The Prodigious Son

I'm back and damn it feels good to be back! But I must apologize for the massive wait. Like I said in the previous chapter my iPad broke and I'm still trying to get a new one. However, I also lost someone very close to me, and the only person that made my days happy. So I apologize for the wait.

Now I have to be honest with you, this was written on both phone and Chromebook. It was hard to get used to but having something is worth more than having nothing. You all should know that I am currently going back and fixing all the previous chapters and chapters 1-4 are fixed. Also at the end of this chapter, there will be a massive information dump, and I do mean massive. There will also be a snippet at the end of this chapter.

Anyhow, onto the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Alexandrine Academy

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It's been two days since he enrolled, and as the instructor ordered Lelouch was making his way to his homeroom. Today was like every other morning. The only difference was that he woke up at three and spent the next hour doing his daily jog.

The prince released a sigh, not one of tiredness, nor one of boredom. He released it as a familiar face appeared as he went around the corner.

That person being Gino Weinberg, the only energetic, optimistic individual in his year. The man was a tall muscular built person with blonde hair, had three braids over his shoulder, and blue eyes.

Lelouch honestly didn't mind the man but he could agree that the young noble was too energetic, always having a smile plastered onto his face, and always up for some fun.

However Lelouch knew something the others didn't… well minus Marrybell, she also knew this. That Gino Weinberg was a prodigy when it came to fighting and most of all piloting knightmares. Even going as far as being a candidate for the Knights of the Round.

Lelouch was taken from his thoughts by said energetic teen noticing him. "Oh, it's Prince Lelouch!" The named prince closed his eyes preparing himself for what was to come.

When nothing came Lelouch opened his eyes to find the heir standing beside him, with the blonde's signature smile plastered onto his face. Feeling like he should say something, Lelouch spoke.

"Lord Weinberg. It's interesting to see you up this early." The prince spoke, shocking the blonde.

Gino barely knew the prince, only knowing that they were in the same class and that he didn't speak to anyone that he didn't know. So just getting a response was a bit of a shocker.

However, then the blonde remembered what the royal called him. 'Lord Weinberg'. Gino looked at the prince and smiled.

"I could say the same thing for you, Prince Lelouch. I would expect a person of royal birth to be lazy, and would want to sleep." There was silence, so the noble thought it'd be okay to continue. "Also there's no need to call 'Lord Weinberg'. That is my father's title and rights. Just call me by my name."

Lelouch snorted. "Well, that's rare. Normally sons of noble birth would walk around with their chest puffed up and bragging about their titles." He looked over to his temporary champion.

Gino shrugged. "Well, I'm not like the others." He answered, and the blonde watched as the royal nodded.

The Prince knew the person beside him was being honest, first, why would he lie, second Gino Weinberg didn't seem like a person to do such things.

Stopping, seeing his small group ahead, Lelouch looked to the taller teen and held out a hand. "Well, Gino, if it makes you feel happy, you may call me Lelouch." The named teen smiled and took his hand, and one firm handshake later Lelouch continued. "But this is where I must say my goodbyes. My sister and friends are waiting."

Gino looked to where the prince nodded and spotted the two pink-haired girls standing with a blonde-haired girl. Smiles the noble son looked to the royal. "Then I won't stop you from going to them." He broke the handshake and turned in the direction of the eating hall. "Until next time Prince Lelouch."

The named prince nodded. "Of course." He responded and made his way to Marrybell, Anya and Oldrin.

Marrybell was making small talk with her best friend when she finally spotted her brother making his way towards them.

"Lelouch." She greeted him with a small smile and nod that he returned. "You took your time brother. What held you back for so long?"

She watched as her brother shrugged and stopped in front of them. "I met someone and had a small conversation with them." He answered and then looked over to the other two females. "Oldrin. Anya." Her brother greeted them with a small nod as well.

"Lelouch/My Prince." They both responded, Oldrin calling him his name and Anya his title.

