Silvery Emperor, a code geass fanfic

AN: Dear readers, here is a new story from my humble pen. This story is, as some of you may have already guessed, the culmination of the striving of Dracorda di Britannia to fulfill his dream of creating his own empire and a legacy, that could be ruled by his successors.

In this work, I have made a personal commentary on most of the demagogues and rousing orators that exist in this world. Namely, they have slogans on their lips about a better world, or about their own (implicitly better) vision of the future, and give us a ready way to achieve it, while in fact (in the vast majority of cases) they pursue their own interests, or at best their own dreams just like Dracord.

I sincerely hope you liked the story. Nevertheless, I encourage you to constructively criticize your reviews as it will help me get better and therefore provide you with much higher quality work.

I apologize in advance for any grammatical or punctuation errors. If there are any, please mention this review, and in this case I invite you to read it, and have a nice day.

The Forge of Hephaestus, a place that offers people in it unimaginable, even incomprehensible, for an ordinary person power and possibilities, in shaping and forging the universe at their own will. The powers and energies that once fed this place were so powerful that he could easily meet the energy needs of all mankind for billions of years.

However, even such a powerful place has limitations. While people using the Forge of Hephaestus have always had the opportunity to forge and shape the entire universe almost unlimitedly, no one could change the rules governing the universe in any way. In addition, the Forge of Hephaestus could not be used continuously, because too drastic changes in too short a period of time threatened to collapse all reality, thereby destroying the universe. As if that were not enough, the forge had not been in operation for many centuries, and there was no guarantee that it would ever be operational again. The energy of the universe from which the forge drew all its power had been inactive for centuries, so that the forge's capabilities were only a shadow of its former power and might. However, despite these limits and fairly sizeable limitations, by its former possibilities, the site could be a powerful tool, or even a weapon, in the hands of those who had a complete vision of how to use it.

Getting to the Astral Plane and entering the Forge of Hephaestus was not egalitarian or exclusive. Access to this site can be briefly described as hyper-exclusive, because the requirements were three: to have Geass power or Geass code, at least half the presence of Atlantean blood in the veins, and a properly calibrated gate.

The first requirement, and therefore having the Geass power or Geass code, was given to a really small group of people. However, the second requirement was even more difficult, since few people have such a high level of superhuman blood in their veins. Since the destruction and sinking of Atlantis, the former inhabitants of this island have scattered to all sides of Terra, and only a handful of them have retained a strong concentration of their ancestors' blood. The last requirement was by far the most difficult, the only gate, which would allow entry into the Astral Plane, existed many centuries ago and was lost with the destruction of Atlantis.

However, it was possible for a man with half-blood status - or a man without a drop of Atantid blood, to be transformed by the use of a forge into the status of pure Atlantis, blood considered by many to be Übermenschen blood, homo superior blood.

However, the process of forging people in the last fifty years has only happened once. The effect of using the Forge of Hephaestus to forge a man was just spreading to a place called the Forge. A place much further than any ordinary human might imagine on the Astral Plane, far beyond reality.

Dracord di Britannia, fourth prince of the Holy Bitannian Empire, Grand Duke of Texas, Earl of Austin and hand of the emperor, got to the astral plane via the Star Elevator, built by his people and located in the basement of Dragonstone, a great and majestic palace with many themes alluding to dragons and built on the orders of the Silver Dragon.

The Star Elevator that Prince Dracord's men built over the years was built with the moment in mind. The gates themselves were remarkably similar to the Winds of Thought, structures spread all over the world and connected directly to the collective unconscious of mankind.

The Prince entered the Astral Plane with the certainty of his triumph, pleased with the one moment he had waited for many years. The moment when his father, and the Emperor of Britannian empire, begins his great Ragnarök Connection. A great plan, which on paper was to bring eternal peace to the world of people, would in practice lead to a state of constant stagnation, in addition, it was doomed to failure. However, it made no difference to the man many called the Silvery Dragon. For Prince Dracord, all that mattered was the realization of his own plan, his dream, the fulfillment of which would allow him to become completely free, soar on wings like a dragon, all to the accompaniment of the screams of his enemies burnt to ashes.

"How is it good to finally find a place that my ancestors used to use and that will now serve my plan to go down in history, while leaving behind a wonderful legacy." The prince said proudly, with a smile unheard of for him, full of great passion, characteristic of a man following his dream, no matter what cost he would have to pay in the pursuit of his ultimate goal.

Then, his body manifested within the Astral Plane. The prince has changed in the few months since he fought his great fight in Hokkaido and brutally pacified the Black Rebellion. Once a short-haired and ever menacing young man, he has become a long-haired man with a seemingly apathetic expression on his face. His hair was slimy and so was his unnaturally very pale skin. His once bright purple eyes were now close to those of a corpse, from which all life had completely vanished. Once an ever-threatening and frightening tyrant who radiated his inhuman presence, he became a calm and polite man who seemed to emanate his great passion on everything but still remained a giant, over two meters tall. He no longer wore a suit, this time, his wardrobe was much more impressive and at the same time unheard of these days. Prince Dracord, replaced the extravagant light gray suit with plate, but unexpectedly light, armor, entirely made of high-quality silver, with the dragon's head on the breastplate facing the left. At the waist, he wore a beautiful rapier, made in the same way as the armor, in high-quality silver, and at the same time decorated with dragon motifs, the same that he had received from the long-deceased Empress Marianne for his birthday many years ago. Admittedly, the prince's attire, coupled with his light gray hair, seemed to really make him a Silvery Dragon.

