The coronation was broadcast worldwide. Regardless of the time zone, day or nighttime, one could see how Lelouch Vi Britannia became the Emperor of the World and the 99th Emperor of Britannia.
Some of the clueless people wondered why he had two titles of Emperor.
For that, there will be a documentary explaining it.
However, there is one thing that caused Marcus' headaches.
And that is the official name of his nation.
There was a strong stigma surrounding Britannia. Everyone hates that Empire for its policies and radical views.
So it was a huge headache to juggle both. For that, Marcus created a new title—the Emperor of the World. But…
It's a bit useless as he will be conquering space.
Anyway, with a new crown on his head, the Emperor was in a meeting with a considerable number of people from all over the world.
"As I said, just calling the Britannian Empire will cause half of the world to hate it! We will be returning to square one!"
"We will be using large garrisons to keep the population in check. And if they move to space, it will be even harder to maintain peace and order."
Marcus nodded, as he already saw that coming miles away.
"Then we should keep Anaheim? It's simple and a single word." Another official suggested.
"Anaheim is a company name. Nothing can describe people under it."
"Britannia started from the ashes of the old British Monarchy." One person with some historical knowledge commented.
After that, it was more back and forth.
Marcus looked at the people switching back and forth between names and history.
The newly crowned Emperor looked at his old man, who was detached from all of this; he simply listened and was drinking his coffee.
Then the conversation even reached Marcus' name; people disliked the fact that he even had 'Vi Britannia' in his name.
Stigma surrounding Charles was strong in all of this.
However, after checking the clock, Marcus eventually realised that his could last for hours, if not days.
He doesn't have the time for it!
His eyes eventually fell on the large painting of the city of Constantinople on the wall… He got an idea.
"Enough." His voice spread through the room.
"..." Everyone stopped talking and looked at him.
"In that case, we will simply take a neutral option." The Emperor said with a simple tone.
"...Neutral?"
"What is the Capital of our glorious and newly created Empire?" Marcus asked all of a sudden.
"...Ummm… You mean… but it was close to 600 years since the fall…"
"And it was similar to how the Holy Roman Empire was formed as well, from the ashes of the Frankish Empire."
The Inventor Emperor snorted. These idiots think that he doesn't know his history?
He will simply continue the legacy of the greatest Empire of the World. Sure, Bizantium was a legacy of the Roman Empire.
It was more or less the Roman Empire; they called themselves Roman even if they spoke Greek.
"Then…"
"We shall be known as the Holy Byzantine Empire."
"!!!"
"...But…"
"Simple as that. Besides, their banner was always purple, and purple is widely used in Anaheim's military."
Some of the Officials looked at their uniform, which was black and purple…
"And our capital is Constantinople. Simple as that. Since you all can't decide, I will decide for you." He shrugged before putting the last nail in the coffin.
"Oh, and for my name, I shall honour the greatest Emperor of Bizantium and the beginning of our conquest.
From now on, I shall be known as Marcus Justinian Anaheim. The First Emperor of the Holy Byzantine Empire, the Emperor of the World and the 99th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire.
A nice selection of three titles.
Simple, yes?"
"..."
"..."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." The rest of them sighed in resignation…
The officials could only sigh and give him what he wanted. Because honestly, it was their fault…
"Good, that is out of the way, we can return to our work. Time for rebranding." The Emperor smirked as he was feeling a bit excited.
Sure enough, everyone left, except for the Former Emperor, who chuckled.
"That's how you do it, Son. make them squirm when they can't decide." He took a sip of his coffee after saying that.
"I know. The more they complain, the more chaotic I can make." Marcus said with a smile before leaving the meeting room as well.
He needs to do a lot of stuff. The infrastructure upgrades are almost complete. What remains now is the actual tests and data processing.
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As the news spread, Marcus' girls decided to ask him in person why he had taken such a 'Historic' route.
"Might I know why?" Leila asked him. The girl stopped wearing a military uniform for a simple reason: she had joined Anna in the pregnant girlfriends camp.
Though… now that he was Emperor, he could finally make them his Empress Consorts.
"Which version do you wish to hear?" He asked her as his gaze went from the hologram on her.
The blonde walked over and ended up sitting on his lap while getting comfortable in his hands. The beauty had a satisfied look on her face. It was a different kind of look.
There was no more jealousy, but loads of satisfaction radiating from her.
"All of them." She said while leaning into his chest and getting comfortable.
"Well, one of them is that my officials can't decide, none of them liked Anaheim or Britannia, so I decided, fuck it, let's go with my childhood favourite Empire." He joked while saying that.
"You can't say that." Leila laughed while saying that. "You are Emperor of the World now. You can't swear like that." The girl poked his cheek with affection.
"What about other reasons?"
"Unification obviously. Britannian has a stigma; Anaheim is more or less a company, not a nation. Besides, it's weird to call someone Anaheimian. It sounds better to call one Byzantine." He shrugged.
"Right… your obsession with the city."
"Indeed, a city that connects two continents." He replied with a smile as he was hugging her closer.
