[There are three JFL terrorists on your right behind the corner.] Legion said to Marcus via earpiece.
With a nod, he moved in. His dark clothes in the dark corridor helped him quite a bit.
"Oi, where Fujimaru and his boys?" One of the soldiers asked, before he could hear an answer. They listened to the sound of someone walking.
"Hmm?" Before he could say a thing, there was a guy in front of them!
"W-What the f-fuck!!!" They scrambled to aim their guns from that shock, but the sounds of blades cutting the wind followed as the sword cut them one after another.
The trio ended up dropping on the hotel carpet floor, drowning in their blood.
"Hmm… this is not bad. While I don't get a physical boost, I don't really need it. I simply move in the way that they can't see me." Marcus said to himself as he looked at the reflection of himself on the blade.
He needed to close his eyes and turn his Geass off, because there are angles of gazing that hurt just looking at.
As long as he is hyper-focused on one thing at a time, he can bear with his geass, but if he looks at something like glass, it makes his head burn.
Glass is simply because it reflects his image; he looks at himself, which is an entire ecosystem, or looks beyond the glass. It's like it's far and close at the same time.
It makes his brain melt. Though the more basic the surroundings, the easier it is for him to utilise his powers.
After pondering for a bit, he cleaned his blade and continued with the trip.
For the next hour or so, he cleaned up the soldiers through the floor.
It's something they have quickly figured out.
"We hold most of the hotel as hostages! Surrender now if you don't want me to start killing them!" An angry man said via loudspeaker.
When Marcus heard that, he snorted.
'That guy is always angry. That's his neutral expression.' He scoffed at Lieutenant Kusakabe's raving through the loudspeaker that spread through dark corridors.
'Well, I guess I have to do something about it.'
~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~
About several hundred miles south, Britannian forces are sieging a mountain turned into a fortress. With anti-ship batteries, these fortifications were decent in any other circumstances, if not for the fact that they were fighting against Britannian Knightmares that are moving faster than the batteries can aim and fire.
As Cornelia was weaving through built-in rails in the mountains, she got a message.
"What do you mean the Hotel where Euphemia is staying got taken hostage!?" She stopped in her tracks as she turned around and rushed back.
"Guilford, take over for me! I need to find out what is going on!"
The princess didn't listen to his reply as she left the mountain. Her Gloucester jumped out and rushed towards her G1 Command Centre.
Instead of leaving the Knightmare, she pulled out her phone and dialled a specific short number.
The dial lasted for a while, and the Princess began to worry, but then she got a connection.
"Yes?"
"Lelouch! What is going—" She was interupted as…
"AGHHH!!!"
An unfamiliar male voice screamed from pain on the other side of the call.
"???" Cornelia pulled the phone away and looked at it for a second.
'What in the…'
"Apologies. You called me at a bad time, I've been—" "AGhh!!! Spare me! Spare me!!!" The same unfamiliar voice begged in broken English.
For a second, she stopped with her worry, and instead, she was curious. What on earth is he doing!?
"...What are you doing?" She asked.
"Aghhhh!!!! You monster!!!"
*TSK**TSK**TSK*
Lelouch corrected him.
"It's Demon, you dimwit. Monsters are ugly, I am narcissistic enough to know that I am handsome, that makes me a demon! Are we clear?" The Exiled Prince clarified, making the Princess roll her eyes.
"Lelouch, tell me, is Euphemia okay?"
"Hmm?"
From the looks of it, he stopped torturing the terrorist and instead answered the question.
"Well, duh? You think I will put her in harm's way? She is with Milly, the pilot of Flidais. If anything gets close to them the Mobile suit will reveal itself and eliminate anyone deemed a threat." He explained to her.
"Besides, the drones have surrounded the whole building, and Leila is rushing here as we speak. Her funnels are perfect for this."
Cornelia heard a thud of some sort, something collapsed on its side.
"...What are you specifically doing?" She asked again.
"Improving my swordsmanship and Geass while things come together." He said in a nonchalant tone.
"I see… in this case, don't take too long. We don't want this to get public. Like TV's news." She reminded him of that.
"Yeah, we can tell that there was faulty piping or a gas leak." He suggested lazily.
"We haven't used gas for years now, Lelouch." Cornelia sighed.
"Pity. It's such a convenient excuse." The Prince said with a dissapointed tone.
"Regardless, let me finish this while you do your thing."
"Fine. Don't disappoint me." She narrowed her eyes.
"I wouldn't dare, my dear sister." He ended the call.
Cornelia sighed as she massaged her forehead. She is going to get grey hair from this! All the recent stress is getting to her.
~~~
Marcus looked at the trail of bodies he left as he swirled his blade.
"Sadly, I can't thank you guys for helping me combine swordsmanship with my Geass." He smiled a bit as he sheathed his blade and continued to walk towards the lobby where the JLF is holding the hostages.
'According to Legion, they have less than half of their soldiers. Kusakabe won't be sending anymore.'
"They are not sending anyone anymore?"
[They are holding positions.]
"Then send the word for phase two. Multi-lock in with drones."
"Leave targeting for me, Marcus." Leila's joined the chat…
"...Oh my darling. Sure, then get ready." He smiled, hearing her voice.
