Area 11

Viceroy Palace

Clovis found it to be a massive annoyance to have someone always sticking up his nose in his business. It was especially a problem when it was the Prime Minister doing it. Clovis could never really get used to the idea of having his brother always appearing in on the lines, enquiring about how he was governing the area.

He hated how Schneizel was always on his back.

Did the man think he was that incompetent? Sure things were not that great and he wasn't that much of a strategist like his brother but he was still a prince and the governor of Area 11. Schneizel had no business trying to instruct him on how to oversee things in this area, even if he was the Prime Minister of the Empire.

He didn't have all the glory that their sister Cornelia has in the battlefield, and didn't come out in white roses and smelling nice in very situation he faced like the man, but he was still doing something here in this area. Schneizel should just mind his own business and let him rule as he sees fit. The country wasn't facing problems he could not fight, and the economy wasn't sluggish.

Despite all his thoughts, Clovis smiled at his brother, "What can I do for you this time, brother?" The third Prince of Britannia asked in a calm tone, yet leaking some edges in it that Schneizel was able to pick up on very quickly but did not comment.

"Can't I call to see how my brother is doing?" Schneizel asked with a thin smile. Knowing how Clovis was doing wasn't his purpose for calling but there was nothing wrong with seeing how the other brother was doing. You needed to keep in contact because you never knew which piece would come in handy one day.

Still, knowing the kind of person Clovis was, Schneizel was almost certain that he would never be able to involve his brother in the game of brain games he played. They just did not suit him and he would be devoured quickly if he entered the ring. Still, Clovis did have certain qualities that could come in handy one day.

He still wanted to see the man do well in his position as Viceroy and even if his 'advices' do end up getting the prince rewards from homeland, he would never lay claim to anything. He was certain that his brother would bask in the glory and play his spectators with a play that would have all eyes glued on him.

"You can, but there haven't been those kinds of calls since I left homeland to become Viceroy of this area," Clovis said.

"We must restore tradition then," Schneizel said with a smile. "So, tell me brother, how have you been?"

Clovis was sure that his brother was asking that on purpose, perhaps just to annoy him. It bothered him that he could never match up to his brother. He had come here to make a name for himself and rise out of the shadow of the white prince, but the man just could not keep away.

The Governor leaned to the side, resting his head on the palm of his left hand, with his eyes staring at the large screen that had Schneizel's annoying smile on it. "I have been good, then?"

Schneizel seemed to sigh, it was barely visible. Clovis just went with a guess. "Father is very worried about the level of terrorism that has been occurring under your watch since you took over. Area 11 has not been stable and given the amount of time you have had on the job…" the Prime Minister paused for a moment. "He is starting to think that perhaps you're incapable to shutting down the terrorists…"

Clovis lost his smile for a moment and then smiled brilliantly. Even Schneizel was slightly surprised at how his brother was able to switch on the masks. It was something else that he admired about the brother of his, but he should at least learn to keep them in check rather than having to dig deep to put them back.

"Tell father that he does not need to worry, Prime Minister. I, Clovis la Britannia will get rid of the terrorists," Clovis said confidently with a wave of his right hand.

When it came to, perhaps, false promises, Clovis was really attuned to delivering an award winning performance when proclaiming them. Of course this was a serious matter and he would have Bartley try to solve it quickly before Schneizel decides to send Cornelia into his area.

If his sister ends up coming here, he would be shipped back to Pendragon, Clovis was certain of it. He didn't want to return home like a disgraced soldier who fled with his tail between his legs in the face of a little mountain.

For his beloved reputation, that kind of a stain wasn't wanted.

Schneizel smiled, "I'm not talking to you as Prime Minister, Clovis; I am talking to you as your brother…" the prince paused just to allow the words to sink in. "In any case, I have already assured father that you will not disappoint. If there is anything that you need just call me, and I will lend you my hand. No one even needs to know about it."

But his pride would take a hit.

Clovis would rather avoid that now, not when he wasn't backed against a wall. It wasn't that he did not trust his brother. It was just that he did not wish to owe anyone anything. He wanted to do things himself to get the credit he deserves. The Emperor would never acknowledge him until he does something worthy in his eyes.

"I will be sure to call you if I do need the help," Clovis said, a bit nonchalantly. "Anything else?" Schneizel shook his head lightly. "Take care brother," having said that, Clovis cut off the communication line.

