knight's oath

"A country in one room? What an interesting guy—" Freya relaxed on the sofa, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy cheetah ready to go—

"My lord——" Locke frowned, "This is not the time to appreciate it!"

"Hehe—what does it matter?"

Locke couldn't help sighing in his heart-"My lord, now that Calares is dead, District 11 is temporarily unattended. But the Black Knights are gathering in the Consulate of the Chinese Federation again. If we don't deal with it properly, I'm afraid something big will happen!"

"Big event?!" As if hearing something funny, the girl opened her eyes slightly, "I think this is a big deal! The resurgence of ZERO and the Black Knights isn't a big deal in District 11? Don't you think Locke Want something bigger?"

Hearing this, Locke was a little surprised, "What does the lord mean—"

"Don't worry—" he said slowly, "Everything is still under the control of that emperor!"

"So, the Secret Intelligence Service is indeed—"

"Ah, um—"

The girl stood up and stretched slightly, "It doesn't matter - something better should happen tomorrow! I'll go back to school today! Help me get ready!"

"Yes, my lord——" Locke lowered his head, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, my lord, Hughes asked to come back to District 11—"

"Oh—hmm, tell him to come back!" Freya expected, "Even if you don't let him, he will come back!" A helpless smile appeared on her lips, and the eyes under the silver mask were deep. There seems to be something hidden everywhere——

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As soon as Freya came back from the military headquarters, she smelled a fresh scent of flowers——

"Huh?" Looking into the hall, he couldn't help but startled, "You—"

"You're back!" The young man looked at her with a slight smile. He had freshly brewed and steaming scented tea in his hand. "What, do you want a cup of scented tea?"

She was a little sleepy at first, but after smelling the light fragrance, she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and the sleepiness went away a lot. The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah—" she responded, walked over and sat down.

Picking up the scented tea that the young man handed over, he took a sip carefully—the warm, elegant aroma instantly spread into his mouth, and a warmth took away the tiredness——

"You, you are back after nothing!" The young man said softly, his face was calm.

"Huh?" Freya raised her eyebrows and looked at the other party——

Probably realizing that he asked the question abruptly, Lelouch added, "I mean, you came out safely!"

Freya made a vague arc, "Then is it my turn to ask, how did you escape?"

The young man was startled for a moment, then smiled, and there seemed to be something in his smile, "What if I said that I was all thanks to you? Speaking of which, I really want to thank you for saving my life—"

Freya didn't react for a moment, and the cup she picked up was hanging by her mouth——

"The 'Phantom Army' is on the move!" the boy kindly reminded, "I remember that the one that rescued us from the trap was a red and white body. If I remember correctly, the only machine in Britannia that uses red The white and white body is the 'Phantom Army'!"

Is that so?—Freya was stunned, but she didn't have much expression on her face, "It was those officers who saved you, I didn't do anything!"

"Hehe - the commander is also very important! No one is allowed to act without a military order!" Lelouch blinked mischievously -

Seeing that he had already credited himself with the "gong", Freya didn't seem to be talking in a bureaucratic way, "Hehe—that's true—"

He lowered his head, drank the scented tea in the cup, stood up, "Thank you for the scented tea!" Turning around——

"You're welcome—good night, Freya—" Lelouch, who watched the girl leave, said softly, the smile on his face has receded—I don't know when, will I be against you?Phantom Knight, Freya Ting——

The girl's movements paused. "Well, good night, Lan--" Freya wasn't used to addressing her like that at first, but when she thought about what happened today, she hesitated a little, and then called out--"Lelouch..."

? !The boy who was immersed in his own thoughts heard a familiar call from his ear, and was startled suddenly. His purple pupils shrank sharply, locked on the girl who was facing away from him, and was in a trance for a while——such a similar call, so similar voice.

But at the next moment, Lelouch shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly—probably because he remembered too many things recently, which made him a little confused!Itiya, is... not here anymore.

