Chapter 21: Mao’s Last Symphony
In Norway—more precisely, in what is now known as the European United—it wasn't the Norway or the Europe we know from our world.
Countries like Norway, Germany, France… they no longer existed as independent nations. They had all been unified under a single empire, forged by none other than Napoleon Bonaparte himself.
The British, on the other hand, had been completely driven out of their own homeland, forced to flee across the ocean and rebuild their civilization in North America.
That was the reality of the Code Geass universe—a timeline that had branched off wildly from our own.
Things were just... different. Fundamentally and drastically different.
Inside the hollow, half-collapsed ruins of an old church, a man with messy white hair sat on a weathered bench.
His outfit was nothing short of ridiculous—strange in the way that it screamed both 'cool' and 'cringe' all at once.
Purple-tinted glasses covered his eyes, hiding the expression of someone deep in thought—or perhaps completely lost in the noise inside his own mind.
His gaze was vacant, unfocused, as if he was drifting through memories he'd rather not relive.
The sudden sound of footsteps echoing through the ruined building snapped him out of it, irritation immediately flashing across his face.
A woman approached him—green hair, piercing emerald eyes, and a white lab coat draped over her shoulders like a loose cloak.
Her presence felt out of place… too calm, too certain.
"Are you Mao?" she asked plainly.
Mao narrowed his eyes at her, his face twisting in immediate displeasure.
Something about her—no, specifically the color of her hair—hit a nerve.
It reminded him of someone. Someone he was trying so hard to forget.
"Who are you?" he barked, stepping back, his voice tense. "Why… why can't I read you?"
She didn't answer him right away.
Instead, she calmly walked past him and took a seat on the same church bench, resting her hands on her lap like she owned the place.
"Do you want to meet C.C.?" she asked, finally breaking the silence. "I'll tell you where she is. Sit down."
She patted the space beside her, as if she were offering him something warm and casual, like a seat in a café—not the location of the woman who'd haunted his every waking moment.
Mao scowled. He hated this. He hated anything that wasn't under his control.
And this woman—this damn enigma woman—was a mystery he couldn't solve.
Why couldn't he hear her thoughts?
None of this made sense.
Still, something in him couldn't resist. Driven by desperation, by obsession, or maybe just sheer madness, he sat down beside her anyway. A low growl escaped his throat as he clenched his fists.
"Tell me where she is!"
"Relax, boy. She's not going anywhere. You'll find her in Area Eleven. Come there, and trust me—you'll love it." The woman smirked with a wicked glint in her eye, like she already knew how the whole thing would play out.
"Why are you helping me?" Mao asked cautiously, his voice tense with suspicion.
"Simple. I want immortality. And she—she can give it to me. It's a win-win situation for both of us, really. You get her back, and I get what I want in return."
"I'll help you capture her. I know better than anyone where she's hiding, and I know exactly how to snatch her out of Prince Clovis's hands," the woman added confidently, folding her arms like it was already a done deal.
"Prince Clovis...? You're telling me she's in Britannia's hand?" Mao was visibly shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Why would Prince Clovis even want C.C.?
"Not just in his hand," the woman said with a cruel smile, "She's molded completely into his possession now. His little pet. His plaything. If you don't move your ass soon, it'll be too late."
Her words dripped with provocation.
"Call me the moment you land at the airport. I'll handle the distraction. I'll keep Clovis busy while you take that green-haired back for yourself."
Without another word, the woman turned and walked away, her heels clicking sharply on the ground, not even glancing back.
She got what she came for—planted the seed of chaos—and left without hesitation.
Mao's frown deepened, a scowl forming as suspicion crawled its way up his spine.
Should he really go to Area Eleven? Should he trust a single word that venomous woman said?
What if she was lying? What if this was all a setup?
But then again… why would she lie? She seemed to know far too much. About C.C., about Britannia, about everything.
Whatever. It didn't matter anymore. He had already made up his mind. This was why he had been traveling the world—to find her. To find C.C. and make her pay for abandoning him like he was nothing.
His fists clenched, his eyes hardened with resolve.
No more hesitation.
He would go. He would follow the woman.
And he would drag C.C. back from wherever the hell she was—even if he had to burn down the entire Britannian empire to do it.
…
3 Days Later
When Mao arrived in Area Eleven and landed at the airport, he wasted no time.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he reached for his phone, fully intending to call the woman and inform her that he was ready to move forward with the operation.
But before his hand could even reach into his pocket, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the air.
The bullet tore through the atmosphere at blinding speed, aimed directly at his forehead with ruthless precision.
