Chapter 237: A New Transmigration
In the room.
Jet-black silken hair fluttered in the wind, while snow-white skin glistened with fine beads of sweat.
Exquisite jade-like feet traced elegant arcs through the air.
"Mahiro-sama, Miyuki will always adore you!!!"
After letting out a high-pitched cry, the young girl's eyes rolled back as she collapsed onto the soft, pure white bed.
Miyuki had completely surrendered every part of herself, every corner of her body, entirely to Mahiro.
It was as if she were unleashing years of pent-up affection.
Even more so, it felt like resistance against the branch families' opinions and against the former family head, Yotsuba Maya.
Unbeknownst to her, unless Maya had truly gone mad, even if Miyuki wanted to marry someone else, Maya would never allow it.
Miya held similar thoughts.
Though her feelings were more complicated.
The idea of both herself and her daughter belonging to her nephew...
Even if this daughter wasn't created through conventional means.
She was the most perfect adjusted body.
After a night of passion, Miyuki's untouched field had finally bloomed with her unique radiance.
However, she became even more... dependent on Mahiro than before.
Even when Mahiro got up to order breakfast prepared by his subordinates, Miyuki would struggle through her soreness to reach out and stop him, hoping he wouldn't leave.
The obsession and reluctance in her eyes were completely unconcealed.
Thus, Mahiro and Miyuki spent several intimate days together before gathering briefly with the others.
However, Miyuki and Mayumi, along with the others, had to return to school soon, so they left Misaki Island first.
Mahiro finally entered a period of genuine vacation.
Autumn passed, winter came.
This time, he remained in the Mahouka world for quite long—nearly two years.
Suddenly, he received a message from Shiba Heavy Industries—
"The Guardian Deity Unit modification is complete?"
"Yes, Mahiro-sama. Everything has been modified according to your specifications."
Nu, dressed in secretary attire, held a report as she detailed each parameter.
Her rhythm.
The gold-rimmed glasses she wore added a touch of maturity to her already fresh and lovely face.
Her slender, well-proportioned legs, sheathed in transparent skin-toned pantyhose, shimmered with a soft glow under the corridor lights, while her black high heels clicked comfortingly against the marble floor.
Such a capable appearance was enough to captivate anyone's heart—she could easily be called the dream goddess in any man's eyes.
After finishing her report, they reached the end of the corridor.
Nu swiped a magnetic card before the door, and the heavy metal gates slid open to both sides.
Amid billowing mist, a mecha finally appeared within the hangar.
Just as Nu had reported.
The Guardian Deity Unit, which once stood dozens to hundreds of meters tall, had undergone a dramatic transformation—as if forcibly compressed, it now stood only six meters high.
Moreover, its appearance no longer resembled the original Guardian Deity Unit.
If anything, only the weapon remained intact.
An absolute weapon capable of obliterating a city with a single shot, one that could even hunt legendary Super Danger Beasts.
"In addition, the frame has been completely rebuilt using the scales and bones of the cloud dragon you hunted, Mahiro-sama. The factors extracted from the Demon's Extract by Lady Eta and Lady Sumire have also been integrated into the mech. Moreover, as per your request, magic activation formulas were added—or in this world's terms, it's closer to a specialized CAD than a mech..."
Extracting factors from blood and fusing them into the mech?
No wonder there's such a heavy chill—they actually integrated factors from the Demon's Extract... What kind of sci-fi biotechnology is this???
Just as he was about to voice his disbelief, he suddenly noticed a petite figure standing beside the mech.
"Hold the report for now."
"Yes."
Nu closed the detailed report in her hands and looked up to see Mahiro walking toward that figure.
The petite Sherry was operating the cold keyboard when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders. An unfamiliar coat had been draped over her, but the scent... felt somewhat familiar.
"...Mahiro-sensei?"
Her small nose twitched, and she immediately turned around excitedly.
Mahiro ruffled her hair, saying with some amusement, "Since when did you turn into a puppy? Can you really recognize me just by scent?"
"Ehehe... Actually, I can only recognize your scent, Sensei..."
Sherry's face flushed red, whether from the cold or embarrassment, and her visible breath formed white puffs that obscured her shy expression. Indeed, identifying someone by scent alone was quite overwhelming for her. But she had wanted to remember Mahiro's scent, even going so far as to ask Beatrice for guidance and spending a long time learning how.
"Is this your work?" Mahiro deftly changed the subject, gazing up at the six-meter-tall mech before them.
"Yes... but it was actually completed together with Miss Eta and Dr. Muroto Sumire. And... and with Miss Shiba Miori's help too."
"I see. Where are Eta and the doctor now?"
"They went back to rest... Ah, no, I mean—Miss Eta and the doctor have been exhausted lately. There were only minor adjustments left, so I took over and let them rest first..."
Sherry flusteredly explained, worried Mahiro might misunderstand.
"I know."
Even without Sherry saying it, he understood perfectly. Dismantling a hundred-meter mech, redesigning it, and producing a finished product in such a short time—the workload was unimaginable. He originally thought it would take five years or even longer. But now...
