Unlimited Ambition

However, I don't even need to say anything; someone will teach him a lesson. Look, that fat guy named Darudon just came out, acting like his wife ran off with someone else: "The prince is discussing important matters with the governor! Who are you to dare be so insolent?!"

Someone nearby immediately chimed in: "As expected of a dog among the numbered ones, he has no manners whatsoever."

Then came the inevitable backlash; few of the high-ranking Britannian officials held him in high regard. This caused Suzaku to blush uncontrollably.

This seemed to bother Schneider, who coughed lightly a few times, and the room immediately fell silent. I secretly admired his prestige.

Schneider then turned to me and said, “I’m truly sorry, my friend Mengde. This Knight Suzaku Kururugi has only recently become qualified to participate in a meeting of this caliber. Please forgive any rudeness he may have displayed.” After saying this, seeing that I still had that ambiguous smile on my face, he added, “I will discipline him more strictly from now on.”

I laughed and said, "I wouldn't dare accept that." How could a minor governor of the Chinese Federation like me dare to interfere in Brittany's internal affairs? As for incorporating the numbered individuals into the mech unit, or even granting them knighthoods, I certainly wouldn't ridicule them.

These words left the Bretons present with rather unpleasant expressions. However, they dared not react to me, instead glaring at Suzaku.

Schneider, meanwhile, harbored deep resentment, blaming his sister for choosing a Japanese man as her guardian knight. He secretly resolved to give this Suzaku Kururugi a good talking to.

If I knew what he was thinking, I might scoff and say, "You're cursing him now because you don't understand him. If you did, you should kill him."

The two sides then resumed the meeting process.

Well, talking is pointless; this discussion is a complete waste of breath. Schneider is incredibly tight-lipped. I tried to get information out of him indirectly for a long time, but I couldn't get anything out of him. This Kage Island seems to be hiding a big secret.

In addition, learning of the existence of the seventh-generation experimental mech, Mirage, in Brittany was a pleasant surprise. When I asked to see the mech, Schneider seemed quite hesitant.

So I said, in exchange, you can also visit my Sha Po Lang.

Schneider was furious. He thought, "You think we can't see your crappy mech flying so high? From Narita to Kyoto, at least 100,000 people have seen this mech. There are thousands of photos in the database. We probably know its appearance better than you do yourself. What's the point of seeing it?! My Mirage is the prototype making its first appearance, a five-star classified document, you bastard!"

But since I've already said that, it wouldn't be right to refuse me. Schneider was furious, but couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he said the experiment was scheduled for three days later. "It's currently being debugged. You'll definitely get to see it all in three days."

I was a little puzzled, so I asked him, "Brother Schneider, it's not easy for you to come all this way. Scientific research is one thing, but you can't test new types of machines anywhere, so why do you have to come all the way here?"

Schneider thought to himself: Who says otherwise? But can I disobey my father's orders? If I say "no," he might get upset and send me away as a hostage like Lelouch. Where would I go to cry then?

However, the blond, blue-eyed prince on the white horse said something different: "To be honest, I don't want to travel like this either. But I can't disobey my father's orders. So I'll try to do as much as I can. It's also good that I'm here to check on Lancelot's situation."

Lancelot... is that the pure white mecha?

I nodded and said, "Your Majesty, you have worked hard on state affairs."

Just as I was talking to Schneider, a lieutenant who looked like a rabbit suddenly ran up to him. He whispered something in Schneider's ear, and I saw Schneider's expression turn displeased. He gave a barely perceptible snort.

After the rabbit adjutant left, I asked, "What happened? Your Majesty doesn't look too good."

Schneier smiled gently and said, "It's nothing serious, just a few insects that have gotten into the island. I've already sent people to get rid of them."

insect?

I smiled and said, "Speaking of which, the status of Shengen Island is still undecided. I also have a responsibility to do my part. After all, five hundred sea wolves are neither a large nor a small number. Brother, just give the order, and I'll take care of any insects for you."

Schneier cursed inwardly: You scoundrel. Then he said, "Speaking of which, this matter is actually related to you, my brother. It's that Black Knights that caused such a big stir a while ago, and their leader Black, I don't know when they sneaked onto the island."

