Not Super Robot Wars at All

In the empty and quiet music classroom, Zhu Xun sat relaxed with her back leaning on the piano. Ed moved a chair and sat across from him, C.C. stood silently beside him nervously. Even if resistance is meaningless, a certain mentality called curiosity or death makes him eager to chat with each other.

"Don't you realize how contradictory your consciousness is?" Zhuxun looked at Ed with pity, "I clearly awakened as NewType, eager to break the wall of the soul, but your heart stubbornly rejects everything and wants to keep it. Absolutely physically and mentally independent. This kind of nondescript, half-hearted obsession is like—"

"It's like my existence itself." Ed calmly replied, "It's neither Li Lin nor a foreigner, but something in between, like a paramecium."

C.C. couldn't help but stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, Ed lifted his head and gave her a reassuring smile.

"It turns out that you are conscious, and you haven't fallen into the logical trap of self-recognition." Zhuxun smiled self-deprecatingly, "I envy you a little bit, I don't understand what I am for the time being. I thought we would be similar. , It does not seem to be the case."

"We are not enemies?" Ed asked curiously.

"My destiny is to continue to live until I find Adam. Maybe humans will perish, but that's just their destiny." Zhuxun looked at Ed, "Even if the second impact occurs, it will affect you and your side. "’S fakes have no effect. I don’t think we need to be enemies. This is probably your destiny."

Hearing the word "fake", C.C.'s five fingers slammed hard, and he grasped Ed's shoulder with a faint pain. He reluctantly relaxed his body and patted his white slender hand on his shoulder.

"My destiny stems from my choice." Ed shook his head firmly, "not from some necessity."

"Free will and emotion are one of the most important expression themes of classical music, that's why I love them so much." On a whim, Zhuxun extended his hand to Ed and made an invitation, "Want to learn to play the piano?"

C.C. pressed Ed hard, not letting him stand up, as if he would run away if he didn't. He raised his head and smiled at C.C. and motioned to her not to be nervous: "I wanted to learn when I was in school, but that was just because I thought it was cool. Thinking about it, I still prefer to listen and I have no interest in playing."

"That's it." Nagaki retracted his outstretched hand, nodding slightly as if he had understood something, "I am eager to communicate with others, but I am unwilling to express myself, so it is NewType, but he has such Geass."

Ed has a sense of uncomfortable feeling of being seen through all over his body.

"You really look a lot like..." Zhu Xun frowned, as if looking for a suitable metaphor to describe him, only after a long while spit out such a word, "Human."

Such a weird atmosphere made Ed feel uncomfortable. He tried to change the subject: "Did you come out too early? I heard that the apostles are going to appear one by one in order?"

"I am the first apostle, is there any problem with the first appearance?" Nagaki smiled lightly, "What's more, my birth itself is a kind of joke arrangement, even if I appear in advance, it is in pursuit of better program effects."

Ed pricked his ears and listened carefully, for fear of missing a key word. But the other party did not continue to talk about it at the beginning, which made him very entangled whether or not to ask what your birth really is.

"Wait, the show effect?" He keenly noticed a key word, "Is anyone watching?"

"The audience is originally part of the performance, and the actors are just the audience standing on the stage. Does it matter who is watching?" Zhu Xun raised his head and looked out the window, his eyes cast into the boundless universe through the thick clouds, "The important thing is , We have no freedom, no way to be free, and no hope for freedom."

"You know?!" Eddy felt the NT-like but not NT-like spirit in his consciousness and couldn't help but throb. He stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky. "

"This is my destiny, and maybe it will be yours too." Zhu Xun smiled teasingly at him, "Otherwise, you have to rely on huge sexual desires to relieve you from such a lot of pressure."

Ed was furious: "You can eat rice but you can't talk nonsense!"

Zhu Xun smiled indifferently, stood up and walked to Ed's side, stretched out his hand to support his other shoulder, leaned down and said softly in his ear, "Anyway, I'm very happy to see you. I wish you can find a way. The road to freedom."

After saying this, he patted Ed on the shoulder lightly, got up and walked out of the door without looking back. After a while, only Ed and C.C. were left in the empty music classroom.

C.C. felt like he was in a cold sweat and urgently needed to take a bath and change clothes. She calmed down and asked in a daze, "What the **** is he here for?"

"Come to see me." Ed replied affirmatively, "because he himself doesn't know what he is going to do."

"I didn't understand what he was talking about." C.C. looked at him suspiciously, "Do you understand?"

Ed took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "In a sense, his existence itself is probably very similar to me, so he came to me to find the answer. Unfortunately, my answer belongs only to me. There is no way to give it to him."

C.C. still didn't understand, but she didn't continue to struggle with this issue, instead thinking about a more important thing: "You heard it too, I'm a fake."

"What fake?" Ed pulled her hand gently, motioning her to sit on her lap, "Apostle's?"

"Yeah." CC sat down obediently, his expression a little lost, "I have no memories of the past, and Lilith has never been willing to tell me the details, but occasionally calls me Crystal, just like you called me before. Say. Maybe I was not a human in the beginning, maybe some kind of man-made or natural monster."

"So what does it matter?" Ed embraced her, "You are you."

"Don't you feel sick?" C.C. lowered his eyes in pain, "The blind date with your skin is this kind of unidentified thing, maybe it's not even organic."

"I don't care about organic matter and inorganic matter, just cute!"

"You..." C.C. struggled for a while, finally smiled and shook his head, then showed a wary expression, "He said that you and I are all to relieve stress? Then what am I to you? A toy?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense! What does he know as a single dog?" Ed was very excited by the serious accusation of Anhang, "Isn't it because you are too attractive? I can't control myself at all!"