Marrybell watched as they greeted each other, all with a small smile and all happy to see the other. Watching them reminded the princess of two days ago when they finished explaining why they were here.

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Flashback

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"So that's why you are all here." The vi Britannia Prince said as he went to take a sip of his coffee, a large black coffee. The three sitting opposite of him nodded. Lelouch gave a small shake of his head. 'Father would have done such a thing when I think about it.'

"Lelouch." The voice of Marrybell took the sole male attention away from his thoughts. Looking up from his cup to the princess, the vi Britannia saw her looking at him. "Why is it that you want to join the military? Father never told me when he gave me the preposition, so I'm curious."

The prince nodded, finding the question a reasonable one. "There are two reasons," he said and looked to the academy in the distance. "The first is that my father wants me to be a part of the military. But the other is I'd rather not deal with the scum called nobles and their politics." he finished taking another sip of his warm drink.

Marrybell found the answer truthful, however as she watched her half-brother, she felt like he was hesitant about something, almost as if he wasn't certain about what he said. The pinkette nodded and felt something that told her that she could probably give the last push Lelouch needed.

"That is what I thought." her brother looked at her and she explained. "Lelouch, you have the potential to be one of Britannia's greatest generals, and that is what she needs. Our current military high command is full of incompetent fools, and only Cornelia is showing some results. And even then, I hate what I'm about to say, if we are to go to war with Europe and China, we will lose." The Mel Britannia Princess then realized that she had the other two's attention. "Yes we might have the largest and the most advanced army, but without any component commanders, we will be finding ourselves at the end of a barrel." The princess then watched as the three took in the information. "Lelouch, what I mean when I say this is that you could be our Richard the Lionheart, or our Napoleon." Lelouch looked to her, and that was all she needed to see for Marrybell saw in her brother's eye the missing piece just sliding into place.

The group of four then remained in silence, allowing everyone to enjoy their drinks. The silence was broken but Oldrin. "That's right!" Everyone looked at her and watched as the Zevon girl reached into her bag and she took out a small wrapped box. "Yesterday was your birthday, wasn't it Lelouch?"

Marrybell then felt the need to facepalm. How could she have forgotten such a day? The princess watched as her brother nodded and as her best friend handed him the wrapped box.

"What's this?" the sole male of the group asked, taking the box and looking at the blonde-haired girl. Lelouch felt the weight of the box and already knew it was a light object of some sort.

The Zevon noble smiled and answered. "I can't and will not spoil the surprise for you, Lelouch." Oldrin finished with a smile.

Shrugging, Lelouch placed his cup onto the table and grabbed the top of the wrapped box, and lifted it. Revealing a key… not any old key but a Knightmare Frame key. Looking up to his friend with a raised brow and taking the key to showing it to everyone, Oldrin only continued smiling like nothing was wrong.

"A KMF key," Lelouch said. "What Knightmare is it for Oldrin?" he asked.

"As I said, I will not spoil the surprise." She answered.

Shrugging once more, Lelouch smiled and said. "Thank you, Oldrin. I might not know what it might be used for or what it will power up, but I bet it will be one of a kind.'' He finished placing the key back into the box once more. However, well doing so one of his fingers ran along with some writing on the back of the key. Turning the key over, he read. 'Gawain IFX-V3D1.'

Looking up to the blonde-haired girl, he tried to look through her, hoping to find the meaning of the key and the name. However, as he continued looking he found that he was going to get nowhere. So releasing a sigh he placed the key back into the box and placed it onto his stack of school things, that being two tablets, one that the school gave him and the other he bought recently.

However throughout the whole interaction, the other royal was watching her best friend's and her half brother's interaction, and within seconds she knew something was up with her best friend. Not only was her smile unusual, but Marrybell got the feeling Oldrin was fighting back something, that something being held back for years.