By observing everything around him, the prince noticed that his surroundings were basically almost exclusively dark outer space, illuminated by millions, perhaps even billions, of celestial bodies concentrated in constellations or other clusters. However, there was something that made this place a real forge, it was a simple steel anvil, located right in the center of the forge. The Silvery Dragon, after a brief delight, began to head towards the center, to the anvil, to take advantage of the fraction of the power that the Astral Plane offered him at that moment. Even in its dormant and subdued state, the forge allowed many possibilities to the one who was at its center and tried to use its powers.

Dracord stopped in front of the anvil, then in a theatrical and truly dramatic way, he placed his hand on it, and after a quick blink, his eyes changed. Violet spheres on a white background were instantly replaced by silvery wings resembling a bird in flight, against a dark purple background. An infallible sign that the prince had activated his Geass, which because of his superhuman blood was special, different from the rest, but not unique.

"Let the energy of the universe present here submit to my will!" He commanded, and his command sounded like the roar of a real dragon. The echo continued for a few more seconds, and seemed to echo throughout reality. The silvery birds from his eyes set off, and now after a while the anvil began to change its color, from metallic and raw to dark blue, seeming to have something magical in its essence. Something has happened that has not happened in many centuries, man began to use power and energy coming straight from the universe. the duke of Britnai did not waste time admiring his own triumph, instead he ordered the forge to show him what is currently taking place in the Akasha Sword, because the event from that place was of key importance to him, especially in the context of the implementation of his final plan, and at the same time his dreams .

This was ironic in a sense, since the Prince of Britannia was more concerned with supernatural events than the empire's current war against the Black Knights and the United Federation of Nations, which had arisen just a few days ago. He did not care about the detonation of the Freyja warhead in the middle of the Tokyo Settlement, nor even the civilians or soldiers who had died in the battle. Not. The real object of the prince's interest was the finalization of his great dream, of having his own empire, his own legacy, thanks to which he would be remembered until the end of the world. A legacy that he will be able to pass on to his successor. The legacy he would eventually receive from his blood.

He hadn't even noticed how a mighty being manifested behind his back that surpassed even his power in power. Guardian of Time-Space, Collective Universe Consciousness, Personality of the Universe, Defender of the Universe are just some of the names that have been given to this entity over the centuries. A being that for many millennia has guarded the balance in the universe, taking care of its balance, ensuring that it will never be destroyed.

The Silvery Dragon, though initially overlooking his long-dead mother's long-time friend, was able to sense her.

"So you've come, Diana. It's nice to meet you again, many months have passed." He spoke, then turned to her with all his dignity and majesty. The name Diana was given to the guardian by Prince Dracord himself, because this entity at that moment had the appearance of a beautiful woman with raven black hair that reached the middle of the neck with its length, except for a few front strands, which were well below the jaw in size. The Silvery Dragon decided that Diana's name would be best for this being, the Space-Time Keeper did not protest and accepted the name, despite his being asexual. It was quite surprising. Perhaps the Keeper of Space-Time wanted to look like a human in this way. Perhaps the Time-Space Keeper was trying to gain something like that. It is difficult to speculate about the intentions of the Space-Time Keeper, for the only certainty is her will to keep the universe alive.

"It looks like your dream will come true." She responded with a little joy as he greeted him. The prince had helped her maintain the existence of the universe for many years by eliminating those who threatened its balance, so it was natural that she decided to pay him back after For many years, she provided him with vital intelligence, and as a result, Dracord was able to avoid failure many times or situations that would be extremely embarrassing for him. However, despite all the advantages and benefits that come directly from working with Diana , this collaboration could also be extremely embarrassing: while it was not too much of a problem to deal with unbalance-threatening individuals, sometimes the space-time keeper tended to mysteriously describe a target, at least at best.

Dracord smiled passionately and arrogantly at the same time. - Indeed, Diana, - then he turned his back to her, once again looked at the anvil, which in its execution was extremely simple, one could even say that it was plain and devoid of any ornaments or craftsmanship, but for the Silver Dragon this fact remained without meaning even when it first appeared in this place.

"Indeed, soon the goal that guided me since the death of my twin brother will be achieved." He declared forcefully, but without raising his voice significantly. Then he raised his arm, which was almost entirely covered with a silvery armor, and in the few places free of silver you could see gray skin. - The destiny which I chose for myself will soon become a fact. The moment my father tries to use the energy of the Akashic Sword to transform all mankind at his will will be my moment of triumph. With or without Lelouch interference in what will come.

After these words, the prince quickly removed the gloves from his right hand, thereby revealing his hand as slimy as his face. However, his hand was otherwise as pale and slimy as his face, it was also covered with numerous scabs black with the concentration of pus, or other blisters and wounds, all filled with black fluid, an unmistakable sign of a disease progressing from childhood, effectively weakening his body and making it look repulsive. As if that were not enough, a significant amount of black liquid was also accumulated under the fingernails, the smell of which was unforgettable.

"At last I will get rid of this cursed disease that my mother unknowingly passed on to me." He added after a moment, with an obvious hint of resentment in his voice, smiling in the process at the very thought of repairing his own body.

Diana sighed as soon as she heard the pretentiousness in the tone of the prince's voice. "You know as well as I do, Dracord, that Rhaella had no intention of tainting you with this defect when she brought you into the world of the living."

The space-time keeper directly referred to the birth of the Silvery Dragon. When a prince was born, however, he was not born alive, instead deprived of the spark of life. Nevertheless, the unborn man was very lucky, for his mother's Geass was the ability to bring the dead back to the world of the living, but at the cost of his own life.

"I know that, Diana." Dracord replied impassively. -I know that my mother, Rhaella di Britannia, sacrificed her life so that I could live and make my life flourish. It is a pity that I did not foresee it after some time, my body will gradually and slowly die.