"Oh, Black, we've known each other for a long time. I'll have to see what he has to say." I chuckled a few times, then ignored Schneider and left.

Schneider, true to his reputation as a prime minister, was adept at reading people. Although I was confident I had concealed it well, he still detected a barely perceptible murderous intent in my eyes.

"It seems my brother-in-law and Black have quite a grudge," Schneier muttered to himself, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

"My lord, do you need me to dispatch men?" My trusted confidant, Xiahou Yuanrang, asked as we walked.

"No need. Increase manpower and monitor the actions of the Brittany side." I had a vague feeling that something was about to happen, so I gave this order.

"Then at least this humble general must follow you..."

“You don’t need to either.” At this moment, I suddenly stopped, turned around and said, “Keep a close eye on Schneider.”

Xiahou Dun nodded solemnly. I felt a little relieved. Then I quickly walked towards the scene of the incident.

Meanwhile, in the command center, Schneider chuckled softly, mentally calculating: Lancelot, no need to worry about him. His specially made alloy shell is impervious to missile attacks. Suzaku Kururugi, pshaw, just a numbered individual. Perfect opportunity to eliminate him. Saves him from continuing his affair with my sister.

No, we have to hurry and settle this before Cao Cao does. His "Kill the Wolf" skill fired quickly: "Launch missiles!"

Schneider's plan was sound, but he hadn't anticipated that my haste would lead me to go before I could even kill the wolf. Meanwhile, his sister Euphemia, blinded by lust, foolishly ran off as well.

The two friends involved... Suzaku, for some unknown reason, insisted on clinging to his siscon and wouldn't let go. In desperation, the siscon used his Geass and commanded Suzaku: "Live!"

Then Euphemia and I arrived. We found them entangled in a rather indecent position. Just then, the missiles began to fall…

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Lovely Vase

Holy crap, what a terrible day!

This was the first thing that came to my mind after I woke up. Thinking back to when those huge missiles were raining down on me, my legs actually felt a little weak.

Hmm, no, it's because it's been soaking in the sea for a long time and has become soft.

But then again, that pretty boy Schneider is really ruthless. I called him "Royal Brother" so many times, and he showed absolutely no mercy. He turned on me in an instant. This indiscriminate attack, befitting the Black family, is truly something else.

Fortunately, I am the chosen one, protected by all the gods. My fate is not to die; I'm still alive and well. Hehe, hehehehe.

I stood up and stretched, and apart from some soreness, I was actually fine. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I thought to myself, "A narrow escape from death must mean good fortune is coming." But I wondered where my good fortune lay.

Seeing no signs of human activity around, could this be a deserted island? This is getting a bit troublesome. He pulled out his phone to check—oh no, it had broken in two sometime during the day. He tossed it aside, then pulled out his sidearm and pulled the trigger—oh no, it's now a water gun.

Fortunately, both of Yitian Qinggang's swords were unharmed. Upon closer inspection, they still gleamed with a cold light. Indeed, they were treasured swords.

Overjoyed, I ignored my surroundings and unleashed a Gongsun Sword Dance with a flick of my longsword. Using a dual-wielding style had a unique charm. The unhappiness that had been weighing on my heart vanished with the wind.

After completing a sword dance, the sunlight shone down, and salt crystals formed on my skin from the seawater. It felt quite uncomfortable, so I stopped. I turned around, smiled at the person who had approached, and said, "Princess Euphemia, was my Gongsun Sword Dance acceptable?"

You ask how I know it's Euphemia? If it were Black, he'd run as far away as possible upon seeing me. If it were Suzaku, would he have the artistic talent to appreciate it for so long? So, it can only be Euphemia.

If I'm just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire, then the "vase princess" brought this on herself. If I had known it was because of that scumbag Zhuque, I would have punched her already. What kind of person is she? Has she never seen a man before? There are so many good men in the world waiting for you to choose from—there's one right in front of you. Why did she have to fall for a scumbag?

“Indeed, very beautiful.” Euphemia nodded and walked over slowly, but she tripped on the hem of her skirt halfway there and fell.

...Saying you're just a pretty face is really accurate. No wonder you're from the Black family, you're equally inept at sports.

