[Three days later] [Tenacity aboard]

Volks' stared at the dreadnought, familiar model in front of him, the mistletoe with the original body tied to its back.

"I'll never trust you, Karas Typhon."

Vaux said, staring at the fearless man who had been dead since he returned,

"Even if you're chosen by the Original, I won't believe you."

Vaux clenched his hand, the wound cut by Macado three days ago aching.

"The supreme leader of the Death Guard is Garo."

Vaux finished his announcement, and he stood there, waiting for Callas's response,

“……”

"Okay."

Karas Typhon said that his quick surrender even brought Woxton to a halt.

Vaux breathed deeply, as if wrestling with his thoughts,

"Kalas Typhon,"

His voice softened,

"What did you see, and what did Lord Motarian say to you?"

Callas was silent, and in a trance, Vaux seemed to think that this dreadnought was trembling,

“…… After that day,"

Callas's muffled voice rang out,

"I think a lot, Volks."

Vaux shifted his foot uneasily, he didn't think it was a good start, but in some strange mood he continued listening,

“…… I'm a loser, traitor. ”

Kalas said

"Hades was right, he saw me a long time ago, before everyone else — long before we first met."

"Barbarus?"

Vaux asked in a low voice, and Kalas affirmed his question,

"He's right."

Callas Typhon said sullenly,

"If you wish to repent,"

"You could have told me right at Lord Hades' grave — it had to be after the funeral, and you couldn't go out now," Vokes said. ”

After learning the news from Machado, while waiting for the voyage to retrieve the original body,

A memorial service for Hades is prepared within the Death Guard - The Death Guard has never had a tradition of mourning the dead, but Hades can be the exception.

They invited Makado, Angron and Killiman, with Makado rebuffing the Death Guard, and the two Primals agreeing.

"I know,"

Kalas Typhon replied, as if he didn't want to disturb the memorial service in the hall below deck, and he lowered his voice,

"I just...... I just don't understand ......"

"I don't understand why Motarian hasn't shot me yet."

Kalas was silent, his soul trembling before his conscience, burning before the fact that he was a rotten man, and he realized in despair that he didn't deserve this kind of treatment anyway, like a newly released bastard who wanted to serve his parents, only to find that his parents who were waiting for him to be released were already dead.

He couldn't accept all this, he forced himself to accept it all, and if he continued to crumble in the face of heavy facts, then he would still be the scum that no one could save.

Fortunately, Karastiphon is not weak, not afraid to face reality, even if he used to be, but he is not now.

He figured it out.

After a long time, Callas's tone became the same as that ruffian on Barbarus,

"Forget it - pay off the debt, pay the life for the debt, this guy Motarian wants me to work for him, I admit it."

"—Anyway, he didn't die."

No one saw Callas crumble in the illusion, and Callas Typhon wouldn't let anyone else see him.

Callas's tone became indifferent,

"You just said I could go to Hades' grave and spit before I go, Vaux?"

The smoke cleared over the dreadnought shell, and Volks' put away his gun,

"Watch your words, Karas."

Volks,

"Even if you're the Death Guard's hope of finding the Legion Leader right now, I want you to realize that if you do this again and again—then you're not going to end well."

Kalas smiled,

"Little cub,"

He said, skillfully began to tease Vaux,

"What did you say to me until Hades?"

"He said that if I died, then he would definitely come to my tomb for a spring outing, and eat my sacrifice as a snack."

Hades said this to Motarian as well, and Motarian reacted casually.

Walxton lived, the Barbaros trio was famous, the true leader of the Death Guard Motarian, the southern commander Karas, and the wild revenant Hades.

The story of the three of them is like some kind of heroic tale that circulates in the village of Barbaros.

Wizards of strange bloodlines and abominable revenants have found the true Grim Reaper in the castle of the Alien Lord.

So, in terms of seniority and seniority, Karastiphon could indeed use his previous stories with the Legion Commander and Commander to overpower Vaux.

And in fact, that's what he did.

"Even if you've been in the company of two great people, it only adds to your insignificance."

Vaux said calmly that he was no longer the flawed young man that Kalas had in his impression.

Sure enough, Karaston lived.

Half-ringing, he continued to say nonchalantly,

"Whatever, I can't spit out in this state anyway, I just want to see him has nothing to do with anything else, just memories,"

"Are you satisfied with this reply, Volks?"

Vaux stared at Callas,

"Of course you can, but we'll be watching you, and at the same time, you can't be in the sight of anyone else."

Karas's engine rang twice,

"Thank you to the reasonable Death Guard Company Commander,"

He said defiantly

"Also, as someone who can retrieve Motarian, can I make a little request of my own?"

Vaux silently grasped the scythe and motioned for Kalas to continue,

"I want some roasted horse meat,"

Callas said.

"It's not too late to pay off the debts you owe back then."

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Angelon felt ...... Something he didn't know how to describe.

Since he came out of the maelstrom, he had rarely felt this emotion, even in the face of chaos, he had never been so entangled.

This thing...... It's amazing.

He was going to Hades' memorial service, and in front of Angrone, Killiman, dressed in a formal dress, looked heavy and sad, and Lady Yuton, who was next to Killiman, also looked sad.

Behind Angelon, Karn, whose face was expressionless, also exuded a sincere enough grief.

They walked along the promenade of the Fortitude, and there was a sense of unspoken grief that filled the air.

It's all sad –

Premise Angron doesn't know that Hades is alive.

After receiving the invitation from the Death Guard, Angelon contacted Makado as soon as possible.

The old man, who was buried in psionic energy to find Motarian, said in a tone of nonchalance,

"I received it too, don't go."

Angron paused, "...... But Hades isn't dead, you've got to tell them about it, it's ridiculous, we can't-"

"No time."

Macado interrupted Angron cleanly, and the old man said slowly,

"It will take time to explain this, and, I think, the Death Guard who thought Hades was dead would be better suited to survive in this galaxy."

"You can't do that, it's not right-"

"What if I say Hades likes it too?"

This is a lie, and Machado simply doesn't want to care about it.

Now that one thing has been done without any effect, it is better not to do something other meaningful, such as thinking about how to get Motarian out of subspace.

Angelon paused,

"Wait, Hades? You actually know him well, Macado? ”

“…… Ripe? ”

Macado asked slowly,

"Knocked out a fifth of my scepter's head, what do you think of the relationship?"

"Angelon, let them mourn, I think, Hades is also lonely now."

Machado pondered,

"And...... Maybe he'll die soon? Anyway, it needs a funeral, a memorial service. ”

Machado hung up the communication and broke ...... The old man thought that he should go.

yes, no!

(End of chapter)