He sighed as he leaned back to his throne like chair. Perhaps if he had found Lelouch, things would have been a little better. They used to get along just fine with the brother of his. But Lelouch was a little gifted and Schneizel had liked him the most because they could play the crappy games of chess in a way that would please the man.

He could never give the man a good match, not that he was ever going to play the game again. He didn't even hold any love for it.

But still, he was sure he would have convinced Lelouch to join his side. He would be the Viceroy and Lelouch would be Sub-viceroy and they would rule this area in ways that he liked. Oh well, things hadn't gone according to plan when he could not find his brother and sister but it was alright. He would manage things in his way.

With Schneizel

"When did you last speak to His Majesty?" Kanon asked, standing beside the white prince.

"About two weeks ago," Schneizel said. Knowing where his right hand man as going with his question, the prince added. "I just needed something to make him wake up a little."

There had been no concerns from the Emperor. The man hadn't seemed concerned about what was happening in area 11… well at least that was for now; there would be a day he would be asking questions. Just to be prepared, Clovis would need to be doing his job on his toes.

The Emperor would no doubt think of replacing him if he thought he was incompetent. For Clovis, that would be shameful and he was sure that his loving public would mock him and it would break him. To avoid that, Schneizel was merely moving things in a way that would work best for both of them in the end.

"When he first got to Area 11, Clovis was most focused on finding Lelouch but when that proved fruitless, he retreated. Still, there has been a rise of terrorism in his Area. You must not forget that other areas are watching. We simply cannot allow an Area to have that level of disruptive military actions. It would just give others motivation to try it," the white prince added. "Lelouch would have been doing a better job…"

"You think so?"

"I know so…" Schneizel said. "Clovis could never match up to Lelouch's intelligence and I'd thought that he would grow up into someone who could match me. Even at a very delicate age, he could force a draw with me in a game of chess… it is a pity that he died…"

Meanwhile, with the thought dead prince…

It was remarkable that just one single Empire could dominate the world. Britannia brought fears into many of its enemies and opponents. The empire led by Charles zi Britannia crushed any who dared stand in its way. Lelouch was also a victim of the Empire's wrath.

The EU was the only union left standing with both its feet, but it would not be for long, not with Schneizel leading the charges.

He hadn't done anything wrong to incur the wrath though. He had merely requested that the man who made himself to be his father by name do something in the murder of his mother, but he had been thrown into the wolves den. Worse, the man had a leash on the wolves and he was thrown in to be devoured.

But Lelouch was a survivor. He had survived when his homeland invaded Japan. He had survived the bloody gruesome war that left the country damaged and many Japanese crying for it to all just end. When it did end, they were left staring at the barrel of Britannia's knightmare frames.

Still, Lelouch snaked through everything and avoided the war, even the Emperor's people who were no doubt looking for him. The world had thought the man wouldn't invade a country where his children resided, but he proved them wrong and Britannia did not weep. He and his beloved sister were just commoners who had lived the lives of aristocracy because the loathsome blood of the Emperor diluted their system.

The thought of the Britannian aristocracy made his blood boil. Lelouch would honestly abolish those titles if he took the chance to topple the Emperor from his throne. He did recognize that he would have to go through Schneizel el Britannia, but nothing was impossible.

Rivalz nudged Lelouch on his shoulder, seeing the black haired was looking absent minded with his right hand resting over his head. He was still in the middle of a chess game. How could he be so casual during this time when the stakes were so high?

"If you're going to sleep, don't you think you should the end match first?" Rivalz asked. Besides, it was already time for them to leave the place and return to school before someone starts calling. It would probably be Shirley who does call. Despite everything, Milly never bothered about their behaviour to bunk classes. It was a curious case, but he never questioned.

Lelouch managed to smile as one eye danced around the chess board while the other moved about the noble – who looked annoyed, perhaps even frustrated. He could understand. He wasn't even taking the match seriously and he had expected a bit of a challenge from the man.

"Just three more moves…" the former prince said idly as he moved his king.

And three moves later, it was checkmate. The noble stared for a few moments before shaking his head. To lose a game to a child and this badly: He hadn't even managed to take more pieces from the brat and the ones he managed to take were just pawns.

The man lay back to his chair and folded his hands. He stared at the brat before speaking. "You don't find many young ones playing this good. Who taught you?"

