[1 month later]

"You can meet."

Imperial Regent Machado said slowly, staring at the two primordials in front of him, looking like they were mixed with the news.

Killyman frowned,

[I heard some bad rumors, may I ask if our brother is okay now?] 】

Since Yax's return, the Death Guard has maintained a certain level of alert and ...... Crazy state.

They claim to have recovered the original body, but Mortarian himself has never come out to say a word and has never appeared.

Killiman suspects that Motarian is at the mercy of Subspace Chaos...... Something happened that made him unable to show up for a long time.

At the same time, after the Death Guard returned to Maculag, there was an outbreak of some kind of small flu on Makulag, which could even infect the Ultramarines, and after what he had experienced before, Killiman took it very seriously.

The Lord of Maculag personally organized the lockdown and investigation, but the final result was beyond his expectations.

After one-on-one examining patients, Killeman found that 80 percent of them were not "themselves."

They are of the same origin as the traitors...... It's Hydra.

At the beginning of the outbreak of the disease, Killiman had been taking the initiative to report the situation to Machado, the old man had been tired for a while, but in recent days his condition had improved.

Machado pondered for a moment, and finally told Killiman to control the patient, and he told Killiman that the flu was most likely good for them.

In other words, Killiman would laugh it off, thinking that what the old man said was biased and did not conform to the truth of the Empire, but now, Killiman has acquiesced, maybe there is really some "good wizard" in subspace, using similar methods to help them.

He didn't know that the "good wizard" was Motarian yet, but it didn't matter, he knew right away.

Angelon smiled,

[Looks like our brother is recovering well?] 】

He looked at Machado, whose spirit was finally a little better,

[Machado, it's time for you to relax, with me and Killiman in charge, plus Motarian, who is about to recover, at least nothing big will happen in the near future. 】

Machadopi didn't smile for a moment, but the two primordials were used to this rather gloomy old politician who liked to sarcastically mock others.

"I'm really relaxing—"

Makado said in a strange voice,

"Thank you to your other brother."

Machado spoke, as if remembering something funny, and even the old man, who had been in politics for a long time, and was not easily angry, laughed happily.

Appreciating that Motarian is a psyker breaking through his defenses, there is nothing more pleasing to [Psyker] [Psyker] [Psyker] who was scolded by Motarian for damning it before.

Ha ha.

Marcado laughs heartily at the thought of this, and rarely is it so pure and entirely self-inflicted.

Even in order to prevent Mortarion's uncontrolled psionic energy from being contaminated, Machado, along with the Death Guard, "temporarily placed" the newly born Pale Lord in the cell of the Zero Company, which the Death Guard used to imprison psionic species.

The other anti-psionic devices on the Fortitude were turned off or reduced one by one during the month according to Machado's orders.

After all, the Death Guard can't banish Motarian aboard the Fortitude back to subspace.

Ha ha.

Macardo laughed inwardly again.

This joy even diluted the sorrow that his incident in Makulag had brought him.

"You need to be mentally prepared, Motarian has not only lost some of his memories,"

"Of course, I think you know this, and with the abilities of the two of you, there must be no problem communicating with him, but, I want to emphasize in advance—"

Makado said lightly,

"Your brother has changed his look, and I think you can simply refer to the image of St. Giles for imagination."

"Alright, let's go."

As the old man spoke, seven silent death guards stood behind Makado, ready to lead the two primordials aboard the Tenacity.

Killeman and Angelon looked at each other, and they could see the ...... in each other's eyes Some kind of horror.

Even with the original body, their otherworldly imagination could hardly imagine a "Motarian" like "St. Giles".

The two primordials walked on the corridor of the Fortitude, quietly turning on their private channels, communicating with each other,

[unimaginable...... Could it be that Motarian has silky blonde hair? 】

Angelon whispered, St. Giles...... In any case, he could not draw a parallel between St. Giles' handsome appearance and Mortarian, who was "handsome" and "looked like a leper."

Motarian, with his long, silky hair, was the limit of what he could imagine.

Angelon thought about it, and Motarian, with his long silky hair, shook the picture of his hair.

He still didn't want to think about it.

Killiman was also silent,

[Maybe it's fangs,]

The Lord of Maculag said, "But I haven't paid much attention to Motarion's fangs—he always wears a mask. 】

Angelon realizes that Killiman has also automatically skipped the option that Motarian might become handsome.

The Lord of the Red Sand coughed in embarrassment,

[Well, I mean...... Is it possible that Machado was referring to Motarian becoming like St. Giles...... More popular? 】

[As long as he doesn't have dark circles under his eyes, is slightly fatter, his skin is no longer corroded and rough by poisonous gas, there are fewer wrinkles, and then he starts to use friendly expressions——]

[I really hope that our brother will become such a popular person,]

Killyman said with restraint,

[But I think there should be fewer expectations in this regard.] 】

A Mortarian with a friendly expression is more intimidating than a Motarian with a supple golden hair.

In the minds of the two primitives, Mortarian was the kind of person who would smile sinisterly and tauntingly, while the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were stacked like wizards.

The two primordials chatted as they walked, because it was rare to see Motarian, and Machado had already made a guarantee that there would be no problems, so the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Angelon paused slightly.

His gaze glanced into the corner of the hallway, and he saw nothing, but there must have been something there before—something small.

They walked past the countless Death Guards, and finally, the seven Death Guards who were leading them stopped at a gate.

In front of the door, a dreadnought opened sideways.

Threads of white mist spilled from the cracks in the black stone door, accompanied by frost that crept out of the door.

Killyman paused, and he looked at Angron, who was also silent.

The Lord of Maculag kept his voice to a minimum, and he asked with confusion and hesitation,

[Psionic energy—this is psionic energy, right?] 】

[Of course it is,]

Angron struggled, trying to say in a relaxed tone,

Damn, what the hell does Motarian look like now?

[Maybe we should take a look at Motarian first.] 】

The Lord of the Red Sand smiled a friendly smile, he opened the door, his pupils dilated, and a smile was fixed on the corner of his mouth—

【Oh,】

Angron said dryly, leaning sideways to let Killiman in, and then Killiman froze there,

[It turned out to be wings.] 】

Hearing Angelon's words, Motarian, who was facing him, showed a mournful expression.

This has to do with ...... The image of St. Giles is still not particularly large - it is simply impossible to beat.

Well, except for that pair of wings.

All right! None

(End of chapter)