In the empty hall, the young man sitting alone lowered his head, looking at the slightly swaying water in the glass, his thoughts drifted away for a long time——

"Lelouch..."

"Hey, Lelouch remember what my favorite flower is?"

"Why, why..."

That beautiful face with tears still lingers in my heart, reminding myself all the time.The intense feeling of heart pain that night still remains in the deepest part of the body along with the return of memories——

Itiya, if you know what's happened all this time - can you still forgive me?

Have you and Yuffie met already?

Then, you will never forgive me——

Just... worry, you'll be too lonely...

If I told you that everything I did was for you and Nunnally, would you still believe it?Maybe you will only call me hypocritical——

A trace of sadness slipped down, a memory after a long time...

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"Yesterday, it was scary—"

"That's right, my father happened to be nearby, and he was dying of anxiety!"

"Those terrorists are horrible—"

"I didn't expect that person to be dead!"

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The sound of small discussions spread into the girl's ears, but her eyes were always slightly squinted, her head was turned sideways, and she looked at the scenery outside the window——

What a group of noble ladies and young masters who don’t know the world——

Sneering sarcastically from the bottom of her heart, Freya stood up, turned around—can’t help but froze, and swung her hand reflexively—

"Pa—" A small sound brought her back to her sanity——

"..." Glancing at the shocked Xia Li, Freya looked back and saw the black-haired boy holding her hand, her red lips parted—"You can let me go, Lelouch, classmate!" There was no questioning tone, only commanding toughness and pride.

Lelouch was taken aback, and hurriedly let go of his hand, "Sorry, I just—"

"I understand!" Waving her hand, Freya motioned him to stop explaining.The eyes under the silver mask turned to the frightened girl in front of her, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just here to tell Fu—— um Ting to go to the um—the celebration party!" Looking at those cold silver eyes, Xia Li felt as if her original courage and strength had been taken away. I had to talk nonsense.

Probably because she was too nervous, Xia Li's unclear explanation made Freya wrinkle beautifully, and the surrounding atmosphere was also a little impatient.

As if sensing Freya's impatience, Lelouch patted the shoulder of Xia Li who was about to cry, and thoughtfully accepted the words, "It was the president who said that we would hold a memorial ceremony for us—"

"Survival Memorial?!" Freya repeated these words softly, and suddenly, a sneer sneered, which shocked both of them——

"Because you survived, do you want to commemorate it?" The delicate face covered by the mask was stained with sarcasm and ridicule, "So, how many times do officers on the battlefield have to experience, the so-called commemoration?"

Freya's tone and words frightened Xia Li, and she couldn't help leaning behind Lelouch——

The latter didn't care about her actions, but looked at the cold and mocking girl in front of him in a daze, but he agreed somewhat in his heart.

"Sorry, I won't go—" Freya nodded slightly, and went straight to the two people in front of her—

For soldiers, every time they go through a war and come back from the battlefield, it is a "survival" for them.So there is no need for the so-called commemoration—Lelouch retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and covered up the inexplicable restlessness underneath——

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Freya, who was walking in the corridor, still hadn't calmed down, a strong irritability gave her a bloodthirsty urge——

Thinking of the soldiers and officers guarding Britannia on the battlefield just like myself, and thinking of this group of nobles who didn't know what was going on, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, in case he accidentally erupted——

Suddenly, a familiar vibration came from his pocket——

He took out his phone and glanced at the sign on it, "What's the matter?"

Locke's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "My lord! There was an urgent call just now, and His Majesty the Emperor urgently calls you back to the mainland!"

"Huh? Got it—" Freya frowned, "I'm going back to the military headquarters now! By the way, is Hughes back yet?"

"Well, Hughes Zall is three hours away!"

"Tell him to turn directly to the native side!"

"Yes!"

Freya put away her phone, and looked thoughtfully at the sky beside her—that old fox, is it about to start?