Lelouch merely smiled. "It is all in the head. The only things you need to be taught are the rules and understanding of how the pieces move. The rest is up to your mind to strategize on how you play and move your pieces. Most likely, if you don't possess a strategic mind, you won't be any good…" the former prince explained lightly.

"You have a sharp mind, are you willing to do some 'harmless' work for me?" the noble asked. "I play some high stakes games and I'm bleeding a lot of money. If you can play for me, I can triple what I am going to give you now…"

Lelouch smiled. That was a first. He had never received an offer like that before, but he wasn't going to take it like that. Sure, he thought he would be able to pull through, but playing in a game of such high stakes opened the door for more people to know. When it was private like this, he could get away without people knowing his identity.

Who knew who he would meet in such a game?

"Give me your contact details and I will contact you after I think about it," Lelouch said to the man.

The man snapped his fingers and a man holding a briefcase walked over and handed over the case to Rivalz, but the card with the contact detail was handed to Lelouch.

Lelouch said his farewell and departed from the house with Rivalz holding the case of money. He didn't even to check it to see if the man had paid him real money or the full amount. Nobles and their pride wouldn't allow them to rob him. They always paid in full.

"Are you really going to take that job?" Rivalz asked Lelouch as the two rode back to Ashford Academy on his bike. It could be dangerous and he didn't want his friend to be involved in anything that would put both of them at risk.

Lelouch listened to the sound of the highway road for a few seconds before mustering a response to his friend. "Of course not," the former prince said with a bit of nonchalance as he threw the piece of paper away.

The black haired said nothing further as he turned his attention towards the Britannian part of the country. It had been rebuilt to suit the high standards of the so-called superior race. They had flocked into the country like cockroaches running after leftovers. They had made this country theirs and now owned it.

The Japanese or numbers were now living in poverty, slums while the Britannians milked the riches of the country. The cruel system that devoured the weak and enriched the strong. Lelouch hated that system. He especially hated the man who preached it with such passion that you'd think he'd been breast fed the ideal and the ideal was imprinted to his very DNA.

Perhaps it was…

Back when he was enjoying the life of a prince, he had never looked at things in this way. Perhaps it was because he never saw it as he was shielded from seeing the ugly face to the world by the high walls of Aires Villa.

Maybe he was merely thinking about it now because his sister was weak. Her dream was a beautiful world where there was no discrimination against the weak. She wanted the perfect world where everyone could be treated as an equal.

If she could see that the numbers were treated as just numbers not humans; they were just a count – remove the other and you could still add another one – her heart would crumble. His poor little sister. Well, he had to protect her from this world and he wanted to see that perfect world come to a reality.

But how would he go about that?

"Sometimes I worry about you buddy…" Rivalz said. Lelouch had not been responding when he spoke and he could only guess the black haired was once again lost in his thoughts. It was happening a lot more regularly these days.

"Hmm?"

"This is what I am talking about…" Rivalz said with a shake of his head. "Are you having relationship problems? Though it would be cruel if you got a girl without even talking to me and I imagine Shirley will be heartbroken when she does find out about it…"

Lelouch raised an eye brow in question. "What are you talking about?"

Pendragon

The Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire was sitting on his throne, head resting on the palm of his left hand, thinking. He didn't really care about the trivial wars occurring around the world, but he did need his empire to conquer so that he could get closer to his grand ambition.

Admittedly, life was a little boring now with Marianne only making temporary visits to him. He had his brother, but his brother had already betrayed him. Dealing with that could wait; the plan was the ultimate goal.

A possessed Knight of Six walked into the throne room from behind, smiling. "You look as if you are plotting something, Charles," the young girl said.

The emperor didn't change his posture as he responded. "I'm thinking of something," he admitted in a quiet tone.

"What? Everything with the plan is going smoothly…"

"The Empire," Charles said. "I have been keeping Schneizel busy by having him do all the work while I handle important things. He has been doing a rather good job without straining himself. If he is left unchecked, the truth might dawn on him. Out of all my children, he is the only one who could be a problem."

"Cornelia?"

"Cornelia is a soldier and will do as told," the Emperor was quick to say.

She also loved her empire so much that she wouldn't even do anything against it. Besides, he could control her by just saying Euphemia. That was her one weakness, but it was a different matter with Schneizel. The Prime Minister couldn't be controlled by those means.