"It doesn't matter anymore, prince." Diana said coldly." Soon the vessel holding your soul will be reconstructed as your Geass code is forged. The dying process of your body will be stopped and completely reversed."

Dracord chuckled as soon as he heard her words. "Were there more cases like me in history?" He asked, then turned and looked straight into the guardian's eyes, undoubtedly demanding an answer.

"At least two," Diana replied impassively. "One of them occurred at the end of the golden age of the people of the Atlanteans, the second and last of this type occurred shortly before the great cataclysm."

Dracord just grunted in response, and once again, his attention was focused on the anvil. The prince approached, took a few steps ahead, then placed his devastated hand on the top of the anvil, thus establishing a direct connection with the forge and its mechanisms, or rather, forge systems.

Over the entire surface of the metal object, dozens - maybe even hundreds - of connections appeared immediately, emitting a dark blue light, imposing their color on the entire poorest space.

An amazing and unique atmosphere filled the entire Astral Plane. Even those tiny remnants of the old forge's power were powerful enough to almost stun the prince, but his concentration and focus on the purpose of his presence there was more than enough to keep Dracord from being overwhelmed.

Moments later, something comparable to a stellar nebula appeared on the horizon and in front of the anvil. However, what appeared to be a nebula began to change its form very quickly, and when this process was completed, you could see several platforms levitating in the sky and the setting sun. One of the platforms, the highest one, was covered with quite a lot of debris, which seemed to appear as a result of the collapse of the ancient Greek structure, but on the said platform stood a huge and great titan in the clouds - tall and wide man, father of Dracord, Charles zi Britannia.

The man who, by his will, began to play with things that he did not fully understand, was extremely pleased with himself, and more than confident in the success of his own plan.

Dracord slyly and proudly smiled, did it again, was more than pleased with himself. "Soon the goal will be achieved, my brilliant but at the same time incredibly stupid brother confronts our father. Of course, the result will be Lelouch's triumph, I have no doubts on that one point. ' The prince chuckled arrogantly, his eyes, though tired of the weakness, began to twitch and the smile on the dragon's face deepened, but he did not become maniacal or insane. It was simply a smile belonging to a man who came close to achieving his life goal. -A new era is born. The era of the European Empire, my magnum opus and the purpose of my existence, a goal that I had set for myself, just like any true Übermensch, and I have consistently pursued it.

Diana looked at him blankly. For many years, the ancestors of Dracord with whom she cooperated committed various crimes as they pursued their goals. However, the sight of a man who has probably committed most of the acts that mankind has crimes repeatedly did not arouse either disgust or sympathy.

"What kind of feeling is it?" She asked, her indifferent tone of voice that seemed to reflect her expression perfectly. "What kind of feeling is it?" She repeated the question once more, as soon as the smug prince turned and looked straight into her eyes, showing no signs of worry or concern.

"Quite nice." He replied quickly and briefly, but it wasn't over. -I have waited for this moment since the death of Phobos, my twin brother. I was waiting for this moment when I would be able to rise above the rest of humanity and become the emperor of my own empire. Less than five years had passed since I was sent to defeat Russia in 2013, it was a hard time, but with the help of my mother's immortal friend and the ability to have competent servants, I was able to overcome all adversities. Dracord's expression grew cold, stern and inhuman moment by moment, perfectly revealing his most powerful force, the power of fear that he had found to use. His Geass allowed him to effectively intimidate everyone around him, or those he spoke to, and were not, by his will, removed, from under his powers.

"It has been almost five years of constant struggle, intrigue, plotting, intensive planning and anticipating all potential variables." He continued, recalling all his achievements and deeds at the same time. He remembered everyone who was sacrificed during that time, because it was profitable, in the short or long term. "I have sacrificed a lot to fulfill my dream, my deepest and innermost desire. I am not going to back down, I am not going to regret all the deaths that were necessary to achieve my goal, I have no right to do so."

Diana looked at him with undisguised interest, until now those who followed her orders and at the same time strove to maintain the balance of the universe, at this point were obsessed with their dream, from which they were literally a stone's throw away, but not the Silver Dragon. "Do you regret something?" She asked him with undisguised interest, always doing this when one of the keepers of the universe was at this point in her life." Until now, all the answers to her question were always the same, no.

Dracord didn't answer right away, but he did. "I cannot, I have no right to regret, not when so many died for the realization of my dream." He replied in the same tone of voice, make the whole situation much more interesting for Diana. So far. Everyone who had been asked by her so far about her regret replied quickly and dispassionately that no. Now, however, something completely different happened. Something that genuinely surprised the collective consciousness of the universe and made its personification raise an eyebrow. A man who had been striving for many years to realize his dream replied that he had no right to regret his actions.

"Why?" She asked, and her interest in the words of the prince grew larger and greater. Mainly because these words of the prince completely contradicted all his actions that he had taken so far. For many years, pricne Dracord di Britannia, sacrificed many tens of thousands of people, sometimes they were insignificant soldiers or other types of subordinates, sometimes a trusted companion with whom he often spent many hours, he always pursued his goal, no matter how bloody it was. was, the prince always had a goal to which he pursued with a passion and a ferocity befitting a religious fanatic. Such a statement was, to say the least, surprising.

"Because as a superman who pursues his dream, I must necessarily and indisputably remain faithful to what I am striving for, as well as make sure that all the sacrifices I have made or suffered will not be wasted. I owe it to everyone who lost their lives because of me, it is my duty." He replied impassively, did not even blink, as if he was expecting this question. His gaze was proud and at the same time full of undisguised cunning. Diana knew perfectly well that Dracord was being completely honest with her at this point. She had spoken to him for many years, sometimes less frequently and sometimes more often, but the Silver Dragon had never spoken of anything like duty in a category other than mocking, at least up to this point.