The princess continued watching as Lelouch went to put away the gift. 'What are you planning, Oz? Why give Lelouch a KMF key for no reason?' She asked herself and as she did she was able to notice a drop in her best friend's mood. Almost as if she was hurting somehow. Thinking back on everything that happened recently and to the times where the two were in the company of the prince. And within a flash, she realized what her best friend was fighting back. But that only brought back more questions and the one at the forefront of her mind was, 'Why haven't you told me, Oz?'

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Flashback Ended

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The pink-haired princess shook her head of the memory and brought herself back to reality. When she did she looked to find her half-brother enjoying a conversation with the other two girls. But as Marrybell watched she looked to Oldrin and promised herself that she will get the answer she was looking for, because if her speculations are correct then she has been holding back her best friend's dream.

"I'm sorry for interrupting but why are you all here?" a new voice spoke up making the four friends see who it was and found a shortish, amber-haired girl from their homeroom two days ago. They all recognized the newcomer as Monica Krushevsky, the girl who asked Instructor Mia Grand the question about family contact.

The prince went to respond but was surprisingly interrupted by Anya, the quietest of the group, and who would normally only speak to him or was questioned. "Monica… we were talking about… life events." the short pink-haired girl answered in her normal motonose voice.

The taller girl looked to the shorter one and looked back to her prince, and back. After a few seconds, Anya watched as the girl sighed and looked down at the watch on her wrist. "Well if I were to suggest hurrying up." Monica looked away from the group and continued as if she never stopped. "Time is ticking and we will be late if you don't start moving." she finished.

The group then looked at their watch and realized that the girl was correct, for the time was already 4:48. Ending their conversation they continued the amber-haired classmate. And on the way, Lelouch leaned down to whisper something to his short friend, as his other two walked beside each other. "So how do you know her, Anya?" He asked.

The monotone girl sighed and answered in her normal voice. "She is my… dorm mate." was the answer she gave him, Lelouch nodded, not caring about how she acted, hell he won't be surprised if she continued into adulthood. The prince then went to ask for more information on the person leading them, but before a word came out of his mouth, Anya spoke up, answering his unasked question.

As Anya told Lelouch about the Krushevsky Heiress, the vi Britannia looked at the girl's back, inspecting every move she made. Something told him to keep an eye and ear on the girl. He didn't know what it might be about, but his instincts were normally always correct, it was how he came to find chess matches, and finally give him victory over his older brother Schneizel. So as his childhood friend continued explaining, he took in all the information and watched taking in the smallest of movements.

When they all came to a stop Lelouch stood up straight and found themselves standing in their homeroom which was practically full, missing only a few people. The prince then looked around noticing a familiar sight of a tall blonde talking to a few of their female classmates. However that wasn't the only thing he noticed, the vi Britannia also noticed the small group by the group, and the said group was surrounding a figure looking out the window. The figure was a light brown-haired girl, who held a smug look on her face.

The group of four then made it to their desks, some wanting to be by themselves and others just wanting to enjoy the noise of the room before it all went to silence. However as Lelouch was making his way to his desk he was interrupted by a group of girls, and in front of them was the girl from earlier. Releasing an inward sigh, he looked up to see the girl glaring at him with hatred and pure malice. All the while he was doing this he said to himself. 'I have been through this a million times, what does it matter if it happens again?'

So placing a smile onto his face, one that reflected nothing but annoyance. "If it isn't Marika Soresi. It's lovely seeing your scowl and glare again." He said feeling like he wanted to push the girl's buttons… 'Damn that witch has grown on me.' he said to himself remembering the green-haired woman he has grown used to being at the Villa with, and one of the few people that gave him a bit of joy playing cheese with.

Lelouch was taken from his thoughts when he felt a swift hit to his cheek and the sound of shocked gasps coming from the room. The pain faded quickly, he looked to the one who hit him, and not a surprise it was Marika who looked like she was about to burst. "It's Lady Soresi to you, half-blood scum!" she yelled, drawing more attention from others in the room. "You need to know your place, scum! I am your greater, and I don't care if you are our glorious Emperor's child, you are the son of a common whore who only wished to rise to high places!"

