【……】

Motarian took a deep breath and first cleared out the most common image in his mind—

He opened the office door and saw a figure in the dimly lit corridor fighting with the servant who was bringing him food.

Mortarian knocked on the door with a blank face, and a dull echo rippled through the corridor.

Hades snapped his head back with a spoon of rice, smiled crookedly at him, then swaggered the servant one last time and hurried back to his office with two lunches.

Some kind of non-human being ate Mortarion's lunch, so Mortarian took back the two portions of Garo and Vaux.

Then he threw out Hades, who was standing in the office and loudly pronounced a declaration of the holiday uprising, along with Hades, who howled and said that the foundry department had no money and needed to allocate funds.

There is also Hades, who gnaws on metal blocks while scolding Machado, Hades who dances some kind of Hades dance in front of Garo, who works overtime, and Hades who does not let go of the bed in the medical department and does not want to go back to work.

Finally, Motarian remembered the being who stood in front of thousands of psionic species, one person opened the heavens.

He silently superimposed this image into Luojia's words, and the two figures began to coincide......

He should have thought of this a long time ago, and instead of remembering Hades, he could only think that he couldn't let him steal his lunch today.

Motarian sullenly took a sip of his glass, but in a moment he smashed the glass again in annoyance, and he let go of it, took a tin flask from the many glass jars around his waist, opened it and took a sip.

【…… It's him. 】

Motarian said,

[The pretending being you call a ghost, I think is the commander of the Death Guard - perhaps he should be called the Master of the Silent Order now.] 】

The angel in the distance quietly took a sip of wine, and the Khan looked at the army in silence.

[Pretending to be a ghost? 】

Luojia turned her head, her eyes staring at Motarian without blinking, his violet eyes staring at him,

[With all due respect, Motarian, you seem to be allergic to any ritual or pursuit of spiritual value. 】

Without a trace, he glanced at the dirty flask in Motarion's hand, the grease stains used to lubricate the firearm stuck to it, and there were some unidentified black lumps, resembling some kind of medicine residue.

Luojia softened his tone, and spoke before Motarian could speak sarcastically,

[But I have no intention of arguing with you about this, brother, how do you tell that this one in my mouth is a being you know?] 】

He watched as Motarian tapped his fingers on the flask in silence before he spoke again,

[Only he can create this feeling on a large scale,]

Motarian took another sip, and he hit the nail on the head,

[Weakness, dislocation, panic, vomiting, you want to subconsciously stay away from him - it's a nature to escape from his realm before you have no control over your limbs.] 】

Mortarian evoked a sarcastic laugh, his chapped mouth smelling of poisonous juice, and he said briskly,

[I'm all too familiar with this. 】

Luojia was silent for a moment,

But you can't be sure that other beings also have this power, which may or may not be. 】

Motarian coughed and laughed,

[Yes, other soulless beings may have similar powers, but—I mean, how many beings can make the original feel oppressive?] 】

That sense of dying powerlessness.

yes, how did Motarian himself not realize this earlier? Is there an existence in any legion that can fight the original body in a few moves, even if it is a white scar or a wolf think tank, there is no way to suppress the original body with spiritual energy, right?

Conversely, among the Death Guards there is Hades, who can suppress at least two Primordials with anti-psionic energy.

He took all this for granted, what step was overlooked?

Does it start with Hades telling him about subspace, or does it start with Hades starting to build the Zero Company step by step?

To use an inappropriate analogy, it's a kind of thing like you suddenly find out that your good brother on the top bunk is actually the top manager of a special agency in a country, and he usually shows his overly ordinary side, but because his expression when he asks you to bring food and shout daddy every day is too unnatural, you can't connect the two at all.

Motarian suddenly realizes that the Hades he knows is actually very divisive—his character ...... No, virtue, not worthy of his abilities.

Hades is very reliable, and at the same time, Hades is also unreliable.

But Motarian trusts Hades, not because Hades is unreliable or not, but purely because they fought together from Barbarus, and Hades has already proven that he is trustworthy.

Motarian was deceived by the past.

He realizes that it is not Barbarus's experience that shapes his trust in Hades, but Hades himself that makes others trust.

Motarian's thoughts tumbled in confusion.

So, Barbarus's experience was actually the process of building trust in Hades for him?

Motarian remembered Killiman, who had a high opinion of Hades, and remembered...... He looked at Luojia in front of him.

He remembered the damned Machado and the Emperor.

According to Luojia, his heir did not see the white helmet of the death guard emblem, but the black helmet that was as dark as the night.

Motarian's eyes were empty, and he raised his glass and took a big sip, the flask he had brought with him was already half empty.

Motarian unconsciously pulled another glass bottle from his waist, and then naturally poured the viscous fermentation into the flask, and then poured the red wine in his glass to dilute the fermentation.

He didn't realize that Fugen behind him was about to scream like a siren, and the angel smiled gracefully and pressed Fugen with one hand to make him reasonable.

Compared to Fogen's screams, St. Giles still thinks that Luojia's conversation with Motarian will be more valuable.

Motarian took another sip, this time spicy.

He thought sullenly that Hades was a Barbaros anyway, and he could only be a Barbarusian, and he was not a Terra, nor a Makurag.

It occurred to Motarian that he was glad that Hades was wearing a black helmet instead of a blue helmet.

At least...... Nor is it a golden helmet.

Motarian was silent, he remembered the blue and white letter that had been hanging in his office, hadn't he already figured it out?

yes, he's already figured it out.

Motarian shook his flask in silence as he looked at the grand army in the distance.

【…… It's him, it's definitely him. 】

Motarian said softly, alcohol and poison eating away at his sanity.

[But he is definitely not the existence you claim to be, Luojia, why are you obsessed with distorting the nature of things? 】

Even if Hades pretends to be a human in front of other legions, he Motarian is the one who really knows what kind of virtue Hades is!

Yes, yards

(End of chapter)