"I've always thought ..." Diana started, then her face took on a mischievous and malicious expression. Her voice also became more playful and mischievous, almost provocative. -I wish everything you do and all that you sacrifice are for you insignificant details that do not need to be worried, that can be rejected and forgotten as you please.

If the collective consciousness - and at the same time the guardian - of the universe wanted to say something further, now it was no longer possible, for the Silver Dragon had begun to speak by itself. -If I were who you had me for so far, and if I were to forget everyone I sent directly or indirectly to the grave, I would not be a homo superior, striving for something more, for my own dream, and instead I would be destructive and dangerous to the world a psychopath, in addition with little limited power, allowing me to do almost only and exclusively what I want at the moment. However, I am not a self-destructive and degenerate fool who only does is destroy everything and everyone around me for my own lusts. No, I destroy and sacrifice things as well as the people who stand in the way of achieving my dream. All this for one and specific purpose, achieving my dream. I have sacrificed millions of human beings to achieve this, one particular person is engraved in my mind in particular.

Dracord immediately remembered the death of his personal, knight, squadron club commander and most importantly friend, true friend. Ray Beurling, or just Rai, as his real name probably sounded.

"You still remember him?" Diana asked, though without as much interest as before, the prince's answer clearly satisfied her and quenched her curiosity.

"Yes," although he replied confidently, his eyes lost austerity and instead began to slowly become a bit glassy and wet. It was clear that this topic was extremely painful for him. -I indirectly led to the death of my friend. After these words, he chuckled, but it was a sad laugh. "It's kind of funny, the death of family members or a twin brother didn't make me cry, even my mother's death never made me cry, but Rai's death did. Apparently, a true friend is worth more than a thousand relatives. It was probably the most important lesson in my entire life that I will not forget until the end of my days.

Dracord stared at Diane for a while, then turned his gaze to visions from the world of C. The Akashic Sword was already active, literally one step away from killing the collective unconscious of humanity and thereby making the entire species homo sapiens one mass, devoid of any features. individual. Two people had their backs to the so-called sword, a man and a woman, Charles z and Britannia and the late Empress Marianna vi Britannia. For the prince, the presence of the deceased empress was no surprise, he perfectly knew that the empress's soul was still among the living. About a year ago, the Silver Dragon discovered this while pacifying the Black Rebellion when he met the sixth Knight of the Round Table, Anya Alstreim.

However, three other persons stood in front of the imperial spouses. A young man bathed in purple, another young man, this time almost entirely bathed in white, and a woman with light green hair. Most important, however, was the man in the purple suit, furious but also full of tears that poured from his eyes like a waterfall, then fell on his extravagant clothes. It was irrelevant, however, because the young man's words mattered.

"What I want is the future!" He roared passionately, but it's hard to tell if it was more of a rage, or maybe it was despair, maybe it was both, just mixed and mixed, like a fruit cocktail.

"Your wish was granted, brother." Dracord announced, and a smile returned to his face, and he placed his hand on the anvil once more, with strength and power that seemed to reflect his personal might. "After which the Akashic sword began to crumble, as simply as a house of cards. Now, thanks to the energy that arises from the fall of the sword, I will restore the forge to a part of its former glory, I will forge my own Geass code, and then recycle some fragments of Terra to my liking.

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"I have a bad feeling about this," whispered Michael Augustus, aide to Archduke Augusta Henry Highland, clearly concerned, addressed his concerns directly to his superior, with whom he was staying in the House of Lords.

The Archduke of Euro Britannia, August Henry Highland, spent time with his adjutant and longtime friend at a session of parliament that was hastily convened, however not by the Archduke, but instead directly by the Prince Dracord di Britannia. The Silvery Dragon, ordered a meeting suddenly and unexpectedly, two weeks after the Battle of the Tokyo Settlement, which was largely destroyed by the battle and a large proportion of its population was exterminated, all thanks to the Freja warhead. The use of the aforementioned weapon caused quite a stir around the world, a large part of the deputies discussed it with great passion and no wonder, because here was a weapon that completely changed the balance of power, perhaps permanently and irreversibly, perhaps only for a few years, hard to say.

Augusta sat on his golden throne in a rather modern-looking and essentially dark boardroom, not that the whole room was shrouded in an almost impenetrable and depressive gray, but more about the general darkening and the predominance of blue. On the right hand of the archduke stood Michael Augustus, the adjutant, as always, extremely well-built and upright, despite the fact that he was already in his fifties.

The Archduke's adjutant scoured the entire halls with his watchful eyes, and he and Augustus were struggling to hold back a sigh, all because of the present situation. Since the failed coup d'état in the Euro Britannia, led by Shin Hyug Shaing, the late Grand Master of the Order of Saint Michael, the empire's satellite autonomy was severely limited, the best example of which was the conferring of supreme power in the state to a person who currently held the position of the emperor's hand, in hence the Duke of Dracord di Britannia was actually practically the absolute ruler of this satellite state. Such a strengthening of the power of the fourth prince of Britain was something that caused quite a stir at the time of entry into force, the entire imperial court was shocked, and other imperial children were agitated to the limit. Members of the House of Lords were also surprised by this fact, some perhaps even extremely agitated, but no one dared to express their disapproval of Prince Dracord, mainly out of fear of brutal repression on his part. Undoubtedly, key to the effective and long-lasting intimidation of all the most important nobles - not only from the European satellite of the empire - was the crime the prince committed years ago, the slaughter of one of the most powerful Texas families.

