Unlimited Ambition

The Governor-General of the Northeast of the Chinese Federation was attacked, and his fate is unknown. This is indeed a major event. However, in this era of information overload, it is merely a topic of conversation for people, and will be forgotten in a couple of days.

Life went on as usual. The Britannian military continued its crackdown on terrorists. The Japanese liberation front continued its fight against colonial rule. Both sides returned to that world of gunfire and constant warfare. The peace of the past few days seemed like a lie, completely shattered by the smoke and corpses.

This was somewhat unexpected. I stood outside Cornelia's door for two hours, and that brat simply wouldn't open it for me. No matter what I said, it was useless. And without seeing her, Geass was useless. It seems her resentment towards my interference in the Japanese archipelago is truly extraordinary.

However, this trip to the Governor's Palace wasn't entirely fruitless. After my failed attempt to woo her, I put on a show of being heartbroken and seeking comfort, which touched Euphemia's heart deeply. She didn't even refuse when I playfully threw myself into her arms and cried.

Well, the actual measurement should be slightly smaller than Kallen's. It's about the same size as Violetta's. But it's incomparable to Kagura and Tenshi's.

After I left, Euphemia went straight to her sister's place. Before she even entered the house, she heard the fat man, Darudon, earnestly advising her: "Governor, why don't you want to see Lord Mengde?"

Cornelia gave a soft hum and did not answer.

The fat man continued, "Terrorist activities are rampant in District 11 these days, and to some extent, they have a connection to the Chinese Federation. It's understandable that you, Governor, are angry with Lord Mengde for this. But think about it carefully. Wildfires can't be extinguished; they spring up again with the spring breeze. We keep suppressing them, but as long as the source remains, the terrorists in District 11 will never be completely eradicated. So—"

Upon hearing this, Cornelia panicked, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "You mean you want me to go after him from the source and kill him?!"

Darudon was startled and said repeatedly, "No, no, I mean you should have a good talk with him. Maybe you can resolve this matter."

Cornelia scoffed. "Am I supposed to beg him? If he really cares about me, he should show it first. Why does he have to ask me to do anything?"

These words made Darruton break out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself, "My princess is no longer a child. How can she still be so narrow-minded about matters of the heart? It's already quite an achievement that she came all this way to my door to say so many kind words. And you still expect her to make further gestures? What do you mean, do you expect me to deliver the message?"

Too much of a good thing, Princess. He's not desperate for you. He'll still be the Prince Consort of Brittany if you marry another princess. Princess Guinevere the First and Princess Karin the Fifth are both said to be interested in him. Don't end up losing both your husband and your money, and then you'll have nowhere to turn for help.

But these were words that the usually cautious Darutton couldn't bring himself to say. Seeing his princess so oblivious, Darutton couldn't persuade her any further. He sighed almost imperceptibly. Opening the door to leave, he saw the previously overlooked backup plan loitering at the entrance.

Darudon broke out in a cold sweat. But then he thought to himself, he was just thinking it in his mind, how could anyone in this world read minds? (Believe it or not, there really was one, but his body is rotting now.)

Darruton immediately calmed down, shook his head at Euphemia, and said, "You should go and try to persuade her too." Then he walked away to find a place to drink and calm his nerves.

Yuffie hesitated for a moment before going inside. Seeing that her older sister still seemed angry, she went over and called out, "Sister?" At the same time, she thought to herself: From what her sister had just said, she could tell that her sister still had feelings for her husband. She was just putting on a brave face for the sake of appearances. Her sister was really something. Her husband had gone to such lengths for her. What more could she ask for?

Thinking of this, Yuffie thought of herself again. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking: At least there's a sense of order. Why wasn't it me who went to negotiate with the Chinese Federation back then?

However, this is something you can think about but not say out loud. Yuffie sighed inwardly and looked at her older sister, saying, "When Mengde came to see you earlier, why didn't you want to see him? I saw that he was very sad when he left, and he even cried."

Cornelia was anxious inside, wishing she could run out and find me right now, but her expression remained calm as she simply replied, "Is that so?"

Then I noticed my sister's expression was off, and I suddenly remembered how I had openly acted like a scoundrel when they first met. I couldn't help but worry and asked, "He didn't bully you, did he?"

Euphemia shook her head and said, "No, I just said a few words of comfort to him."

Cornelia thought of this, but then pondered a little more and asked, "And what about the two of you when you were on the desert island?"