Admittedly, the Emperor didn't have any hold on Schneizel. The man just did not do anything stupid because he knew who he was dealing with. Charles didn't become the king of Britannia by being stupid.

"Are you that worried?"

The Emperor let out a small snort at the question. It was unbecoming for a king, but it couldn't be helped at the situation. "Schneizel just has things easy and that isn't fun at all. There isn't anyone to challenge him. Cornelia is just focused on dismantling her opponents and can be disabled quiet easily."

"There really isn't anyone to challenge him," Marianne said, but then frowned. "You're not thinking of bringing back our son, are you?"

Ashford Academy

Student Council Room

Lelouch was sitting alone in the council room, going through the internet looking at things that were occurring around the other countries and Area's Britannia has monopolized. Perhaps it was the paranoia but he always believed that it was best to be prepared about everything and that meant knowing more about his enemy – Britannia.

Life was going smoothly at this stage and he was still able to take care of Nunnally's needs with the money he made from gambling, but he considered the fact that it would not last forever. He did not see himself doing this in the foreseeable future and besides, he still needed to plan for his revenge.

To get the Charles, he needed to get through his layer of protection. Lelouch didn't care how big the country was. He had been studying Britannia's military might over the years and what he has come to realize is that the country relied too much on its numbers rather than quality.

They didn't have too many quality commanders to lead their army. Sure Cornelia was capable and was the best the Empire had to offer in Military, but that was all. He could not count the slithering snake in the name of Schneizel as the man was used by the Emperor to ensnare people with his silver tongue.

The thought that trying to fight Britannia was nothing short of a suicidal mission wasn't an obstacle to Lelouch that stopped him from plotting. He did not have the necessary tools to take the steps now, but the opportunity would represent itself and he would gain his revenge against that loathsome man standing atop of Britannia.

Milly walked into the room and silently closed the door behind her. She even considered locking it to give herself and Lelouch some time, but she decided against it. There would be no one to budge in the room in the next minutes and it wasn't like she had to worry about anyone overhearing them talk about classified information.

The blonde student council president walked over to Lelouch, who had his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. It wasn't for the first time she was catching him in this position, looking through Britannia's military actions in other parts of the land.

It made her curious and even despite being herself; Milly could never bring herself to ask anything about it because Lelouch's history was a touchy subject that has at times brought out some emotional burst outs and darkness in him that frightened her.

The blonde settled on the desk in front of Lelouch and folded her hands across the former prince with her eyes firmly glued on his face. It took a few moments for Lelouch's eyes to meet hers and when he did, he smiled for moment, but the smiled dropped when he saw that she wasn't smiling.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were planning on returning to the fold of Britannia's imperial court," Milly said in a somewhat of a strong tone that was mirrored by some by mixed emotions – which Lelouch didn't seem to catch.

The former prince scoffed in distaste at the thought of returning to that cursed place. The imperial court was infested by vultures who would no doubt try to eat him alive. He was the son of a mere commoner and Lelouch really didn't like them. Really, if the EU dropped a bomb in Pendragon, he would take a camera and run all the way to the mother city just to cover the story.

"I can't imagine myself walking before those greedy snakes," Lelouch in a whisper.

Would his sister even survive in that kind of a place? They would certainly look at her as if she was prey. He would not allow it of course, but still, he did not see himself returning there just to be used by the Emperor – he didn't know if he would be able to hold himself from lunging at the man to strangle him with his bare hands if he was forced in his presence.

He resented that man and the thought of him looking at him with those uncaring eyes, darkened his mood as it was now.

"I would love to see the looks on their faces when they do realize that I am alive though…" the prince thought with a wicked smile.

"You're thinking of revealing yourself? You have done everything in your power to hide your identity and since it has been really long, only those from your family would be able to recognize you," Milly said. She would be surprised if the black haired was thinking of making his survival known. It would certainly undo every effort he put in trying to hide from the Emperor – the man who he believed was trying to kill him.

Well, it did look that way. What kind of a father sends war machines with only one purpose of destroying into a land when his children are in that land? They had still been young, and had been abandoned, to fend for themselves. They had survived though.

Milly could only imagine how hard it must have been for Lelouch to carry a blind and crippled innocent girl around a warzone, while looking over his shoulder for people who might be coming after their lives.

Perhaps this was why she could at least understand some part of his righteous fury towards the Emperor.