The heads of the Bluefire family, held the title of Earl of Austin, practically since Texas was incorporated into the lands of the empire, but a few years ago, the last representative of the family decided to reach for more, immediately after suppressing the rebellion, and his ambition turned out to be the cause of the destruction of the once powerful family. Prince Dracord, personally ordered brutal executions of all the rebellious nobles, but death was often a gracious sentence, as torture that led to death was alive out of the Middle Ages, such as cooking people alive, piece by piece, or literally skinning people and throwing them in salt water, no one even tried to hide it. But the worst fate befell the last members of the Bluefire family, for the prince personally ordered his local knight, Sir Brutus Strong, to tear the head of the heir of the family, brutally fatal rape of the count's two daughters and his wife, all in front of the head of the fallen family, and then the man this one was hanged on a piano string. Prince Dracord watched it all stoically, and never once looked unsure or frightened by his own actions, but he was neither pleased with them, nor even less proud of them.

"I have a bad feeling about it too, Michael." The Archduke murmured as he watched the members of the House of Lords arguing among themselves, or rather a herd of rats fighting among themselves, or so he saw them all. "I feel sick to be forced to observe all these rats, which even now, even in the face of unconfirmed rumors, have started a fierce struggle for power and influence. They all think only about their own interests, no one looks at the raison d'état and the common interest, which is at least repugnant and contemptible."

The Archduke did not often utter such words, it was safer for a person in his position not to say certain things, but as a man of honor he could not help but disdain the three most important aristocrats in the state, not counting himself, of course.

However, the reign of the Silver Dragon of Euro Britain was absolutely not the greatest problem of the Archduke and his aide, on the contrary, August and Dracord were allies, the Prince proposed the current Archduke for this position at a time when the extremely profitable gold mines in the Duchy of Alaska were exhausted. which saved the Highland House from collapse. From the time Augustus took office as Archduke of Euro Britain, the head of the Highland family became the prince's most faithful ally, and the family enjoyed the prince's favor, which in turn further strengthened the cordial relationship between the two. No, it was not the prince who was the main concern of the Archduke at this point, for his main concern was the aftermath of the rumors of the alleged disappearance, or perhaps even death, of Emperor Charles zi Britannia. It took just a few unsubstantiated rumors to start a chain reaction, and the old enemies either threw themselves at each other's throats or began to forge strategic alliances. There were many conspiracies and threads, but they all led to three rival nobles, the Duke de Tartuffe, the Count von Dachau, and the Duke of Redfield. All three of these aristocrats now hold the greatest power in the whole of Euro Britannia, and with their conquests during the last war with the EU, their lands and spheres of influence have doubled. Nevertheless, all of them are for some reason unable to join forces and form a common front against the Archduke and Dracord, as if someone were applying the principle of divide et impera against them, effectively escalating old disputes and provoking the rise of new ones, the Archduke and his adjutant did not they had doubts about who was responsible for it.

Augusta looked once more at the building where the plenary session of the House of Lords was to be held. The Archduke quickly drew attention to one subtle fact, namely, the extremely numerous presence of footmen in light gray armor and suits of the same color beneath them, and with a silver dragon applied to their breastplates, it was an unmistakable sign that the meetings were being watched over by the Dragon Knights, i.e. Prince Dracord. No one has paid much attention to it until now, but apart from the Archduke, everyone has ignored it. Augusta's brain immediately began to work, he quickly realized that Dracord was in control. But what? It's hard to say, but after a while, Augusta drew attention to the strange and invisible connection between this event, the start of the struggle for influence in Euro Britannia, and the rumors about the death of Emperor Charles.

Suddenly, the Archduke's eyes widened with shock as he understood what it was most likely leading to, but in the entire room only he realized what was most likely to come soon. The prince wanted to start this self-summoned meeting by speech, but he was deliberately late, thus forcing the waiting, and giving the most influential people time to plot and conduct conspiracies, perhaps hoping for some trouble.

Michael looked at his watch, realizing that the prince was already slack, very relaxed, then frowned in surprise.

"His height should have been here at least a quarter of an hour ago." He stiffened and kept an erect posture, then looked at the Archduke. -Should we start without its height?

August did not respond immediately, effectively suppressing any signs of shock, but he was not at all calm internally, his earlier feelings had not been suppressed in any way. He was internally torn, because on the one hand, he could remain faithful to his benefactor and his longtime ally, and thus agree to everything that this man wanted to do, even if August himself did not agree with it, or he could start a sitting The House of Lords without Dracord, but perhaps thus temporarily putting the fate of Euro Britain in the hands of a corrupt and depraved section of the aristocracy who would undoubtedly be able to vote him out. Neither of these options was perfect. The Archduke sighed, then decided to do what he thought was the lesser evil.

"God, bless Prince Dracord and his mind." He whispered softly, closing his eyes for a brief moment, then the lids parted to reveal the Archduke's determined eyes. "We will not begin the meeting without the speech of the prince." He turned his eyes to the adjutant.

"We are waiting for his majesty. All of this is filmed by cameras and most likely shown all over the world." He stated with iron determination in his voice as well as in his face. He leaned back on the chair, his hands folded so far on the backrests to the right and left. His eyes fell on the council room where the atmosphere was starting to become more and more dense.

"It will not end well," Michael whispered, so silent that the archduke did not hear it. Sweat started to run down his face and his jaw tightened tightly. - Whenever a heated discussion in this room begins, I secretly pray that the deputies will not stop making noise and scoffing at each other, because it can be a disaster.