The desert island incident was one of the things Yuffie dared not tell her sister. Hearing her sister ask this, she panicked slightly: "No, he... he was very good to me."

Cornelia wasn't an idiot. Seeing her sister's flushed cheeks, how could she not guess what was going on? She immediately wanted to step forward and confront Euphemia. But then she thought again and realized: "No, this can't be Euphemia's fault. After all, she's such an innocent person, spending a whole day and night with that guy. Just keeping her virginity is a victory—wait, what am I thinking?"

Cornelia panicked at this point. She grabbed her sister's wrist and stared intently: "What happened? Did he take advantage of you?"

Hearing her sister ask that question, Yuffie's face flushed even hotter, almost to the point of steaming.

Cornelia completely misunderstood this time. Gritting her teeth, she drew her sword and pointed it to the sky: "Cao Mengde! I will never forgive you!!!"

When Yuffie saw her sister's posture, she thought to herself, "Didn't I come to mediate? How come it seems like I've just added fuel to the fire?" She didn't dare to say anything more, afraid that if she said the wrong thing, her sister would run off and fight Mengde to the death.

And so Euphemia quietly slipped away. She sent someone to find Darudon and ask him what good ideas he had to get her sister and brother-in-law back together.

Upon hearing this, Darruton saw an opportunity. He told Euphemia that the root of their conflict lay in the dispute in District 11. If this matter could be resolved, their alliance would be practically a done deal.

Euphemia listened and indicated that she understood. She then dismissed Darudon. Darudon was surprised, thinking, "Huh? I just started speaking and was about to continue. Why am I being sent away? Does the princess think she can solve the problems of Area 11?" He was joking.

Forget it, relying on this pretty princess is out of the question. This old man will have to figure something out himself.

After thinking it through, Darruton shook his head and walked out.

Darudon probably never dreamed that the half-spoken words he uttered today would cause such a huge problem, almost leading to the extinction of the Yamato race.

Darruton couldn't have imagined it, and Euphemia certainly couldn't. She had already devised a plan even more absurd than child's play—establishing a Japanese special zone. This would quiet the Japanese down and stop their meddling. That way, Japan would be peaceful. The conflict would be over. Her sister and brother-in-law could reconcile.

So, like children playing house, Yuffie, using his position as vice-governor, announced to the world that a pilot special zone for Japan would be established near Kyoto. 150,000 numbered individuals would be pre-registered. Within the zone, they would enjoy Japanese names and the same welfare benefits as Britannians. Once the pilot program was successful, it would be rolled out across the entire Japanese archipelago.

The news sent shockwaves around the world. Frankly, the plan did have a degree of feasibility—perhaps more deceptive than feasible. The unsophisticated Japanese were immediately stunned.

The Japanese thought about it and realized that this treatment seemed quite good. The lives of ordinary Britannian citizens were already better than those of the Japanese—after all, Britannia was one of the world's three superpowers. And this way, they wouldn't have to fight to the death, nor shed blood. How wonderful!

As a result, public opinion in Japan gradually began to shift.

I learned about this a day before the announcement. At the same time, I felt a bit of a headache. If Euphemia were the only one in charge of this, I certainly wouldn't have done this. Because, as far as I know, she's the kind of person who can bend a nail even when it's a sure thing. Entrusting this kind of thing to her would absolutely… absolutely, absolutely, absolutely botch it.

However, there was also Schneider following behind. This guy was someone I dared not underestimate in the slightest. Although I had severely extorted him a few days ago, leaving him looking utterly pathetic, just think back to how he recommended Cornelia as Governor-General of Japan months ago. He handled things with such ease and grace. I couldn't afford to be careless.

If he were to carry out this plan, all my efforts over the past few months, along with countless weapons and money, would be wasted.

For a moment, I almost believed that Schneider's trip to Japan was solely for this purpose, and that Euphemia was merely a front. It wasn't until Cheng Yu repeatedly assured me that the plan was indeed Euphemia's idea that I finally believed him.

But how could that be? That Euphemia, that lovely vase? How could she come up with such a brilliant idea? Is it really true that even a fool can have a stroke of genius?

Of course, I never dreamed that Yuffie's initial idea was simply to mediate a fight between her sister and brother-in-law...

Regardless, with Schneider's help and support, everything fell into place. Schneider even cleverly used Suzaku as a publicity stunt, revealing his identity as the son of a former Japanese prime minister. Furthermore, he pledged his full support for the Japanese special economic zone plan.

