bunitania to suffer pain. If the dream ends, if they admit the fact of defeat, their pain It will be over-it was originally like this."

At this moment, Lelouch suddenly smiled arrogantly.

"This is the dream you created. It has nothing to do with me. I can't dream. There is only one I can create, and that is the result called a miracle."

Tengtang stared at Lelouch's mask intently.

Finally, he grinned and forced a smile.

Afterwards, Fujido asked in a low voice.

"I have one thing to confirm with you."

"what?"

"During these seven years, many Japanese have sought miracles from me. And you are now seeking miracles just like me."

"What I show is just a dream, a distant fantasy!"

"Really! So, how far can the miracle you paint last? How high can it rise?"

Lu Luxiu in the mask narrowed his eyes slightly.He put his black gloved right hand on his chest, letting his cloak dance with the wind.

"Of course, until I knocked Bunitania to the ground."

"Very good, last question!"

Fujido stood up.

"Are you that person? The war on Mount Narita was a trap set up by you and His Royal Highness Kagura Ya, who used the rogue·Kai to divert me and the Four Sacred Swords away, and then led the liberation front that had lost important combat power to Ko Nelia was easily defeated, but in the end he used Major General Katase and I to escape Bunitania's hunt!"

This is not a question, but a question, and even more a positive question.

"Why do you ask?"

Lelouch straightened his body arrogantly.

"The person who can make Kaguraya and Cornelia join forces, besides you, I can't think of anyone else!"

"Since you think so, take it so! Why, are you going to expose my identity and avenge that Katase?"

"No, if it is really you, I would not choose revenge! Although Kagura Ya is your woman, but first of all, the only blood of the Japanese royal family! She is the real master of Japan. I will not take refuge in you. ZERO, but I choose to be loyal to Japan."

"If you make the right choice, Kagura will surely be happy too!"

"In that case, I will give you this pair of skin bags!"

Fujido raised the shackles on his hands.

Finally, it is time to announce the winning works of the art competition.

As the master of ceremonies, the head of the museum raised the microphone with one hand and announced.

"Next, I will ask Her Royal Highness Euphemia to select the winning works. The works that get this flower will win the award!"

"..."

The spacious lobby of the museum is designed to have a direct view of the second floor structure.

Going up the stairs, the walls are covered with entries.Each one is quite excellent.Yufimia waited for the work that she could put in the flowers to appear. Although the winning work has been decided by default, Yufimia could not choose according to her own will.

Euphemia walked heavily up the stairs and stood in front of the predetermined work.

The subject is Euphemia's father, a portrait of the sacred Emperor of the British Empire, Chaluru DI Bunitania, who is standing on the podium and giving a high-pitched speech.

"..."

To be honest, there is nothing wrong with this painting, but it also has nothing outstanding.Euphemia doesn't have such a superb aesthetic ability, but even if she does, she doesn't like this painting either.There is nothing to be judged technically, just wishful thinking.Euphemia felt no sympathy for this painting.In fact, there are many paintings that make my heart feel warm.In this sense, people who see this painting "cannot feel" anything at all.Since it cannot move people, the honor called the grand prize should not be given to it.

Should I choose this painting?

Is this correct?

Yuffi does not have much confidence in her heart. Of course, what Dalton said is right without minding. As the third empress of the Bunitanian Empire, she also has such a powerful emperor as Cornelia, plus Have the same marriage contract with several sisters who also have strong rights.

Euphemia doesn't need to mind anyone, even the influence of any famous family.

But can the gentle Yuffi really do it?

"..."

"...Your Royal Highness Euphemia?"

Euphemia stood motionless in silence, when a small urging from the person in charge of the art gallery came from diagonally behind.Next to him stood Dalton, who had never left Euphemia as an assistant.

"..."

I really still...

Yuffi clenched his fists.