Outside the castle, the guard of honor still played hymns, and the sea of red and blue flowed slowly.

Magnus was pleased.

Teaching and intellectual curiosity are both virtues, and the former leads to the latter's pursuit of hope.

The sun is always there, it burns, and Magnus, who has witnessed the light, has vowed countless times to bring humanity out of the cave of ignorance.

Humans deserve to live under the sun, not in the long, dark old world.

But the wise are always lonely, and even brothers, few can truly understand Magnus's fiery.

Superstitious brutes, tough arrogant, dull and ignorant.

Perhaps the latter can be saved, after all, not all people are born with the keen eye to gaze and understand the illusionary subspace.

So Magnus, with his kindness, understood and patiently answered Killiman's question.

The two primordials were slowly moving through the honor guard of the crowd, their offspring huddled around them, the weather was fine, and the sun was shining on their delicate armor.

Generally speaking, Magnus, the Crimson Monarch, does not have much to do with Robert Killiman.

With the exception of the wise Khan, or the omniscient Perturabo, Magnus was deliberately distant from his brothers, who did not understand the world Magnus saw, and who lacked some sparkle of psionic power.

Yes, Magnus is a unique being, he is the only one of his brothers who holds psionic authority, and his father has personally promised that he is unique, that he is unique.

Perhaps the angel St. Giles also knew a thing or two about the use of psionic powers, but it was only superficial exploration, and St. Giles lacked the necessary curiosity, and the lack of motivation made it difficult for him to go deeper

At all times, a burning heart of knowledge is obviously necessary and necessary.

Magnus does not refuse the humble and measured seeker of knowledge, and it is their right to acquire knowledge.

Magnus won't refuse—

Even Killiman, who had no trace of psionic sparkle at all.

Psychic comprehension requires passion, imagination, and intellectual richness, but Robert Killeman is the exact opposite of these qualities.

The father of the Ultramarine, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Killiman lacks a certain necessary emotional quality, he is a politician, a man who fights with tables, such a person is naturally not suitable for subspace.

Even if Killiman was his brother, Magnus could only sigh helplessly, they were destined to be strangers.

But on the way to the banquet, Killyman stopped Magnus with his politician's smile, and just as Magnus thought Killiman was going to talk nonsense, Killiman consulted him about psionic powers.

To be clear, Magnus did not agree with Killiman's daily style, Killiman was an ambitious fellow, and it was an arrogance that he threw himself and the power of the Legion into the construction of five hundred worlds while the other legions were bleeding for the Empire.

He was reluctant to talk to politicians, and even the Lord of Maculag was well-read, but Magnus did not believe that a man who fought with an abacus could read much passion in a book.

But Killiman asked him about psionic powers, and his apt questions were like snakes spitting out Magnus, hissing and itching the Scarlet Monarch's heart.

"My brother, Magnus, you are the most knowledgeable of us about the existence of subspace, I wonder if you would be interested in answering some of my questions?"

Sometimes, professorship is harder to endure than curiosity.

It sounds like his brother wants to make some changes to the Ultramarine's think tank, but the Lord of Maculag doesn't know anything about subspace, he needs knowledge, he needs a teacher who can solve his doubts-

And what could know more about psionic energy and subspace than Magnus, the Scarlet Monarch?

Unless it was their father, he wouldn't have found a better fit than Magnus.

Magnus patiently answered Killiman's questions, some of which may have been naïve, but for someone who wasn't even a beginner, they were profound enough.

It was the right decision to attend this banquet, and after a long guard of honor, they could sit in the spacious hall and continue their conversation, even if Killiman was not gifted, Magnus was willing to show him the beauty of psionic powers.

Seeing that the two primordials were talking happily, Ahriman, who was following Magnus's side, breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, and even he didn't know why he did it.

In fact, before the feast departed, his patron elves looked a little anxious, Peok's shiny wings dimmed, and Hartholmatt shrank himself into a corner of the cabin, shivering.

Under the leadership of Magnus, the Scarlet Monarch, the Thousand Sons who are familiar with psionic energy can have their own guardian elves, these small creatures composed entirely of psionic energy, which Ahriman once thought were angels.

His little angels, who appear when Ahriman needs them, are like schools of fish in the sky, emitting sparkling light, like eagles carved out of a few small suns.

Later, in the discussion of scholars, the word "angel", which has a special religious meaning, was eliminated, and only the ignorant would use words like "angel" or "demon".

Even if they are not angels, they are beautiful enough.

But now that his Patron Elf was starting to get anxious, and Ahriman knew what that meant, one doom, one defeat, what did his Patron Elf want to remind him?

Either way, he will be cautious about whatever may happen next at the banquet.

Ahriman was clearly more worried than his father.

Something was going to happen, and he didn't know anything about it.

The servant bowed, the door slowly opened, and the two primordials stepped through the door, and at this point, the guests of this banquet had arrived.

Hades expertly lowered his fork and stood in salute, but the corner of his right eye jerked at the sight of the comer.

The first to come in was the Lord of Macurag, the father of the Thirteenth Legion Ultramarine, Robert Killiman.

Sumptuous royal blue satin glittered in the firelight, and with short golden hair and a crown of emerald olive leaves, Killiman was smiling, a smile that could not be faulted, like a wise monarch of antiquity, or an ideal man who did not exist on a campaign poster.

But most importantly, he looks like a perfectly normal person.

One, normal people.

Hades would never admit that he had briefly cursed inwardly why he hadn't landed in Macurag.

Then Robert Killeman looked back with a smile, and the person behind him was-

Magnus!

Hades paused for a few seconds, and in those few seconds, it was as if he had seen thousands of tragic fates.

Slowly and desperately, he realized that today's banquet seemed to be a mistake.

Hades' gaze shifted as the angel, still ignorant, pulled Motarian up and went to welcome his two brothers.

The only good news, it seems, is that if they fight, the angels will be able to control everyone by force.

Yes, yards.

(End of chapter)