"Don't make trouble, I didn't let you prove your innocence." C.C. knocked out his dishonest hand, "I have sweat on my body."

"What does it matter then?" He asked rhetorically, "Is this important?"

...

"This is very important, it's about the honor of Princess Yuphemia." Suzaku looked at Commander Cornelia nervously, "Please let me play again."

Cornelia weighed in and decided to give her sister a face: "Last chance."

Suzaku got permission to attack and turned away with high spirits. From time to time along the way, someone pointed to him unabashedly, and the volume of his whispers did not mean to be lowered at all, and some even took the initiative to greet him with unkind intentions and say "Hello, former Knight of the Round Table".

"Have you ever heard a word, have you never beaten Suzaku, are you embarrassed to say that you are an ACE?" I don't know who said this in a loud voice, and everyone laughed happily.

Suzaku walked quickly without changing his face. These onlookers could not influence his behavior and thoughts. His understanding only needs Euphemia. For Euphemia, he can do anything.

At this time, a young man in the uniform of the Knights of the Round Table walked towards him blankly, then passed by, and there were whistles from all around.

"Setsuna·F·Qingying..." Suzaku said the name silently, unhappy.

He is confident that his strength is definitely superior to the opponent, but his Majesty, for some reason, is very fond of the moment. In order to help him gain his reputation, he does not hesitate to imply that Suzaku will take the initiative to lose out to the opponent in the MS contest. This makes his previously unattractive record even more ugly, but he has no choice within the system.

As for why he and not others? Except for him, the remaining Knights of the Round Table either have noble status or have a strong backing, and only he is the best to bully. It's just a Japanese. If you lose, you won't lose Britannia's face. Who will you choose if you don't choose him?

"Such a corrupt empire, I actually have naive fantasies. It's so ridiculous, Nanaly is right." He muttered to himself in a low and inaudible voice, "Yufie, only Yuffi and them It’s not the same, only Yuffi, I have to..."

Suzaku clenched his fists hard and made preparations for the attack.

In the previous four-party melee, although the Black Knights were defeated, its leader ZERO still took advantage of the chaos caused by the heavens to escape with a small group of remnants. Now the Britanian army has finally found out where the opponent's stronghold is, and plans to wipe out this group of juniors.

After a while, Britannia's MS troops marched quietly in the dark in an orderly manner, and Suzaku rushed to the forefront. The security around the Black Knights stronghold was very weak, and was easily torn apart under the impact of the MS troops. Suzaku walked in it comfortably, harvesting the children one by one, as if regaining the confidence of being an ACE.

In less than an hour, this small stronghold was occupied by Britania, and Suzaku also received a report from his subordinates at the same time: "Found ZERO! Do you want to take off his mask?"

"Don't act rashly." Suzaku decisively ordered, "take it back first, and wait for His Highness Conelia to decide."

Next, just bring ZERO to Cornelia, but they were accidentally attacked by a small group of troops on the way back.

"Lund Bell?" Suzaku looked at the F91 in front of her with shock, "This is not the same as what we said!"

The plan must not be disrupted. Suzaku manipulated Lancelot, drew out the beam saber and took the initiative to meet F91, and at the same time ordered his subordinates to retreat with ZERO.

The two forces stopped autonomous firing of little significance to prevent the stray bullet from accidentally injuring the friendly forces. Lancelot and F91 fought together in front of the two forces. Both machines are extremely mobile bodies, which are dazzling and overwhelming.

"I can do it." Suzaku ignored the pain that his muscles were almost torn apart, and forced to evade the attack from the opponent at an acceleration that could kill people, staring at the afterimages in front of him, "Seeing NS!"

The beam saber ignored all the afterimages and stabbed into the void where there was nothing. The next moment, F91 appeared at the position of his lightsaber stab, and the sword's edge was pointing at the reaction furnace.

F91 suddenly turned around on the spot, the beam saber wiped the reactor and stabbed in front of him, and then cut Lancelot's arm with a backhand. After the first blow succeeded, F91 pulled away and retreated sharply and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

"You are very good, you have two chances." The voice of the other party came from the public channel, "ZERO has gone far, and there is no point for us to fight."

After leaving this sentence, F91 quickly retreated under the cover of his teammates, and soon there was no shadow of the enemy plane under the night.

"So is this the actor you arranged? To make everything look more realistic?" Suzaku bitterly hammered the control panel in the cockpit, taking deep breaths repeatedly to calm herself down. It's for Euphemia..."

It was late at night when he returned to the base.

ZERO was wearing a mask, with his hands clasped behind him, and he was personally escorted to Cornelia. After receiving Cornelia's instruction, he trembled and took off ZERO's mask.

"Lelouch, why are you!" Suzaku said with a shocked expression. This expression, this tone, he had rehearsed countless times under Nanaly's guidance, and it was perfect.

Sure enough, Cornelia wandered to Lu Luxiu without any doubt, and followed with a look of surprise.

Since it was late at night, there were only Conelia's guards in this room except for the three of them. Suzaku changed his position calmly and stood between the guards of Cornelia and Lelouch, preventing others from seeing Lelouch's face.

Lelouch showed a wicked smile, and the scarlet bird in his eyes lit up: "Sister Cornelia, listen to me..."

Suzaku sighed helplessly as he watched what was happening in front of him. He knew that he was also controlled by this ability. He didn't remember what Lelouch ordered to him, but he only remembered one thing-he was voluntary.

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