Chapter 97 - 95 ~ Wind of Victory
"Y-You...?! How...? H-How are you... alive...?!"
Color drained from Taizo's face as he stared at the revealed countenance of "Mordred" with widened eyes.
He must've been mistaken... No, it must be a mistake!!!
But unfortunately, it was impossible, for he had inherited the appearance of both his mother and the Demon of Britannia, the madman who created weapons of mass destruction. The devil who led the crusade against those who are not of Britannian blood. The demon lord who he took part in taking down...
"H-How... I-I was sure..."
"Alexander" let out a soft smile at the stunned old lord.
"A miracle, Lord Kirihara. A simple miracle. And worry not... I have not co to exact revenge. Instead... It is the opposite."
"...Huh?"
The old man looked at the figure of the young man before him, that reminded him of the hellish pain and suffering many of his comrades had gone through due to the Devil of Britannia and his minions, in confusion. And when he bowed, the old lord froze in shock.
"Thank you very much for bringing that monster down. He is not soone who should be allowed to walk this world. Now, the world is one step closer to peace thanks to your actions."
"..."
Kirihara Taizo doubted his ears for a mont. Did such words truly co from the son of Arthur von Morningstar...? The Devil himself? And towards him, the one who arranged the "disappearance" of the Morningstar family...
"Are you... Truly... his son...?"
"Unfortunately..."
"Alexander" nodded with a sad smile as the old man scrutinized his every expression, words, and actions as he clenched onto his wooden staff.
"...Do you not hold a grudge against , boy?"
"Of course not. As I said, you did the right thing. And if you didn't... I would've done it myself."
"..."
Taizo looked the young man in the eyes. Eyes that were beautiful beyond words and charming enough to disarm even the most guarded person before him.
His heart swayed. He had seen through the true nature of many charismatic devils in his lifeti. And though no one had the charisma on par with the young man before him, he was still experienced enough to discern the truth from the lies that ca out of his mouth.
And to his shock, he found nothing but the truth and genuine gratefulness.
He turned towards Lelouch.
"...Do you trust him?"
"Of course. He is one of my closest friends and trusted confidants."
Lelouch nodded imdiately. If he couldn't trust even his comrades and friends in the Chat Group, whose true nature and life he had seen through their life "stories
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