Throughout the whole thing, Lelouch remained emotionless, not giving her the reaction she wanted. But as she stared at the girl with piercing violet eyes, she watched as the noble flinched. Grinning, he looked down at the girl. In the corner of his eyes, Lelouch noticed movement coming from a certain short pink-haired girl, but also how all those that knew him went to step in.

Raising a quick hand, stopping all those that were about to move. "I would reconsider that, 'Marika Soresi' if I were you. For I do hold power in this room, and more than you do and your small group of…" he looked at each of them already knowing what kind of noble family they come from. "Your small group of lowly nobles, who are all indebted to the throne." his eyes then landed on the leader of this so-called group of purists. "I also believe your family is on the decline? Not getting enough deals or something like that, am I right?"

The purist then fell completely still at hearing that, she wanted to deny it, Lelouch knew she did. But she couldn't because there was no way she could prove him wrong. Waving his hand, he watched as Anya went back to her normal self and pulled out her pink phone/diary, and as Marrybell and Oldrin sat back into their chair, and finally to his surprise, Gino also stepped back.

Placing a hand onto the girl's shoulder and giving her a little shove to the side. "Such a disappointment that this is what the great Lorenzo il Soresi's descendants turned out to be. I bet he is turning in his grave at the embarrassment his family will feel." but as he went past Marika, he leaned down to whisper something into her ear. "Also insult my mother once more." his grip on her shoulder tightened, making the noble wince. "And I promise the fall of your family, and I also promise it will not be a kind one."

Lelouch released his hold on the girl's shoulder just as the clock hit 5:00, and with a booming voice, their instructor entered the room, telling everyone that they will be spending the next fours exercising, and practicing at the firing range. The prince already knew that Marika wouldn't stop belittling him, for she has been doing it for the whole time he knew her. And just because he threatened her family, the Soresi always turned out to rise again. Releasing a sigh Lelouch went to level the classroom to the change room where he will change in his phys ed clothes.

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Pendragon Imperial Palace

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Jeremiah stood to the side looking at the scene in front of him, and if the Margrave is, to be honest, he was honestly terrified at the clash happening in front of him. Never in his imaginations did he think this would happen once his prince left for the academy in Oxford.

It's been four days since the prince's left the Aries Villa and one of his last commands to the teal-haired man was to protect the 'little princess'. So even though he was hesitant at first, the loyal soldier did as he commanded and protected the eleven… no Japanese.

Surprisingly Jeremiah found that the girl was quite enjoyable to talk with and within hours the pureblood was falling in his purists' ways. For example, he has stopped calling the natives to the islands called Area Eleven, elevens. He has started calling them by what they should be called.

However, what surprised her the most was when the head maid, another Japanese, came into the room giving them the news that the Emperor was expecting them in an hour.

And that was where Jeremiah found himself currently watching, and honest to his prince name, he was seeing two great beings flowing off his Emperor and the 'Little Princess' he was meant to be protecting. Behind and above the man who ruled the Americas was a great Chimera, one with the body and head of a lion and a tail of a snake, and behind the eleven-year-old was the bright rising sun. A symbol Jeremiah has memorized as Japan's previous empire. As the teal-haired man watched, he gave a small wish for his prince to return.

Well the Margrave watched, the Emperor was grinning at the nonexistent balls this Eleven had. 'Lelouch…' he called his son's name to himself. 'You picked very well, but only if this girl was Britannian and not a Number.' he said to himself as he stood from his throne. 'Well my cards have been dealt and now I have to play it.'

Walking down the steps to his throne, Charles made his way towards the short girl. Stopping in front of her, the Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire looked down at the number and found her glaring at him. But that only made him grin even more. "Girl," he said, his voice booming around the room, and out of his sight, the Margrave jumped from the sudden noise. "What is your name, Eleven," he ordered but made it more a question.

