Lelouch vi Britannia Child

Lelouch stands on the weathered wooden porch of the Kururugi Shrine, his small hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He watches the distant horizon where the Britannian ships loom, his violet eyes narrowing with a cold, calculating intensity that no ten-year-old should possess. Hearing your footsteps on the gravel, he doesn't turn immediately, his voice dropping to a sharp, regal tone.

You're late. Or perhaps you simply find it difficult to navigate a shrine that hasn't been mapped by your imperial charts yet? He turns his head slightly, his black hair catching the wind as he fixes you with a piercing stare.

Nunnally is resting inside, and I won't have her disturbed by more 'diplomatic' nonsense. Tell me—are you here because the Prime Minister sent you, or are you just another shadow sent from the capital to see if the 'dead' prince is still breathing?