His eyes widened in disbelief, pure shock etched across his face—he hadn't even sensed it coming.
But it was already far too late.
The bullet punched clean through his skull, cracking bone and tearing into brain matter.
No matter how powerful his Geass ability was, his physical body was still just as vulnerable as any ordinary man's—fragile, soft, helpless against the sheer force of a speeding bullet.
The Geass on his eye may have allowed him to read minds, manipulate thoughts, even orchestrate madness in others, but it couldn't stop a bullet.
Mao collapsed instantly, his body hitting the floor like a ragdoll, blood pouring from the gaping hole in his skull, pooling beneath him.
Screams erupted throughout the airport, chaos breaking out as people scrambled for cover.
And amid that chaos, Mao's lifeless corpse laid sprawled on the cold floor, one last smirk frozen on his face like a fool who thought he had control.
...
Elsewhere – Secret Underground Laboratory, Area Eleven
While Mao bled out publicly, his brains sprayed across airport tiles, a different kind of madness was happening behind closed doors.
The dim glow of monitors cast eerie shadows across the walls of the underground lab.
Papers and files were strewn across the desk—documents filled with classified data, immortality theories, genetic codes.
But none of that mattered right now.
Prince Clovis, his blonde hair messy, his royal jacket half-unbuttoned—was balls-deep inside Dr. Mobius, the green-haired scientist moaning beneath him.
Her lab coat was hanging uselessly off her shoulders, her blouse shoved up to expose her heaving breasts, nipples stiff from the cold and the thrill.
Her skirt had been flipped up and bunched at her waist, and Clovis' cock was buried in her slick, eager pussy, thrusting hard and deep as the desk beneath them creaked with every movement.
The idea of executing Mao was satisfying on its own. But fucking this insatiable bitch while the plan unfolded?
It was fucking exhillarating.
Clovis grunted, his hips slamming into her over and over again, the wet slaps of skin echoing against the metallic walls of the lab.
"Fuck, you're tight, Dr. Mobius." He groaned, feeling the pressure build inside him, his balls tightening with each thrust.
Dr. Mobius moaned like a whore in heat, one hand gripping the edge of her desk while the other clawed at her own breast.
And just as the thought of fucking her while Mao's body bled out at the airport crossed Clovis' mind again—he came.
Hard.
He groaned loud, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her, spilling every last drop deep into her soaked cunt.
When he finally pulled out, his shaft still twitching, he took a deep breath, zipped up his pants, and admired the mess he made.
Dr. Mobius lay sprawled across her desk, panting, her blue skirt hiked up, her thighs sticky with cum.
The woman struggled to sit upright, fixing her disheveled blue skirt.
"Thank you, Dr. Mobius," Clovis said with a self-satisfied grin, patting her ass as she leaned on the desk. "It seems the boy took the bait and walked right into your trap."
He chuckled, eyes gleaming with malice. "I guess your hair color managed to catch his attention more than we expected."
Dr. Mobius shot him a sharp glare. "I've held up my end of the bargain, Prince Clovis. Mao's dead. Now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
"Of course, of course," Clovis replied smoothly, brushing invisible dust off his jacket. "The funds will be transferred to your lab tomorrow. Good luck with your little immortality project, Doctor. May you finally achieve that eternal life you've been dreaming about since the beginning."
With a smirk and a final slap to her ass, Prince Clovis turned and walked away—satisfied beyond measure.
He had taken out a dangerous enemy and gotten his rocks off in the process.
Not a bad day at all.
There was no reason to linger.
And no one left to mourn Mao.
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Author Note:
This chapter is a continuation of the previous one. So why doesn't it pick up where Clovis was talking to Lord Ashford? Why jump straight into the assassination scene involving Mao?
Well, it's what they always say: show, don't tell.
In other words, all the actions in this chapter—and the next, and the one after that—are the direct result of the MC's earlier conversation with Lord Ashford.
That talk set everything in motion: taking full control of Area Eleven, eliminating rivals, crushing terrorists, and preparing for his war against the Chinese Federation… all while having sex with various girls and looking damn good doing it.
Now, for those of you who don't know who Dr. Mobius is—check out Honkai Impact 3. No, this is not a crossover. I just borrowed her character, personality, and competence. Just the character. Not the world. Not the powers. I don't like writing OCs or designing them—it takes too much time. So yeah, that's why she's here.
No Honkai bullshit. No crossover. Final answer.
Still, I'll occasionally borrow some girls from other franchises to fill the cast gaps in Code Geass.
Yor Briar is one of them. I mean, come on—having a hot assassin as your personal hitman? That's fucking cool.