The girl remained unmoving and showed no reaction to his question. The room was silent and when it broke, it was from the Eleven. "My name and titles are Princess Sumeragi Kaguya, Lady of the Sumeragi Clan, Current Ruler of Kinki Region, and Princess of Japan." Charles watched as she said each one with confidence and how she did not back down.

The Emperor grinned, his aura growing as he did so, and the girls grew as well. "Good." was all he said as he turned around and made for his exit. Hearing only two sets of his footsteps following him, he turned his head to see that his knight of one was the only one following him. Looking past Bismarck and to the eleven standing where he left her. "Follow girl. I have things to teach you so that you can be of some use to my son." Looking forward and continuing his way to his room. "You show much potential to be more." He finished and as the distance grew he heard two more sets of footsteps following him.

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Ashford Foundation Training Area

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Nunally took a deep breath as she sat in the cockpit of the prototype of the Callisto. An advanced Knightmare frame, and one ahead of its time. The princess honestly didn't know what to feel, but what she did know was that she was terrified. Even though she read the booklet on the prototype, the emotion that had a greater hold on her was fear.

And it didn't help that she had to wear this tight jetup. 'What is this even for?' Nunnally asked herself as she pulled it from her wrist, to allow a better flow of blood to her hand. The jet up was a pink tight suit with white outlines along her arms, shoulders, and legs.

"Dear." the familiar voice of her grandfather spoke up from inside of the cockpit. "I must ask this again before we start the simulation. But are you sure you want to do this? If you feel uncomfortable at all, we can always swap you out."

Nunnally heard the man say with concern, but just as every other time he asked, she responded with the same response. "Yes, I'm sure. If this is what I have to do to catch up to Big Brother, and Mother, then I am willing to do whatever it takes to get there," she said with complete determination.

However, deep down inside of her, feared what might happen out there. For fuck sake the only KMF she has used was the Glasgow and the recent Sutherland, and both of them couldn't stand against this KMF even if it was a prototype and not the real thing.

Nunna was taken from her thoughts when Lord Ashford's voice spoke up and as the lights inside the enclosed space lit up. "If this is what you want, then there is no point in fighting you, Princess Nunnally. But if you ever feel the need to have a break just remember we are always listening and will end it at your words," he said as his face appeared on the screen in front of her. Nodding her confirmation and acknowledgement, the graying man nodded, the picture on the scene vanished. "Then on the count of three P-Callisto-0001 will launch and the simulation will begin. Good luck Pilot Vi Britannia"

The princess nodded and placed her hands onto the gears, and a loud voice in the stadium started counting down. Before it could hit its designated Nunnally said to herself. 'Just wait, Big Brother. I will catch up to you, and I will make you proud.' In that instant, a door opened, and the prototype Knightmare frame was off with the second Vi Britannia piloting it, leaving only an afterimage of the KMF.

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Zevon Manor Pendragon

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Olivia looked at her brother in front of her as she took a sip from the glass in her hand, the warm liquid warming her throat. It's been years since the two sat down like this, years of where the two siblings have not interacted. Which was exactly why they were here. Sitting outside of the ten-bedroom manor, and looking at the flowers of the garden.

But little did Oiagros know was that there was another motive for why the older sibling summoned him, and little did Olivia know was that there was a reason why the younger sibling accepted the invite so fast. The two siblings looked at each other as they took a sip of their red wine. Both thinking of different things, and both similar in a way, but one involved death and the other exile.

Placing her cup onto the table in front of her, Olivia spoke. "Do you know why summoned you, Oiagros?" she asked without wavering or hesitating. The former Knight of the Round, felt pain as she got to the topic of her invitation. When she first got news of this, she didn't want to believe it. She believed that her little brother wouldn't be that much of a greedy whore, to the point where he would conspire to assassinate her. But as she looked at it, the accusation turned into reality.

"Why of course not dear sister." She cringed at how he tried to hide her innocence. "But I would love to hear why though. So Olivia, why did you summon me, when we had no form of interaction for nine years?" he asked, taking a sip of his glass of wine, his eyes going over her shoulder and towards the hiding spot of his sniper.

