Heading to Japan

Year 2017

Britannian private jet

Location: The Pacific Ocean on route to Area 11

Claudius p.o.v.

I closed the journal I was reading from which I started to write in after a few years here to remember who I was and where I came from.

I currently found myself on a private plane chartered for Tokyo or rather what my family built on top of it.

Sitting there, I could hardly believe that it has been eight years since I arrived here in this body.

Now 22 years old I was tall and lean, standing at six foot one inches tall, just shorter than my older brother by a few inches I also had similar looks with short blond hair that I usually let my bangs grow which tend to cover my eyes sometimes.

I was dressed in a simple blue officer's coat with black pants and shoes that somehow became my go to look for a while.

"My Lord, remind me again why are we going to area 11 again because I'm having doubts on this military inspection that you told the higher ups." A stern voice asked from across the aisle; this was none other than a Mary Taylors.

After we spent time together in the battlefield we became even more closer as she spent most of her time sticking together with my doing her duty as a knight which makes me smile wryly as she seems to be obsessed with her "duty" of hers.

Finally I decided to answer her question "First, the inspection is real not because it is necessary, but I do have a feeling that my brother Clovis will have a shortage of Knightmares shortly by doing something foolish. Second there are several high-value targets that I had to secure before our arrival to accomplish our objectives in the future. Third I received word that my brother's Knightmare development think-tank and competitor the Camelot unit is in area 11 looking for a pilot for their new model."

"Is that everything?" Mary asked probing to see if I had more to say.

"No, we are also going to Area 11 because I feel that the world shall be forever changed because of what happens in the future there."

"Why would you think that?" she asks feigning interest as she has become immune to my grandiose way of talking long ago.

"I'm glad you asked, with its disgruntled population, rampant corruption, various rebel movements, strategic importance, and abundance of sakuradite Area 11 is a powder keg waiting to blow."

"So are we the spark or the water in this situation?" she asked to clarify whether we were going to put out the fire or start one.

"Hopefully the latter but I think it will be a bit of both," I said cryptically.

Curious about my last statement, but satisfied with the results of her little interrogation she went back to reading intelligence reports on activity in the middle east.

Why she took my reasoning so well, it was because I had taken us this far with my line of thinking and she would support me even if it hadn't led to the success I had attained.

Also, there was a rumor going around the regular soldier of the Britannian army saying that I could see the future, and that was why I was never shot down in combat and never been defeated in battle.

I was seen as a living legend in the military especially among pilots and as an example of Britannia's own renaissance man.

By being an ace pilot in the Empire, being the CEO of Anaheim Electronics, and of royal birth to boot.

I had inadvertently become the most eligible bachelor in all of the Britannian Empire and perhaps the world. With that spawned multiple fan clubs and fangirls that followed my every move whenever I set foot in Britannia. Luckily my inspection although filed with the head brass back home I was coming unannounced to Area 11 to not only avoid the fan girls but to arrive and be present for the first act.

Because tomorrow was the start of the show, with everything in place all I had to do was to wait for my opponents to make the first move.

Thinking of the future I can't help but smirk.