From one of the first benches, a large and incredibly fat man with long blond hair, a smoothly shaven and greasy face, dressed in an elaborate and extravagant purple suit emerged. This man's gaze was filled with superiority to others and told a lot about himself. Indeed, the Duke of Tartuffe was as delicious as a peacock and as extravagant as Madame Deficit, but he was also extremely cunning and hypocritical, which secured him his present position.

"Honorable Members," he said, with his extremely calm and captivating voice, which perfectly masked his true nature. Then he turned to and towards Augusta. "Archduke, I would like to draw your attention to the absence of his Majesty, Prince Dracord di Britannia, defender of the empire and the hand of the emperor. It is extremely unfortunate, because it was His Majesty who with his speech was to begin its deliberations in our noble and dignified chamber. Therefore, I propose to start the deliberations, disregarding the presence of the Silver Dragon, who is apparently busy hunting for his victims, not necessarily on the battlefield, but in much more secluded place."

The last words were uttered with a distinct hint of malice and irony, to which part of the room laughed, apparently feeling what their leader was really up to. However, the second part of the assembled deputies responded by booing the words of the Duke who, in the meantime, had returned to his seat.

It was then that a man in his forties, with strong features and short black hair, dressed extravagantly, but with a distinct predominance of black in his robes, arose. The Duke of Redfield, that was the man's name, was a graduate of the most prestigious military academy on the outskirts of Pendragon, Fort Ricardo, that was the academy's name, the same academy that Prince Dracord once attended.

"It was a scandalous statement, in addition to a member of the imperial family!" He screamed furiously, but it was clear to most of the MPs present that these were merely appearances, presented to them for show, for Duke Redfield was known to be hypocritical beyond all measure. It is appropriate to describe him as a pragmatic opportunist, as well as a war criminal, because this man was famous for his notorious breach of all international conventions. The duke's soldiers often burned entire villages or towns, and the local population was murdered and raped, such was the fate of Smolensk, where, allegedly, to commemorate this event, the duke ordered to sow a birch, which was his family coat of arms. In addition, the Duke of Redfield repeatedly sold military equipment to the black market, as a result of which the troops he commanded were often deprived, to some extent, of the necessary equipment.

"Not enough that the duke insults the prince of the empire with his boiled and arrogant mouth, he also dare to disturb the established agenda !" Then he turned to the Archduke. "I am asking for this man to be excluded from further discussion and to deprive him of any further possibility to sit in this noble chamber!"

Redfield's words sparked an avalanche of screams and whistles, both with varying overtones. However, this was only the beginning, as there were some struggles between the deputies, so the guards were forced to intervene and calm the troublemakers.

"Archduke!" This time a rather slim and tall man, with long, straight and red hair, dressed modestly by noble standards, said. It was Count von Dachau. Of the three, he seemed to be the most decent, but those who knew him well knew that, like Duke Redfield and Duke Tartuffe, he did not shy away from using hypocrisy and deception for his own benefit. As if that were not enough, there was one fact that only a small group of people directly related to the count knew, namely his rather unique, but absolutely unacceptable by the majority of society sexual attraction towards minors, regardless of gender.

"Archduke!" He repeated, but much louder than before, and with much more power in his voice, drawing the attention of the whole room to himself, and causing any ongoing stabs to be temporarily dispelled. "I ask for at least five minutes off. The turbulence that has just occurred should be calmed down before the arrival of the prince, someone of his position should not appear before a chamber in which the deputies do not control their emotions."

The count undoubtedly wanted to say something else, but such an opportunity was very quickly taken away from him when the door to the hall was opened, and at first ten armed walkers entered, but their armored suits were dark purple, and then, the duke of Dracord di Britannia entered the hall. The Archduke and his adjutant stared at the prince, quickly noticing a certain change in his physical appearance. The silvery dragon was not as pale as it was a few weeks ago, his angular features had been smoothed so far, his hair was no longer straight, but seemed to be more curled, nevertheless, still flowing below his neck, on his back and chest. His eyes, though still purple, changed a lot, because although they seemed human at first, after looking at them, it was easy to see that they were not at all human, but instead reptilian. Moreover, the prince stopped wearing his silver armor and instead donned a light gray leather suit with a white scarf around the neck, a dark purple cape on his back and golden epaulettes on his shoulders. There was also one more and no less important change, the prince no longer exuded inhuman presence and aura around him.

"Lords!" Every heard his voice as soon as he stood on the podium, in the middle of the hall. In front of the rostrum there was a table with the tsarist scepter, which no one had ever taken since Lord Julius Kingsley was dismissed from his role as military adviser. From that moment on, the imperial scepter was in the building of the house of lords, thus reminding all deputies of their subordinate role to the empire.

"Dear and honorable deputies."The prince continued, his appearance made the whole hall literally silence and died, not even a fly would dare to fly to disturb the silence. "Archduke, may I begin the speech and thus the deliberations of the chamber?"

"It is not for me to grant any permission to a member of the imperial family and the Prince of Britannia." The Archduke replied, not hiding his own surprise. Thus, he gave permission for the prince to speak.

Dracord nodded, then cast a peculiar look across the room. It was peculiar because the expression in his purple eyes was a mixture of both his own superiority and contempt for most of the crowd. The prince watched and looked around the room for a moment, then crossed his arms behind his back and, still looking around from time to time, began to speak.

"Gentlemen, honorable lords, noble members of this distinguished house." It is a great honor for me to be able to perform in front of this respectable group. Looking at you, I can see that, thanks to the recent conquests of Euro, Britain and its ruling class have made significant progress at what they are best at. Honestly, and from my dragon's heart, I would like to see significant economic progress in all your domains, but of course, the circumstances are not always so favorable that the progress would be as we would like it to be. "Speaking of which he literally measured each deputy with his eyesight, he carefully studied every soul that his watchful and dragon eyes met."