But little did he know, was that Olivia was three steps ahead of him, and in fact that sniper was only a dummy, and the actual sniper was dead in that exact area. Standing up from her chair she walked to the railing, taking her glass with her. "It has come to my attention that you can't be trusted and that you have been trying to take my place as head of the family."

She looked over her shoulder to see him looking at her, and even though he showed no movement to her accusations, Olivia saw the fear in his eyes. "What are you talking about dear sister?" he said tilting his head to the side as if he was confused.

Finishing her wine, the former Knight of Round, turned around and looked at the younger of the siblings, not impressed that he was trying to save face and act dumb. "Don't play stupid with me,' dear' brother. You know perfectly well what I mean, and let me tell you that I was steps ahead of you." Olivia watched as half a dozen guards entered the room and surrounded the now glaring noble. "Your snipers/assassins have already been dealt with and now you have nothing."

She watched as the man shot to her feet, and shouted. "I have everything! You might be the head of the family but you have no allies or friends!" Oregano spread his arms out. "But I have allies and spies everywhere!" He then dropped his arms and glared at Olivia. "And what do you have? A consort that holds no power? A side ally commoner whore and her half-blooded bastards?" Olivia remained emotionless as he said all of this, and then he pointed to her. "You have nothing! I was meant to lead this family! Not you! You have done nothing for this family!"

Releasing a sigh, the former Knight of the Round, made her way over to where she was once sitting. Once there she placed her hands onto the table and leaned on it. "So you showed your true self, brother," Olivia said. 'He always underestimated me.' She said to herself and leaned up grabbing a piece of paper as she did so. "I never wanted to believe you would do this, little brother. But you gave me no choice. However, I won't kill you or send assassins after you. Which is why I have this." She looked at the paper and read it out loud. "In the name of Charles zi Britannia, the 98th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire. I hear by remove, all the titles one, Lord Oregano Zevon, and exile him from Britannia and its territories."

Oregano looked at his sister with growing rage and anger. Reaching towards her aiming for her neck, he shouted. "You whore! Did you sell yourself to get that you bitch!" But as he was about to take a hold of her, he was stopped as a soldier forced him onto the table and his arms were brought behind his back. "Release me! I order you to release me!"

"Are you deaf and dumb?" He looked to the owner. "I was once a Knight of the Round, I work under his majesty, and when I left he promised me one favour and that is what this is. You also have no titles, Oregano. You are no lord and you have no power over them." His sister continued saying, his rage growing at every word.

Olivia leaned down and looked into his eyes. "What did you promise those allies and spies you claimed you have? Power? Money?" There was silence. "Oh, you promised them nothing at all."

The former Knight of the Round stood straight already knowing how she will buy them to her side, and hopefully keep them. Looking to the guard who was holding her brother down. "Take him away and make sure he gets a plane to God knows where."

"Yes, my lady." The guard said and forced Oregano up to his feet.

"Oh and Oregano." She spoke up, the man turning to her with anger in his eyes. "If you haven't been paying attention." She looked at him. "Our family just became a Knightmare Frame foundation. I also signed a contract with the Ashford Foundation, which is also the foundation that is ahead of all things KMF related. So before you spout shit about me 'doing nothing' for this family, how about you do your god damn research." Olivia then turned around waving her hand. "Goodbye dear brother."

The room was then filled with shouts coming from the previous lord. Shouts of insults and cursing her for everything as he was led out of the room by the guard and the rest. When there was silence Olivia looked to the sky and watched as a flock flew over the estate, and as a bird separated from the said flock. In that instant, a single tear fell from her eye. 'My family is slowly falling apart… and it's all because of me.' She said to herself grabbing the bottle beside her and started drinking.

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TBC

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And that is all. I hoped you enjoyed it and I hoped that the wait was worth it. But sadly it might be a wait for the next chapter. For a couple of reasons. The first is because I don't have a device I'm used to writing with, and that device I'm used to is an iPad/Tablet. The other is I have multiple stories to write, and one of them is a rewrite of the whole story, which is taking a lot of my time out of the schedule. The other is that I want to get something done that I'm very far behind. But that is enough of that. Leave a review to let me know what you think about the chapter.