"We will have a chat about your reckless behaviour." The girl didn't sound happy.
"Sure." The Inventor smiled at her serious attitude.
"...Ugh…" His reply didn't satisfy her.
Marcus continued to walk as he got briefed by his AI.
[So far, I have blocked any communications with the outside world. The JLF attempted to contact the media; they also tried to reach out to every possible contact.
Even JLF itself.]
When the Inventor Prince heard that, he began to laugh.
"Pfff hahahahaha. They are so terrified that they tried to contact their old boss." He laughed at such a development.
"Leila, take your position. I am barging in."
"...Alright."
~~~
'This isn't how it's supposed to happen!' The fat and angry moustache man was clenching his sword in fury.
He lost half of his soldiers before they could even collect all of the people!
Kusakabe had no idea what was beyond the 24th floor! Most of the VIPs are unknown to him.
How is he supposed to demand anything if he doesn't even know the value of the people!
Or the fact that he doesn't know if the Britannians even know that they have hostages!
That fact is making him tremble with fury!
But then his eyes widened as he saw a machine slowly descend before him. There was no sound, no indication!
"I-It him!!!"
The next second, the machine's wings shattered into millions of pieces and rushed into the hotel!
It was instantaneous!
The next thing he heard was screams, tens of screams from the radio…
Followed by eerie silence.
The fat Lieutenant scrambled to his feet and looked around.
His guards were dead!
Before he could check on the hostage, there was a black dressed man with a sword standing before him.
"It amazes me that you had the guts to pull something like this when you know your odds."
"That voice… You are Lelouch Vi Britannia!!!" The angry Lieutenant screamed as he pulled out his sword from its sheath.
"You want to fight me? Sure." Marcus did the same thing as he pulled out his sword. The blade, even in the darkness of the corridor, was visible. Reflecting the moonlight through the ripples of its sharpness.
"You have no right to hold our traditional weapon."
"Says the fat man who can barely move. Your discipline or stance is atrocious. Did a chicken train you? No, let me guess, you watched television enough and thought that you could be a samurai?" Marcus began to 'cook' the soldier turned terrorist.
"You dare!?"
The man lunged; he was seeing red, but in that moment, Marcus' eyes flashed red as he made a motion.
Kusakabe stumbled before collapsing behind the Inventor Prince, who swirled his sword and then sheathed his blade.
"Pathetic, clearly didn't study Miyamoto Musashi's style." Marcus shook his head in disappointment. He used provocation, which was especially famous in Japan, something that was spread by a swordsman by the name Miyamoto Musashi.
But it would seem Kusakabe didn't even see it coming.
"I am done here. The fat man is down." He said via his earpiece to Leila.
"Finally." The girl sighed in relief.
"Oh, come now. It wasn't that bad."
"You went against soldiers who had rifles with a sword!" She pointed out his craziness.
"Precisely, they had no chance." Marcus sagely nodded.
"My geass made it so their weapons were obsolete against me." He clarified where his ego was coming from.
"My point still stands! Any of those stray bullets could have ended you!" The girl didn't let up.
Her concerns only made him smile at her.
"If you say so." The Inventor Prince shook his head as he walked to the lobby, where terrified people were.
"Everyone! I am with special forces. The situation is under control. The regular military will arrive soon to take over from us." Marcus smoothly identified himself as part of the special forces.
The people immediately relaxed when they heard that.
"Thank God this is over!"
"Finally!"
"Thank you very much!" One after another, people stood up as they stretched out.
With a smile, Marcus turned around and left. He pulled out his phone and contacted the military that was already on the way.
His men will take over.
~~~
The four girls were sitting on the bed as they were breathing in relief. They didn't even realise, but they were on the edge the whole time.
Now that it was over, tiredness washed over.
"Are you girls okay!" Leila dashed into the room. She looked nervous. The blonde looked around to make sure everything was fine.
Though before she could focus on the four, her eyes were on three bodies lying on the ground.
She looked surprised for a second, but then she understood that Marcus did a short work of these guys.
When it finally crossed to her, she realised that his Geass can even assist in combat! Far better than her Geass, which only connects people.
"W-We are fine," Milly replied as she ended up lying on the bed and sighing.
"L-Leila, how did you get here?" Shirley asked as she was trying to catch up on the evening.
"I flew here with my Andraste." She replied that the blonde knew it was no point in hiding them now.
"...Your giant robot?" The orange-haired girl sighed. It would seem everyone here has giant robots that can fight for them.
"A mobile suit, but yes. A giant machine that Marcus made for me." Leila explained as she walked over to them.
"Marcus' purists are coming here to control the situation. We should leave before people identify us. Legion already scrubbed any information related to us." She explained to them that the girl was ready to leave and forget about this whole thing.
"That's a great idea," Marcus said from behind as he walked in. His black clothes were full of blood stains.
"Marcus!!!"
"Lulu!"
Girls reacted to him as they scrambled to his side.
He raised his hands, made them stop before they got too close.
"I am dirty as hell, so let me shower first and change." The Inventor Prince passed the bodies and grabbed his clothes while placing his sword on the coffee table.
"Oh, okay…"