The prince's speech caused a few applause, but it was only a few people, the vast majority of the deputies retained restraint in this regard, limiting themselves to observing and nodding their heads occasionally, showing their support for the prince's speech, but in an extremely limited way.

"However," his voice was a little softer this time, as if he wanted to calm them all down and relieve any tension. "Since the inception of Euro Britain, I have been an undeniable sponsor of this satellite state, I have financed many public projects and investments, I have relocated many hundreds of factories here, equipped with modern production lines. Thereby, laying a strong foundation for the well-being of our citizens and the strength of our army. My factories have produced, produce and will produce the highest quality equipment for the Euro-British army. I gave people houses by rebuilding them in dilapidated cities and building new ones. People living or settling in this country often received low-interest loans that helped them to get back on their feet after the devastating war. I initiated the construction of new cities and new communication threads. By caring for the welfare of the lower and middle classes of society, I laid the foundation for the power of this country, while leaving you, at the top, full freedom of action, which you have truly used to the limit."

"Nevertheless, lords, I have something to confide in you." Word by word, his voice grew stronger and more decisive, and finally became almost scary, and certainly respectful. "Giving you freedom, I sincerely counted that your personal interests and ambitions would be of secondary importance to you, while the interests of the citizens of this state would be of primary importance to you, and that you would try with all your strength to improve the lives of our emperor's subjects, thus developing our society by making it stronger."

There were murmurs around the room, sometimes restless, sometimes dripping with horror. The trinity of the most powerful men in Euro Britain looked anxiously at each other, especially the Duke de Tartuffe, who began to sweat very quickly.

Augustus looked at the prince stoically, he already understood the prince's plan, he knew what the Silver Dragon was striving for. After a brief moment of watching his benefactor, he closed his eyes and sighed. -So the emperor is really dead. -He whispered, but no one heard anything, neither his sighs, let alone his whisper.

"This, however, turned out to be just my wishful thinking, expressed in my time for the sake of our society and future generations." He continued, giving everyone a cold, authoritative and dangerous look, as if he wanted to tear everyone he looked at. "When I came here, I quickly noticed how you used the freedom given to you. Fractional struggles for power and influence, nepotism, opportunism, corruption, and finally the disappointingly disastrous management of one's own domains, often leading to hunger and death for tens of thousands of citizens."

Some first-row deputy yawned, most likely due to fatigue and boredom, but unfortunately he did as soon as the prince had finished speaking. Dracord wasted no time, took off one of his leather gloves, and threw it forcefully at the deputy, surprising everyone at the meeting.

"Betrayal!" He roared furiously, but his voice quickly returned to its cold calm and composure. "The whole situation cannot be described otherwise, because you are literally tearing this country apart at the expense of ordinary people and their well-being. I am not in parliament, but in an ordinary and ordinary casino where dozens of players are fighting for money."

"Scandal!" One of the deputies shouted, then rose, the Duke of Redfield clearly out of control. "These stupid accusations are groundless and inconsistent with the prince of the empire. You're crazy."

Dracord just waited for such words, but restrained himself from a malicious and haughty smile. "And you're a scum, Redfield!" He spoke a little louder than before, but it wasn't a scream. "And this is not a parliament, let alone a chamber of honor, at best the best proof that the feudal system has long ago become obsolete and full of distortions."

After these words, he placed his hands on his sides, and with shoe and pride he began a statement. "Hereby dissolves this chamber, and I also announce the separation of Euro Britannia from the empire. Sir Hans!"

Suddenly, literally as if on cue, a tall man entered the hall, dressed in a light gray and two tunic uniform, as well as a half-cape in the colors of imperial purple and hung on a silver chain over his right shoulder. His straight, dark blonde hair was literally flowing down his back. His blue eyes were as stern and emotionless as his face and mouth. This man entered the plenary hall accompanied by twenty armed walkers. Doing so immediately caused anxiety among assault rifles, who either panicked or hurled insults at Dracord.

"Your Highness." Sir Hans said, as soon as he came face to face with his suzerain. He clearly expected orders from the prince.

Dracord only gave him a brief glance, then turned away, only to look directly at the Archduke. -Take them all out! -He ordered in an authoritative and threatening voice at the same time. None of his men dared oppose his orders.

"Yes, Your Majesty," replied Sir Hans, and after paying a respectful bow, he ordered the men under his command to proceed. -Get started!

The walkers who came with him, as well as those who secured the plenary room, immediately began to approach the assembled, ordering them to leave the room immediately, and forcibly leading out the more reluctant people. One of the deputies, who was particularly rude towards the soldier, had to be treated with a rifle butt to be able to lead him out relatively calmly. However, apart from one case, in principle no one caused much trouble, even the Archduke and his aide were allowed to be led out peacefully. In spite of the fact that the mouths brought forth a lot of insults and threats, most of them completely empty, which was best evidenced by the fact that they did not change anything, and after a while, the first half of the deputies were led out, while the second was on a straight road to leave the plenary chamber.

Dracord stared at it all silently, only occasionally changing the place where his reptilian eyes looked. He looked at everything with a sense of inner satisfaction, because he had been waiting for this moment for many years, the moment when he would finally be able to reach for power, create his own legacy, thus fulfilling his dream, which had grown up in him since the death of his older twin brother. Now the goal that the prince had set for himself many years ago has finally materialized. However, at that moment, the prince remembered one detail.

The Silvery Dragon looked at the imperial scepter with unobstructed and powerful disgust. He knew that everything he had done so far was broadcast and shown all over the world.