It's only been a few years since Japan was designated as Area 11, yet many still remember Prime Minister Genmu, who fiercely resisted. Some even assert that Japan wouldn't have lost if Prime Minister Genmu hadn't died. While this is highly improbable, it does demonstrate the influence and appeal of Prime Minister Genmu.

Thus, Japan's special economic zone plan appears to be complete. The selection of 150,000 "lucky ones" was completed in just a few days. All that's left is to await the day the pilot program officially launches…

Chapter Thirty-One: The Decision of a Sister Complex

I'm just a bit troubled. Giving up like this means wasting time, energy, and money. The Todo Katase Kyoto Six Families, and even my bedmate Kagura—they've been appearing in my life like a revolving lantern these past few days. They just want me to make a decision. The best course of action is to kill that princess in charge, chop off her head, wash it, and send it to the Twin Palaces of Brittany. That would be the only way to deter the villains and show my resolve.

These people's thinking is still stuck in the Warring States period. What a terrible idea they came up with! I couldn't stand listening to more than half of it. I immediately served them tea and had them all driven away.

They could get rid of that group of guys, but they couldn't get rid of Kagura. To be more precise, she wouldn't leave even if they tried to get rid of her.

Ever since that time I was blinded by lust and had sex with her without thinking, Kagura seems to have immediately accepted her fate. She's started acting like the mistress of the house. My subordinates, however, don't dare to disregard her.

After thinking about it for a while, I started to understand. It seems this girl had this plan all along. She's betting her next life on me.

Okay, fine, it's a willing buyer and a willing seller situation. I won't say anything more. But watching this girl's first time, her coy resistance and repeated orgasms were so intense it made me a little annoyed. I almost shouted: "Ma'am, you're being raped! You're being raped! Can't you cooperate a little and resist a bit?"

After that night, some of my close friends, like Dian Wei and Xu Chu, though they didn't dare to eavesdrop, still came over laughing and making a fuss. As soon as they saw me come out of the room, they pushed and shoved me for a while, eventually pushing out the dumbest one, Xu Zhongkang.

"Hehe, um, my lord, how was last night?" This simpleton asked, scratching his forehead.

I was speechless for a moment. I thought to myself, am I really supposed to tell them about my experience last night where I tried to rape someone but ended up getting raped instead? I'd be utterly ashamed. But I can't just stay silent either, or they'll misunderstand me, and that would be so unfair.

So I deliberately let out a long breath and said, "Japanese women are gentle and docile; I now know this."

The simple-minded Zhong Kang was stunned upon hearing this. He thought to himself, "Why is my lord trying to be so literary? Doesn't he know I, Old Xu, failed my academic subjects?"

I didn't wait for their reaction. I simply vanished, leaving a group of thugs staring at each other. Several of them seemed determined to take a Japanese woman as a concubine.

That day, after this woman learned about the Japanese special economic zone plan, she caused a scene at my place twice, but when she realized it had no effect, she became extremely difficult to deal with.

Every night when I went to her place, she would take off her clothes, lie down on the bed, and then be completely still, like a dead person. No matter what I did, it was the same. Later I found out that this woman had given herself anesthesia. It was really... I was so angry that I turned around and left. I haven't come to see her for the past few days.

But a living person can't die from holding their pee, right? That woman doesn't care about me, and I don't care about her either. Taking advantage of being drunk one day, I sneaked into Viletta's room... I didn't dare go to Hualian's, afraid she'd beat me out.

In contrast, the brother who was obsessed with his sister was completely devastated upon receiving the news. He was utterly heartbroken. If CC hadn't been watching over him, he might have hanged himself.

He had miraculously survived and even managed to acquire the advanced mecha, Mirage. These past few days, the Japanese Liberation Front and the Breton military had been locked in fierce fighting. No one had time to pay him any attention. His brother, who was obsessed with his sister, was hoping to use this opportunity to regroup and perhaps even reap the benefits. But... everything was wiped out in an instant.

So, with CC keeping a close eye on her, the siscon couldn't escape. Originally, she wanted to get some white flour to get high. Now that she couldn't go out, there was nowhere to buy it.

The sister-complex guy locked himself in his room to ponder. He thought to himself, "With my abilities, a small island like the Japanese archipelago should be a piece of cake, right? But why is everything going so wrong?"