Now the information dump… let's start with Europe and what has happened.

Europe: Okay first let me say that when Napoleon took Britain he immediately crowned himself emperor, and Europe was at peace, for now. The Romanovs are still ruling Russia for I don't see a reason why Napoleon would want to kill them. But now something that will be important, between the years of 1848-1871, the monarchs started falling because of a revolution. The monarchs that collapsed are France/Britain, Napoleon was assassinated and so was his heir, Spain, Portugal(there's more about Portugal for later), and Italy. These countries made an alliance called the United Republic of Europia. The remaining monarchs are Austria-Hungary, Prussia/Germany, and Russia. Many years later tension between the Monarchs and Republicans exploded causing the Great War between the E.U and the Monarchs. But in Germany and Austria-Hungary there was a growing rebellion and when the war went off so did the rebels. In Russia, Tsar Nicholas II, felt like Russia is about to explode as well, and because they were the last remaining monarchs, minus the smaller ones, the Romanovs fled to Alaska, which was still in their hands, and once they got there they found Britannian soldiers there arming themselves for their rebellion. But the Britannians welcomed them and had an armed guard escort them to the capital of the Growing Britannian Empire. And the Britannian emperor welcomed them and gave them a Dukeship of Alaska once they solved their problems. The reason why they didn't kill them immediately is because why would they? Britannia would have a fraud with the French, Spanish, and the English, for they are the ones they are fighting. Russia, even though it agreed with Napoleon, never joined their conflicts or wars. But the Tsars is also Absolute Monarchs so they see eye to eye on some things. So the Romanovs and the Britannia family are close, you could say.

India and Australia: Okay Australia is its superpower with its monarch. What and how? When Britain fell William Astell fled to Australia because of China's invasion. Once there and once news of Britain's complete collapse and Napoleon being named Emperor, he and a few the British Nobles agreed to start a new line, a new monarch and that is how Australia became a monarch-ruled country with its own royal family, Astell Family. During the chaos that was happening during 1848-1871, the island-hopped and conquered the islands north of them and such.

Portugal: Now with Portugal… the Braganza… they are still alive and are the Viceroys of South America. The English(now Britannian) and Portuguese pack, the Treaty of Windsor, is still strong and healthy. They are still allies even though the Braganzas are technically under Britannian rule. However, the Emperors at the time decided that they unite instead of separate and hence why the Braganzas are the only ones that viceroy South America.

Duke of Wellington: I still want to use Arthur Wellesley and the Duke title. And because Britain was conquered, Arthur Wellesley can't be named Duke of Wellington since Ireland is under French rule. So instead he will have a different title, and how he was able to get this title is because he was able to take all of French Louisiana.

Harem: okay I know what I said about the limit being eight… but I was wrong there will be nine. After finding someone that fits the description I was hoping for, I decided to add her and the eighth member… well already has a scene so I can't remember her.

Academy Arc: This arc will be either 7-9 chapters long but they will be similar to this chapter. The first half is the academy and the next will be about other characters… also each year will be two chapters.

Snippet: Snippets will be every other chapter or every even number of chapters so I recommend going back to chapter two for there is one there now. The snippets will also share something in common with something that happened in that chapter.

Also I'm still looking for a beta-reader/writer. This is new and I'm putting it here because some people don't know how to read or remember something so simple, and sooner would be nice. another thing... please for the love of fucking god, if you are going to leave a review dont be a fucking guest. you leave a comment expecting a response and if you haven't noticed we can't. So please use an account or make one. it's not that hard.

Now we are done! I am never doing something like this again! Anyway, enjoy the snippet.