"Don't be ridiculous, that thought hasn't even slipped my mind even in my worst nightmares," Lelouch said with a blank look on his face. "Something like that would put your family in trouble though. I have been hiding here, and considering how that man handles things, anything could happen."

Milly nodded in agreement. "Why do you spend time looking at this things. I thought you were over the life of royalty? Are you concerned about your siblings?"

Lelouch snorted. His beloved was Nunnally and perhaps the only other person was Euphemia. The others had their own deals with the devil. "Terrorist attacks have become common in this area, and Clovis has been unable to clamp it down. The JLF is doing the more damage though…" when the former prince paused, Milly quickly spoke.

"You're following these things quite well…"

Lelouch shrugged. "It's common news; anyone who watches the real news knows about it. Most Britannians are just ignorant of it, but I have to worry because if the heat increases in this country, the Emperor will send someone capable that will prove to be risky for me."

Another reason was that he did it to alleviate the boredom. School was boring to him, there was nothing that he didn't know and seriously, attending classes was just for formalities. He didn't need to go to class to pass the exams. If they would allow him, he would choose not to attend any classes.

"The more military actions occur around the country, the more journalists do stories and cover things. One, day, you might even be seen by someone who knows you, and if that happens and the Emperor finds out, you'd be in trouble," Milly concluded, earning a nod from Lelouch. "It would be sad if it happens…"

Lelouch nodded again, but said nothing further.

Silence settled in for a few moments before Milly spoke. "My grandfather is trying to arrange for a marriage for me to nobleman to reclaim the family's noble status…"

Lelouch stared at the blonde for a long minute: there was nothing in her expression that clearly spelled what she thought about this whole matter. What did he expect though? This was Milly; she could be unreadable when she wanted to be. She was also a difficult one to crack. You could never know her secrets unless she willingly divulged them.

He knew about this whole operation. Maybe it had been the paranoia in him that thought the family would think of returning him to Pendragon and fix him up with Milly just to regain their status, but if the plan had been there, it was crushed when he informed them that the loathsome Emperor had sent people to kill him.

Still, what was so beautiful about being noble that Ruben would be willing to sacrifice his granddaughter just for it? The privileges, perhaps? Well, this was the game that aristocracy played in order to gain and regain their privileges.

"Once your life becomes familiar with a certain standard of life, it becomes difficult to live when that level has been stripped away from you. If you were privileged and suddenly you're forced to live without that status, you become lost because you simply don't know how to live without your past glory," Lelouch said in a thoughtful tone. "But your family has done well to survive…"

"It is just this academy, no more riches that would make it possible for the family to take care of both you and Nunnally without a scratch," Milly said. Not that she needed to be rich to live her life. She just needed to do what was best for the family – as was expected of her.

Growing up, she had known that she might possibly fall into this trap, but still not in this kind of situation. Well, this was the reality. Lelouch may have faced something like this if he had stayed as a Prince.

If she was being made to marry a prince and heir to the throne Lelouch, then she wouldn't have complained. But he was not a prince. He had renounced his claim to the throne and was just Lelouch Lamperouge, not vi Britannia.

"Is there anything I can to do help?" Lelouch asked. If she didn't want it, he would do his best to help her. Milly was a precious friend after all. How long has he known her?

Milly put on a strange expression on her face as she asked in a calm tone. "What can you do Lelouch?" It seemed like a curious question, but it was one that hit the prince hard.

What could he do?

He had nothing. He wasn't a prince, just living normally without any real influence in anything. Sure he could make money by gambling, but what could he do? The question that dragged him down wasn't necessarily 'what could he do' but 'who was he to think he could help her?' In this form, he was powerless.

If Clovis discovered him here, he would be screwed in every form of the word. In this form, there was nothing he could do to protect Milly. Worse of all, if the terrorists decided to use this academy and hold it hold hostage, he would be powerless to do anything.

He couldn't even run for two minutes without sweating.

How was he even going to get his revenge on the emperor if he couldn't even save Milly – that is if she wanted to be saved? What did he have that he could use? He had his mind and a chess board. In reality that translated to just mind, but he had no pawns, no queen, no bishops and no knights. He was powerless.

But his enemies had all the tools and just one word from that man could crush him.

Milly came to realize perhaps she had asked the wrong question and quickly tried to correct herself, but before she could say anything, Lelouch closed his laptop and stood up. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, Lelouch…"

The former prince shook his head. "It is alright…"

From where Milly stood, she could see it wasn't.