"Hmm. I think this is just your random moments of fancy." The girl sighed while saying that. She has this feeling that all of this is just Marcus wanting something, and the entire world has to scramble to do it.
"Maybe, as the saying goes, at least once per day, men think of Rome."
"...This is not Rome."
"Byzantium IS Rome. And I intend to utilise some of their architecture in the future." He grinned while saying that.
He is going to make cities beautiful again! No more simple square buildings full of glass. Efficiency can go fuck itself; he wants gorgeous cities. People can bitch about efficiency in other places, like logistics or the battlefield, but one thing is for sure: cities have to look nice.
'Maybe huge coliseums for Mobile Suit combat?'
He pondered before recalling he could make something football with Knightmares, they are still a thing. He could use Sutherlands to play games.
'Hmmm…' as he pondered, he stroked the blonde beauty's long hair.
"What are you thinking now?"
"Some things. Now that it's a peace, we need to give people some entertainment." He said with a smile.
"...Right… that smile is telling me it could be huge and destructive," Leila replied with a strained smile.
"Depends on perspective." He replied, knowing what she was thinking." For now, let's focus on this." The Emperor showed her his latest work.
It was something like highways of electrical pulses.
"This is Nunnally's spine and the nervous system. I've been manually connecting it."
"...manually?" The blonde was a bit surprised that he is doing that.
"Yes, and at the same time, I am developing a method to perform such a task." With a flick of his hand, another hologram popped up.
This was Assembly Line's robotic hands.
"Based upon millions of, if not billions, of times these hands moved, I have a countless amount of data to make this procedure automatic without the need of human interference."
"...Isn't it a bit dangerous?" Leila looked worried; she didn't want Marcus to test this on Nunnally!
"Not really. But I will be testing it on volunteers with missing limbs and who want actual limbs of flesh, not prosthetics.
I have millions of people working with my data to develop medical care." He explained to her, making her smile as she saw him throw himself into medical science right after the war.
"Though… isn't it a bit dangerous, you always protected your technology." The blonde recalled how much he worked on protecting his technology from foreign nations.
"Marrybell will be on the Technology Protection Committee. It's an organisation that will have control over technology leakage.
Especially towards criminals and the black market. We no longer have foreign nations, but we do have 'foreign' elements that will try to use our Technology for their gains."
"...Oh… interesting, you are putting quite a bit of faith into her."
Leila is having this strange feeling around Euphemia and Marrybell. It's like those two harbour more than just normal sibling relationships.
"She is just right for these kinds of tasks." He smirked, knowing how zealous Marybell is. Marcus helped her, and in turn, she is eternally grateful to her. He assisted in sealing that wound.
"I see… and the South Pole thing?"
This is where Marcus got a bit serious.
"Nina finished the drills, and the test runs brought superb results.
We are preparing to launch them right next to the Frozen city. It will take several months for the frozen lakes to melt and turn into a 'power' source for the arcs."
Marcus pondered on the levitation technology he had already obtained from his research. He is planning to do it in train technology aboard the Space Elevators.
"I see… so we will be focusing on the arches?" Leila was a bit nervous about those things… especially now!
"Relax, it's not what we are focusing 100% on. We still have to build up Infrastructure around our solar system. After all, it takes a bit of time to develop something like that." He explained to the nervous girl while stroking her tummy.
The blonde smiled at him before kissing his lips.
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Not long after the first coronation, another was held to crown Marcus as Holy Byzantine Emperor!
People were confused, BUT they liked this much more than being named Holy Britannian Empire or… simply Anaheim. Anaheim was a… cause, an objective to unite the world under a single banner.
Now that it had happened, they needed a name. Marcus decided to nerd himself out and just name it… Holy Byzantine Empire!
Though there was some dissatisfaction.
Some nobles, and even his other, more rebellious siblings, decided to raise objections.
For a simple reason that he took a new name and surname. There is no more 'Britannia'. It doesn't hold the same weight anymore.
The Britannian Royal Family doesn't exist and…
With that.
No more wealth, influence, or even land.
Simply because a new Royal, or more precisely, Imperial family was born that carries the name that unified the world, it's called Anaheim.
"Brother! You can't do this! We are family!"
All of a sudden, a portion of the throne room erupted when the changes were declared.
Before Marcus could say something, his old man, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and took a couple of steps before turning around and looking at the entire Throne room.
His eyes at that moment glowed red.
At that moment, the newly crowned Emperor's eyes widened. This was it! His old man's Geass! He swiftly activated his and observed the whole thing.
"Charles Zi Britannia grants you… new memories." With a bit of flair, he rewrote the memories of most of the Throne Room.
It was a simple change to ensure his pathetic children obeyed and no longer embarrassed him.
The rest, who were out of his range, simply stared in disbelief.
'So that's father's Geass…'
'Scary…'
Marcus' Imperial sisters looked a bit spooked by what they saw.
"Continue, Lelouch, they won't interrupt." With that said, he got back to his seat and continued to sip his coffee.
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