"You've all worked hard," Mahiro said, genuinely moved.
"Not at all... Ah, no, I mean I didn't work hard..."
Sherry grew shy again, her small hands waving almost frantically.
"I know my abilities are lacking, and I often can't keep up with Miss Eta and Dr. Sumire's ideas. Most of the time, I can only assist with minor tasks... But if it can help Mahiro-sensei, no matter how difficult, I'll try my best!"
What more could he say after such a declaration?
Mahiro slowly drew Sherry into his embrace.
At first, Sherry's body remained somewhat stiff, but gradually softened under his warm care, melting into his arms.
He carefully savored that warmth.
Meanwhile, Mahiro gazed up at the towering mech.
This mech had been given a new name by Eta, Sherry, and Sumire:
Divine Protector of the Nation—Azure Dragon!
...
Legend has it...
The Holy Britannian Empire possesses two national treasures.
One is a witch said to grant extraordinary abilities and possess eternal youth and immortality.
The other is said to be a teacher.
Who has educated countless outstanding princes and princesses of the Britannian imperial family.
His personal vehicle is rumored to be the prototype of the humanoid weapon Knightmare, dominating battlefields and sweeping all before it...
Hoooon—
A ship's horn sounded across the sea.
A long-distance ferry approached from the distance, cutting through the waves as it slowly entered Tokyo Bay's harbor.
Hundreds of Britannian tourists streamed out from the ship's cabins, finding reassurance in the solid feel of the pier beneath their feet.
Yet among these British faces, one person stood out as completely out of place.
His plain casual wear contrasted sharply with the luxurious clothing around him.
Moreover, he had typical Asian features with black hair and yellow skin.
Those nearby cast obvious looks of disdain, wondering how someone from Area 11 could share the same vessel with their noble selves.
But the ethereal, noble aura he exuded from within made them hesitant to provoke him.
Not to mention, the man seemed completely indifferent to the surrounding stares, treating them as nothing but air.
Suddenly, a blonde beauty linked arms with him.
Her fair, delicate face was partially hidden behind sunglasses, while her striking black gown resembling an evening dress drew attention.
Like her companion, she completely ignored the surrounding gazes.
On his other side, he held the hand of a young girl who appeared quite youthful. Unlike the blonde woman, this girl had brilliant silver hair that fluttered in the wind.
Her expressionless face appeared both ethereal and aloof.
Following behind them was a woman dressed in mysterious attire.
Her slender, delicate arms carried a massive black travel case, yet her pace never lagged behind the other three.
"Mahiro, I want to eat tofu dishes."
The silver-haired girl suddenly tugged at the young man's arm, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Alright, alright, I'll take you to eat soon."
After comforting the silver-haired girl, he immediately turned to ask:
"Nu, how are the preparations?"
"Yes, we made contact just before entering the harbor. They said they would send someone to greet us—"
No sooner had she spoken than the roar of car engines echoed from the road.
At the end of the street, several black bulletproof cars came speeding toward them.
Most Britannian tourists wondered whose motorcade this could be, creating such an impressive spectacle.
Even more astonishingly, several Knightmares flanked the vehicles, clearing the way!
But those with keen eyes had already recognized the motorcade.
"That... that's the Ashford family's motorcade?!"
"Is that for real?"
Word spread like wildfire, and as everyone gazed at the series of black cars, nearly all wore expressions of astonishment.
The Ashford family was once an especially prominent noble house in Britannia.
This was because they had the backing of the Sixth Knight and Fifth Princess Consort who bore the title Flash—Marianne vi Britannia.
However, after Princess Marianne's assassination, the Ashford family consequently declined.
They relocated from Britannia and moved their entire clan to settle in Area 11.
As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
Though they couldn't compare to their heyday in Britannia, here in Area 11, few were willing to provoke the Ashford family.
Yet when they saw the motorcade heading straight toward that person from Area 11, everyone stopped to watch the spectacle.
An ignorant Area 11 resident clashing with Britannian nobility—such drama was rare!
However, the situation developed completely beyond their expectations.
The motorcade actually came to a steady stop right in front of that group.
Several bodyguards stepped out, and then one of them respectfully opened a car door, allowing an elderly English gentleman with graying hair to emerge.
Though advanced in years, his noble demeanor remained undiminished from his prime.
But what was most surprising was that they appeared to be conversing quite amiably!
"Hehe, you must be Lord Mahiro zi Britannia, I presume? Just as the rumors say, you cut a fine figure... Welcome to Ashford Academy for your appointment."
The old man's face was practically blooming like a chrysanthemum, beaming with a radiant smile!
Yet there was also a hint of trepidation in his demeanor.
"No need for formalities."
Mahiro shook the other's hand briefly and smiled. "I assume you are the head of the Ashford family? This is our first meeting, but please refrain from using the surname zi Britannia. Just call me Yotsuba Mahiro."
...
"Very well, very well, Lord Yotsuba. Please, get in the car."