Why is that? Why, why, why?

At that moment, a figure flashed through his mind, a man obsessed with his sister. Upon closer inspection, it was his nemesis, Cao Cao, also known as Cao Mengde.

Recalling our past encounters, I realized he gained absolutely no advantage. That siscon would never admit his abilities were inferior to mine. Even with Geass, he was still weaker (he didn't know I had Geass, and CC never told him).

So, on a dark and stormy night, the brother who doted on his sister had an epiphany and was reborn: "It's not that I'm inferior to him, it's that his heart is more ruthless than mine. If I want to succeed, I must abandon all emotions and be even more ruthless and vicious than him. Only then will I have a chance to succeed. Ahahahaha, ahahahahaha..."

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder. This, combined with eerie, maniacal laughter, was enough to turn it into a horror movie.

"It's so noisy! Can't a person get any sleep at this hour?!" That was CC's voice from the next room.

"My poor brother, Shirley's been ignoring him these past few days, and now he's like this. I hope it doesn't get any worse and he doesn't end up being an outcast." This was Nanali's thought from the neighbor two places down.

The siscon (sister-obsessed) girl didn't know this yet. If she did, she'd probably cry her eyes out.

"In short, what we must do now is to sabotage the Japanese special zone plan with all our might. That is to say... Euphemia. The woman who needs to be executed... Hehehe, hahahahahaha..."

The brother-complex was laughing when the door was suddenly kicked open with a "bang." CC, who was taking a beauty nap, walked in with her face covered in cucumber slices and punched the brother-complex to the ground. Then, without looking back, she turned and left.

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Counting the days, tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Japanese Special Economic Zone. I'm mentally considering whether I should try to get involved. And under what pretext, if so, what other plan could easily sabotage the Japanese Special Economic Zone…?

It's so worrying, so very worrying.

Just then, Fatty Xu rushed in, flustered, without even knocking. Judging by his appearance, he'd probably been used as a punching bag by Hua Lian and beaten up in the mecha battle again. He'd come to my place for refuge.

Since the Lieutenant Colonel's rescue mission, I've learned that Hua Lian possesses ace-level strength. I've become quite interested in her. In several consecutive mecha simulation battles, under conditions of equal mecha strength, defeating her has proven difficult. It seems this big-breasted, brainless woman still has some use, something I can extract from her.

Thus began a new round of exploitation of Lakushata. Forty-eight hours a day, twelve days a week. Working at breakneck speed, they finally created a custom mech comparable to the Sha Po Lang, a seventh-generation mech of close combat named Infernal Crimson Lotus.

Incidentally, the fuel energy is also Sakura Stone.

In addition, I also learned a little about Hua Lian's family affairs through intelligence channels.

His father was a Breton nobleman, and his mother was Japanese…no wonder his hair color was off…that doesn’t make sense either. His father clearly wasn’t red-haired; could it be a chromosomal mutation?

However, she deeply resented her father and felt a sense of inadequacy towards her mother. Her only close friend, her brother, also died at the hands of Brittany. This experience fueled her unwavering commitment to the cause of Japanese liberation.

Oh.

There is also a mother.

It seems he was hospitalized because he overdid it.

Hmm, she's a good hostage, no, it's more like she was born to be a hostage.

So, with Hua Lian's permission, her mother was sent to the Northeast Military Region to receive the best treatment and care, hoping to one day make a full recovery.

Speaking of which, aside from the time Kaguya moved in a while ago, I had the misfortune of witnessing her fiery temper once. She almost demolished the entire consulate. Now, everyone avoids her whenever they see her.

Currently, Hua Lian is also affected by the Japanese special zone plan in Brittany. She's in a state of confusion. I'm usually very busy and don't have much time to manage her. Everyone else keeps their distance from her. Only Fatty Xu, foolishly, keeps getting close to her. After being used as a punching bag several times, Fatty Xu has learned his lesson; when he gets beaten up, he hides with me.

So this time, he just rushed in without knocking. I thought Hua Lian was chasing after him.

So, as usual, I gave him a lecture: "You're a dignified major general in the Imperial Guard. Aren't you ashamed to be chased by a little girl all the time?"

"That's only because of your respect, my lord. Otherwise, would you really think that I, Old Xu, can't beat a little girl?" Fatty Xu was as stubborn as ever. Then he shook his head violently and said, "No, no, no."