"Time to make a small scene for the audience." He whispered softly and with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Then he ran to the table on which the imperial scepter was placed. And without wasting a second he took it in his right hand.

"Get away with this symbol of the old and warped world!" He threw the scepter against the ground as well as an insult to the top of his voice. The scene, though shocking for many, was crowned with only the loud crack of the scepter on the floor of the plenary hall.

In less than five minutes, the entire hall was deserted. All deputies, a total of one hundred people, were escorted to other rooms, depending on whether the prince pronounced a death sentence on them or not.

In the nearly empty plenary hall, only six walkers remained, Sir Hans von Rudersdorf and the Prince Dracord di Britannia.

The Silvery Dragon never wasted a second, as was his custom. Once again, he stood in the center of the podium, directing his eyes directly to the nearby camera. Sir Hans stood hastily behind the prince, showing no sign of his feelings at the same time.

"European Britannian citizens, and everyone else who has the honor of watching the broadcasts of the House of Lords meeting, have just witnessed the end of the era, for here I, Prince Dracord di Britannia, pledged to dissolve a corrupt and weak parliament, whose members, despite the fact that it was supposed to provide citizens with universal prosperity, they tried to equate the lower classes in poverty and misfortune, thereby torpedoing my actions." Dracord spoke extremely energetically, his expression was truly authoritative, and he could not bear even the slightest objection, his voice, extremely decisive and full of superhuman strength, the prince was undoubtedly a living image of Mars or Jupiter himself, he was like the titan Atlas, who, for a change, keeps his responsibility for the fate of the entire country and its citizens. "Citizens! I am addressing you in these dark times, the turmoil of war and the garbage that has existed since the beginning of the history of our species, but has now taken on an unprecedented size, and has become as mass and common as breathing or taking a sip of water. You are probably wondering who to blame. Who is responsible for this state of affairs in which people at the top of the social ladder bask in their power and illusions about their own integrity and infallibility, destroying everyone under them, thereby inhibiting the development of society. Who is guilty?"

The prince allowed himself a few seconds of silence, only to let the question hang in the air like a sword over the Damocles, which this time made the citizens of Euro Britannia and the rest of the world deeply concerned.

"The answer is simple, citizens." He continued, his voice growing louder. "Disgusting individuals like my father."

Once again he allowed his words and the message that followed them to hang heavily and firmly in the air, all over the world, people holding their breath. One thing is for sure, the prince knew perfectly well how to shock absolutely everyone, regardless of where they would be, and in what country they might not live.

"Yes, citizens. Individuals like my father, Charles and Britannia. People who have abandoned their duty to those for whom they are responsible, while bending under the weight of an increasingly harsher and more difficult reality. It is through such people that all mankind of cities develop, systematically weakened, and its development was stifled, at the same time bringing our species to the brink of collapse." After these words, the prince spread his hands and raised them high up. "Citizens! As the prince of the greatest empire in the world, as the person responsible for the fate of those who follow me always and everywhere, but most of all as a human being, I cannot allow this slow and disgusting decay to continue. But the corruption that reaches all over the world in the highest echelons of power and in the most important people must be stopped and destroyed, for with a depraved elite as rulers, no one will ever see anything truly good. In connection with the above, I declare, aware of all the responsibility that will soon fall on my shoulders, that Euro Britannia will never again be a satellite state of a depraved and pathological empire. Citizens, I hereby declare the transformation of the satellite state, which until now undoubtedly was Euro Britannia, into the first in our short history, the European Empire, a modern state, fully devoid of feudal accretions, and composed of the former territories of the Russian Federation, Belarus, Ukraine, Finland, the Baltic states and Caucasians, and I, Dracord di Britannia, will be the emperor of the new empire, as well as the guarantor of the rights of all citizens of the new state."

"However." The Dracord lowered his hands at this point. "I will not let the past influence my judgment and make it difficult for me to make the right decisions, which will often be extremely difficult and painful, therefore I declare that I will never again be known as Dracord di Britannia, because I reject my past, which no longer matters . Citizens, from today until the end of the world and beyond, I will be known as Dracan von Europe, the first emperor of the Empire of Europe."

The prince paused once more, waited a few moments, then continued his speech, previously spreading his hands out again.

"Citizens, lend me your strength so that I will be able to lead you to a new, wonderful and prosperous future!" It sounded almost like an order, but given the previous words and the tremendous tension, over ninety percent of the citizens of the new empire would not dare to express the slightest objection.

"Citizens, today the past ends and the future begins. I hereby declare the founding of the Empire of Europe! A new creation, free from distortions of any previous systems. However, some do not want us to evolve or grow stronger, they are hideous fossils of the old order of things that cannot be reconciled with the advent of the new age. Such people will undoubtedly deny us the right to exist, but it does not matter, because we will win anyway." After these words, the emperor lowered his left hand and lifted his right hand high, then clenched it into a fist. "Sieg, Europe!" He roared with great determination and passion. Sir Hans and the walkers in the hall also raised their right hands and clenched their fists.

"Sieg Europe!"

Suddenly, Dracan demanded silence by raising his hands, to which the soldiers present immediately responded, along with Sir Hans, and with them many millions of lives.

"Citizens! It is possible that we may face a long and bloody fight, perhaps the greatest in the history of all mankind, but it does not matter, because we will win! However, if we are to be destroyed, than we shal drag this world with us, right into the murderous flames!"

"Sieg Europe!"

With them, almost the entire population of the newly founded empire saluted, the strength and determination of their leader made only a few able to refrain from salute or enthusiasm, especially in the face of the emperor's last words.

And here it is, a new chapter in human history began, written by the Silvery Emperor.