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Aboard the Prometheus

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Lelouch looked at the screen on his headship with a raised brow and a small smile. "Empress Tianzi." He said in perfect Chinese, which was followed by the familiar echo from his scar years ago. "What is the reason for your visit today?" The prince asked, wondering why the head of the Chinese monarch was on his screen.

Today Lelouch was supposed to be on his way to reconquer the island of Japan and to kill the bastard he let live out of generosity. But even though he knew he was going to be meeting some interruptions, he never expected one to be the ruler of China herself.

The girl on the screen looked shocked at his perfect pronunciation of her people's tongue, but surprisingly fast she regained her regal look and spoke in broken Britannian.

"Prince Lelouch, Sirs Gottwald and Zevon, and Princess Marrybell." Her voice is heavy with her accent. "I heard you on your way to take Japan back?" She asked and on some occasions looking down at what Lelouch would say were pieces of paper.

Nodding his head he spoke, once again in Chinese. "Yes, your Majesty." Looking at the girl on the screen he watched as she opened her mouth but interrupted her before she could continue. "Your Majesty, if it makes you comfortable you can talk in your mother's tongue. Everyone here." He gestured to everyone on deck. "Knows how to speak and will understand what you mean. Don't put yourself in unpleasant situations just because you want to speak with me."

Lelouch then watched as the seventeen-year-old empress nodded, catching herself with a small smile that quickly vanished. "Thank you, Prince Lelouch." She said in her tongue. "I'm sorry for interrupting but as you might know I recently took back my throne from the High Eunuchs, who were to be believed to be ruling in my name, and you might also know that China has been at war with Japan for the last couple of months."

Lelouch nodded, possibly seeing where this was going. "Yes. I also believe you are losing. Am I right?"

The empress physically flinched, showing the honesty of his words. "Sadly yes. You would expect a big nation like China to win against a recently reconquered land. But sadly she has been under the rule of useless men that knew nothing of ruling and war itself." The Prince felt the hatred in the words she spoke, the empress continued. "And by the time I took my seat, it was already too late. Half of China's army is weak and tired from constant fighting and all the Knightmares we had are useless against their's." She finished and even though he couldn't see them, Lelouch knew she was clenching her fists

"I see your point, Your Majesty. But what does this have to do with me?" He asked, already knowing what she was going to say, but if he was honest, he respected her for it.

On the screen, he watched as the white-haired empress released a sigh. "Because I wish for your help, Prince Lelouch vi Britannia." She spoke and everyone on deck could hear the pain in her voice from saying it. "I thought that going to you, the Generalissimo of the Britannian Military would be less humiliating than going to the Emperor of your great nation. So I ask with the title I bare, for your help."

Lelouch nodded understanding what she meant about going to his father. The man was cruel sometimes and if the girl on the screen went to him for help, the Prince couldn't imagine what the Emperor would do to the young empress.

"Empress Tianzi." It wasn't he who spoke but the general to his left, Marrybell. "You do know what this means for asking for our help? And you do also know that Lelouch will have to report this to the Emperor?" His second in

command and his third wife asked in perfect Chinese.

The young empress nodded. "Yes. My council and I have been thinking about this for a while now and we decided this was the best option. So yes I know that Prince Lelouch will have to inform Emperor Charles of this deal, and yes the people of my council and I have agreed to give up some land."

Lelouch didn't have to look at Marrybell to know that she was going to speak. But before she could get a word out, he got to his feet and walked to the railing in front of him, and spoke. "Empress Tianzi." He said getting the young empress's attention. "We of the Knights of Gawain will be seeing you soon, and you need not worry about a thing."

Lelouch watched as her eyes widened and a smile appeared on her face. "Thank you. We will be awaiting your arrival."

The screen then shuts off leaving the screen blank. Everyone on the bridge remained quiet as the captain looked on ahead, obviously thinking. "Sir Allen." He said gaining the man who worked the screen. "Get my father on the line."

"Yes, your Highness!" The man saluted and got to it. And as Lelouch waited he flexed his mechanical hand. He needed to do something, something that isn't sitting around and waiting.

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