I rolled my eyes, quickly went over and helped her up. Then I brushed the sand off her and smoothed her disheveled hair. Afterwards, I asked, "Did you hurt yourself? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Geass aura unleashed at full power, maximizing your ability to pick up girls!

Euphemia blushed and tried to push me away but failed. She could only turn her head to the side and whisper, "No..." Her voice was barely audible.

Seeing how adorable she was, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. But when I got closer, I smelled a salty odor. Okay, I'll find somewhere to wash up first, and then we can take further action later.

Euphemia had just watched her brother-in-law perform a sword dance, and then he pulled her into his arms. Although my charm was amplified by the Geass aura, the "vase princess" (a term for a seemingly innocent but actually attractive woman) had a very good relationship with her sister. She was very hesitant, feeling that doing this would be like betraying her sister.

The "vase princess" was still hesitating. Hearing me suggest finding a place to bathe, she suddenly felt a surge of heat. A faint liquid was seeping between her legs. She was incredibly embarrassed, wanting to refuse, but her body was covered in a layer of salt, which was very uncomfortable.

And so, Euphemia, no longer paying attention, pondered and thought, unable to find a reason to refuse me. Besides, it would make her feel like she had something to hide. Looking at my open smile, she suddenly felt incredibly despicable. So she stopped resisting and let me take her hand, leading her towards the sound of flowing water.

Along the way, Euphemia tripped over at least ten times, sometimes on vines, sometimes on weeds, and even on flat ground. I sighed inwardly: I really don't know how this girl grew up to be so big. I enjoyed the pleasure of secretly groping her while helping her steady herself.

Euphemia was extremely embarrassed. How could she possibly stand steadily while walking with her legs clamped together? She ended up falling. When I tried to help her, the bleeding increased, making her even more unsteady. And then she would fall again. This cycle repeated itself. Euphemia was almost completely exhausted, her mind foggy. She nearly lost control of her bladder.

Heaven have mercy. When the lake was finally discovered, the Vase Princess almost burst into tears.

I looked at the lake water; it was crystal clear, and I could occasionally see fish swimming around. I tested the water temperature—it was alright. I gestured for her to proceed, saying, "Ladies first, I'll wait over there." Then I left.

After I had walked a distance, Euphemia made sure I wasn't nearby before letting out a sigh of relief. She then took off her clothes and slowly walked into the water. She thought to herself, "What an embarrassing day! Lord Mengde will definitely laugh at me... Speaking of Lord Mengde... he's handsome, capable, and so gentle... Sister Cornelia is so lucky. I just wonder why they're arguing. I'll have to talk to her when we get back."

The little girl thought about what had happened that day. My "extra care" for her along the way had caused her body temperature to rise again. Recalling our physical contact, she vaguely felt herself getting a little wet again.

"No, no, I can't think about him anymore. He's Cornelia's fiancé... he's my brother-in-law!" Euphemia forced herself to stop thinking about me, but the more she tried not to, the clearer my image became in her mind. Completely bewildered, she plunged into the lake and didn't emerge for quite some time.

After Euphemia finished her shower, she thought for a moment, then washed her clothes again, but had nowhere to change. So she ran to find me in her wet clothes. She narrowly avoided falling along the way. But I didn't respond when she called me, which startled her. She hurried along, tripped, and fell to the ground with a "thud." When she touched it, it felt soft, not like the ground.

Euphemia looked up. It was me, sleeping there. She seemed to have tripped over my foot and fallen into my arms.

Strangely enough, despite her commotion, I showed no sign of waking up. Euphemia secretly rejoiced, thinking how lucky she was. Otherwise, if I had just looked at my eyes, who knows what kind of trouble would have ensued.

Euphemia struggled to get off me. But with such a sudden movement, and seeing that I was about to wake up, she panicked, slipped, and fell back onto me.

This time, Euphemia knew what had happened. She lay on top of me again, feeling my heartbeat gradually merge with hers. Her body went limp. She didn't have the strength to get up. Looking at my sleeping face, she inexplicably wanted to lean in and kiss me.