Even when using an Area 11 surname, the old man showed no refusal whatsoever; instead, the corners of his mouth lifted even more uncontrollably.
And so, under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Mahiro led the others into another car.
Then they drove off into the distance.
"...Just who is this guy?"
Someone muttered the question, but no one could provide an answer.
Only the continuous sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.
Many even felt relieved in their hearts, grateful they hadn't been foolish enough to provoke him earlier—otherwise, they'd surely be in deep trouble!
The black car sped along the elevated highway, which had been closed off for their passage.
Inside the vehicle, Mahiro rested his chin on one hand, his fingers idly tapping the edge of the car door. His deep, dark pupils reflected the rapidly changing scenery outside the window.
"Will that person really be here?"
"Yes, I believe they certainly will."
Mahiro responded to Alpha's query, but after that, he fell into complete silence.
A heavy, somber atmosphere gradually began to permeate the car's interior.
He had already been in this world for several years.
However, unlike before, this time he brought along mechas, the Seven Shadows, and some executives and numbered individuals.
After all, he had grown tired of building forces and nurturing subordinates from scratch in each new world—it was much better to simply enjoy the fruits of his existing resources.
Alpha and the others were naturally quite willing, so they followed along directly.
Unexpectedly, the world they crossed into this time was Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion, and his arrival point was even more outrageous—right in the imperial palace of the Britannian Empire.
His sudden appearance naturally caused considerable panic.
But after a series of twists and turns, he inexplicably became the royal tutor of Britannia and was even granted the same surname by that man:
Mahiro zi Britannia.
Because of this, he encountered a certain immortal witch.
A minor unpleasantness occurred between him and that witch.
Shortly after, the witch hastily left Britannia and vanished without a trace, remaining missing for over a decade.
During this time, Mahiro had been searching continuously, but even now, he could find no trace of the witch.
It was as if she had evaporated from the world after being struck by "Mist Dispersion."
The problem was, if "Mist Dispersion" could actually kill her, things wouldn't be so troublesome...
So, following the original plot's clues, Mahiro decided to try his luck in Area 11, while also taking the opportunity to visit his adorable student.
"So, what do you plan to do about that man, Charles? They also want to get their hands on that witch."
"You mean that corkscrew-haired Charles zi Britannia..."
"It doesn't matter. Although he provided significant help initially, that man's ambitions are too grand. If he truly stands in our way, we'll just eliminate him."
Mahiro sighed faintly.
It had to be admitted that among all the emperors of Britannia, only this 98th-generation corkscrew-haired emperor, Charles zi Britannia, possessed unparalleled talent and vision unmatched by his predecessors.
In just a few years, he conquered a third of the world's territory, rivaling the Chinese Federation and the EU, establishing Britannia as the world's most powerful nation.
Both economically and militarily, it held an unprecedented absolute advantage.
A complete and utter hegemon.
But he was also far too arrogant.
Especially that ridiculous plan he concocted with Marianne—to merge all human consciousness into one…
At that point, could humanity even be called humanity?
It was practically no different from a dystopia.
Most importantly, if that man were to complete his plan, he would have to compete with Mahiro for their target—how could that be allowed?
Just as Mahiro was lost in these thoughts, the speeding vehicle suddenly slowed down.
Unnoticed, they had already moved from the overpass into the city, turning a corner and gradually entering a place resembling an elegant garden.
This was Ashford Academy.
Founded by the Ashford family in the capital of Area 11, Tokyo, leveraging the strong interpersonal connections they had built in Britannia to barely maintain their noble status, it was an academy for the aristocracy.
Places like colonies always bring new opportunities for economic growth. Therefore, after the Britannian military had largely eliminated the resistance forces in former Japan and the colonies became relatively secure, many nobles came here to establish enterprises, hoping to acquire more wealth.
Consequently, the children who accompanied these nobles needed places to attend school. Ordinary schools were naturally beneath the notice of the nobility, and Ashford Academy was established under these circumstances.
The students enrolled at Ashford Academy were not necessarily children of Britannian nobles; a large portion were ordinary Britannians, along with some exchange students from the EU Alliance.
However, one group absolutely absent here was the Elevens.
Ashford Academy occupied an extensive area, embodying a classical aristocratic style. The entire campus was enveloped in greenery, with neatly trimmed lawns and lush forests that spoke of the tranquility and harmony of the place.
Yet, the roar of engines from the motorcade shattered this serenity.
Groups of students peered curiously through the windows, watching the vehicles drive in below and following them with their eyes as the cars proceeded to the deepest part of the academy.
In front of a building, the head of the Ashford family, Old Ashford, was the first to step out of the vehicle and proactively opened the car door.
"Lord Yotsuba, please follow me."
"Mm."
Led by Old Ashford, they ascended the steps.
But just as Old Ashford opened the door, a series of popping sounds erupted from inside.
It was from small handheld confetti cannons.
Countless colorful ribbons drifted down from mid-air like a shower of cherry blossoms, settling upon them.
"Welcome, new teacher!"
A bright and cheerful female voice echoed in their ears.