"What can I do, really, Milly?" The bitterness in his tone made Milly regret saying what she did. Perhaps she should have not said anything. The blonde merely watched Lelouch stalk away: possibly going to plot ways in which he could arm himself with power.

When Lelouch opened the door, Shirley was right outside. The girl gave him a look. "Lulu, you missed classes, again!"

Lelouch didn't say anything. He was much absorbed in his thoughts to even notice the girl or what she was saying. He just stalked away.

Shirley drew a confused look as she stepped into the student council offices and stared straight at Milly. "What-"

Milly didn't allow the girl to ask the question she was about to ask. She merely smiled slyly as she spoke in a teasing tone. "Did Shirley run all the way from class because she was worried about her dear Lulu?"

That was a better way to stop the girl from asking questions about things she didn't need to know. Perhaps she shouldn't have said something like that to Lelouch of all people. She knew how a part of his mind worked and whatever would be planned up now would be something that would get him power.

Lelouch was smart enough to plot schemes that would make her skin crawl. The former prince didn't even have any interest in everything that was around him, not school, not the feelings that some people, like Shirley offered to him. It wasn't to say he didn't care about friends – Milly knew that Lelouch cared for his friends.

"I was worried," Shirley responded firmly. "If Lulu doesn't attend classes, he will fail. He barely even passes!"

A thought sneaked into Milly's head – it wasn't that Shirley didn't make a fair point, but nothing was really going to change. Milly wasn't going to bother wasting her effort knowing that Lelouch saw school as something trivial. He had no plans to graduate and work for some company, and so for him, a school was a waste of time.

"Don't worry Shirley, Lulu won't fail," Milly said. "I know you're concerned that if he gets held up for not attending classes, you won't be his classmate anymore…" the blonde added with a wide smile

Later

"Onii-sama," Nunnally greeted happily as her brother walked into their home. She could never mistake the sound of his footsteps for anyone. She didn't need to see to tell if her brother was back home… the sound gave it all away.

Lelouch's mood had been a little sour at his own lack of power, but upon seeing his sister smiling at him, he smiled and the dark cloud that had been following him disappeared without a trace. The former prince wished his sister could see how beautiful her smile was.

The former prince walked over to his sister with a smile of his own. Once he was close to her wheelchair, he knelt down and spoke. "Nunnally," he said softly. "How was your day?"

"It was great…" the girl went on to happily explain what she had done during the day while her brother listened carefully, watching her lips move up and down. Once she was done, Lelouch smiled.

"You had a lot fun with Sayako today," he said with a smile.

Nunnally nodded. She wanted to say something but her lips shut as she became thoughtful. "I almost forgot, Milly was here earlier looking for you…" the girl said in a strange tone. "Is there something wrong brother?"

"Nothing," Lelouch said with a smile. "What makes you say that?"

Nunnally considered telling her brother that his hands had twitched slightly as the mention of Milly and that the blonde had sounded a little strained when she found out that he had yet to return home and that she had said something about his cell being off.

"Nothing," Nunnally said with a smile. "I thought there was something up…"

"Don't worry yourself, Nunnally," the former prince said in a calm tone. He stood up, "I'm going to my room for a few moments. I will be back soon…"

Having said that, Lelouch walked away from his sister… when he arrived in his room, he shut the door and went to throw himself in his bed. He closed his eyes, facing up. It had been a long and challenging day. At least it wasn't boring like most days and he managed to go somewhere with his plan for revenge.

Lelouch's phone vibrated from his pocket and he took it out: unknown number.

"Hello…"

"Lelouch…"

The former prince froze in his bed as he was quick to recognise the cold and distant voice that had banished him and said his demand for his mother's murderer's to be brought justice a mere childish rant.

End

I don't know if this will really become a story that I can pick up; it was just something I thought of and decided to write. There are stories in which Lelouch gets discovered by someone from the Imperial family, but I thought, what if the Emperor decides to call Lelouch?

It would make up for an interesting story… or so I think.

If I do decide to make something out of this, the pairing would obviously be Lelouch x Milly. I have always thought that Milly does love Lelouch and went on to do a little research about it. What would happen if I brought those two together into a marriage?

There are a lot of things to consider, and I will see how my planning goes. If my mind enables me to add another chapter and another, then I can make a story.

The Omnipresent Sage