Euphemia was torn, unsure of what to do. I, on the other hand, was delighted to have her on top of me. I was enjoying the softness of her in my arms. I continued to pretend to be asleep.

Euphemia hesitated for a long time before finally approaching cautiously, thinking: "A kiss isn't a big deal, is it? In the Americas, isn't a kiss a common greeting? It doesn't mean anything else, absolutely nothing."

The princess prayed silently that her prince wouldn't wake up in the next moment. At the same time, she closed her eyes—but misjudging the spot, she kissed his lips.

Even if Euphemia was oblivious, she could sense the difference in touch. She opened her eyes to find her first kiss gone. Her face flushed crimson to the roots of her neck. Suddenly, all her strength returned. She pushed me away and sat up, supporting herself on her upper body.

And I happened to "wake up" at that very moment. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, pretended to yawn, and then looked over to find the princess muttering something to herself.

I chuckled and pretended to be embarrassed, saying to her, "Sorry, I fell asleep without realizing it. You had to wake me up. I'm sorry you had to see me like this. You stay here for a while, I'll go take a shower and come back later."

Euphemia gave a barely audible "hmm," then lowered her head and remained motionless. I didn't pay it any mind. I walked straight towards the lake. Halfway there, after confirming that no one was around, I gave a small celebration: Yay, plan succeeded.

I took a nice, long shower. I even washed my clothes while I was at it. When I went back, the "Vase Princess" was still there, agonizing over her feelings. I didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, and went to find something to eat.

I know it's a bit unfair to you to do this, but I'm sorry, I had no choice but to do it to survive.

I spent a long time explaining to the Qinggang Sword. I went back into the lake, aimed at the larger fish, and thrust the sword in. I caught several in no time.

He skewered the fish with his Qinggang sword. Then he wandered around a bit more and found some bushes. Seeing signs of bird droppings and insect damage, he knew they weren't poisonous. He picked a few ripe ones and tasted them; the flavor was passable. He picked about a dozen and carried them back in his cloak.

After I finished my chores and came back, I found the Vase Princess still sitting there, looking lost in thought. I gently nudged her and said, "It's getting late. You must be a little hungry. I caught some fish and picked some wild fruit; have some with that."

Euphemia blushed when she heard me say that. She suddenly felt a little hungry too, so she nodded and let me do as I pleased.

I handed her the Qinggang sword, which was covered in fish. Then I gathered some dry firewood from the surrounding area. Following the camping techniques I had learned in the army, I made a fire drill and started a fire. Afterwards, I took the Qinggang sword, cleaned the fish, skewered them on branches, and roasted them over the fire.

By the time the fish was grilled, the moon had risen. Yuffie and I sat around the campfire, eating the grilled fish with wild berries. The taste wasn't great, but it was quite fun. After finishing the fish, Yuffie felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. She was truly a princess who had never experienced hardship. So I draped my cloak over her shoulders and added some more firewood to the campfire. I didn't sleep either, just stayed by her side.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The End of a Scumbag

As dawn broke the next day, Euphemia slowly awoke to the sounds of birdsong. Opening her eyes, she saw me making breakfast. Noticing my barely visible dark circles, Euphemia knew I had stayed up all night. She felt a little embarrassed, yet also a vague sense of sweetness. She thought to herself, "Even my sister probably hasn't done anything this romantic with him."

Thinking of this, Euphemia's heart fluttered. She couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Then she realized something was wrong, looked up, and saw that I was still there, busy roasting bird eggs. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Pshaw, do you think I can't hear you?

I chuckled to myself. I thought to myself, after this incident, this little rabbit isn't going to escape. Hmm, no, there's something else I need to worry about… that rotten Suzaku. I won't be at peace until I kill her.

At the same time, the rotten Suzaku that I was thinking about sneezed loudly, and then looked at his ex-boyfriend with a resentful look.

The sister-obsessed man scoffed, thinking, "What the hell are you looking at me for? Hurry up and find something to eat. I've been starving all day. And you've got me tied up like this. The sun's been baking me, and I'm covered in salt; I'm practically turning into cured meat."

These two buddies weren't as carefree as Yuffie and me. Although they had miraculously survived, they had absolutely no survival skills on this deserted island.