[To: Knight Luther.]

It's been almost a Terra standard month since we last communicated, and I don't know if everything is going well on your end, but here I am, everything is fine.

The Forge World of Shana has now become the center of operation between the Maelstrom region and the northeastern part of the galaxy, and every day you can see different expeditionary fleets casting huge shadows on the forges and factories here, as if there was no daylight in this world.

Of course, the weather in the casting world itself is terrible, I once traveled to the surface of Xana, which is full of copper-colored deserts and ruins, vicious hurricanes endlessly torment the ground, even the slightest breath is poured into the mouth full of oil smoke and exhaust fumes, most of them are poisonous, the air in the desert can poison an ordinary person in ten seconds.

Only in the nest capital that the factories are piled up, there is a filtered [safe] air, but it is still filled with the smell of sulfur and soot.

However, the Industrial Nest itself is not a good place to admire, it is full of gears, pipes, and cables, many of which have not been cleaned in a long time, and the smell of them is indescribable, and the unimportant streets and sewers are littered with corpses that have become bones, which the Mechists say are the ones who have lost in struggles and experiments, the "unfavored".

Beyond the Industrial Nest are endless deserts and abandoned urban agglomerations, and I've traveled along a major road that runs through the world, but as far as the eye can see are nothing more than scattered airports, fusion reactors, and stellar energy harvesting sites, and beyond that, there are temples, hundreds, thousands, large and small, dedicated to the trinity of the mechanical gods, the Ohm Messiah, and the Source Force, which the Mechanics profess professes, and listening to the explanations of the worshippers is occasionally a good pastime.

Other than that, there was nothing to be remembered about in this world, and the bishops and priests devoted all their energies to forging, digging, and intrigue with each other, and their rivalry was more crude and complex than any court intrigue I had ever seen.

Oh yes.

In Xana's main nest, I also met a very interesting guy whose identity you wouldn't guess.

A Shadow Moon Wolf!

Specifically, it is a team of Shadow Moon Wolves, who are envoys sent by the Sixteenth Legion to the First Legion, taking a short break in the Forge World to replenish supplies.

It's funny, isn't it, their supplies are replenished for days as soon as they are replenished.

Leading the team was a very interesting fellow, his name was James, and he was a diplomat who was particularly admired in both his conversation and his knowledge.

We chatted on the tower of the Nest, the only place where I could barely see the stars when the smoke in the factory cleared, and he told me about the history of the 16th Astarte Legion, and their Legion's home planet, Ksunia, a place that was more cruel and unbearable than Xana, but more charming.

My team and his team have been trekking together in the desert of Xana for a few days, and by the time he left, I had a new pen pal, and I thought I should share that joy with you.

However, before leaving, he also told me that the battle on the front line is not going well now, and the Ran Dan Alien seems to have gathered forces again, and the four expeditionary fleets deployed by the Empire at the front of the battle line lost contact on the same day, and at the same time, at least six galaxies fell on the other side of the battle line, and the battle moon of Ran Dan appeared again, this time a full four.

The storage world, which was the supply center of the front, also fell in the next few days, and you should know its fate better than me, and there are several key nodes that are now in the fiercest competition, it is said that at least 5,000 dark angels have been outflanked by Ran Dan, but the Empire's fleet has broken through this siege again...... News like this is endlessly uploaded on Xana these days.

I have to say that Ran Dan's vitality and combat power are indeed more powerful and stubborn than every alien we have encountered, and a victory like that in the Sabis galaxy is enough to destroy almost all opponents in this galaxy, but now that it has been almost five or six Terra standard months since that battle, Ran Dan has still not been defeated, they have even recovered, and they are even more fierce.

The fortress and anti-aircraft fire on Xana were now being built again, and the world seemed to be the front line once again, and the bishops and priests were unhappy about it, and they could often be heard complaining without hesitation.

But that doesn't matter to me, because I'm going to go to the front again, maybe not Xana, but somewhere else, and Ahriman is now receiving instructions, and he'll tell us what's next.

At the same time, I apologize to you once again on behalf of Ahriman, Luther Knight, please forgive him for being unreasonable last time, you have to understand, after all...... He's a member of the Army of a Thousand Sons.

In short, the war is coming to me again, and in most cases, I don't really like war and bloodshed, but I won't run away from it, and I can't keep in regular correspondence with you on the front line, so I'll keep in touch with you as much as I can, and send you a little souvenir, like the skull of the Randan Psyker, which you can use as a bowl.

Finally, I wish you to always keep the heart of the forest.

Your friend.

Morgan. 】

Luthor took the letter and read it over and over again.

In the never-ending work, he showed a rare relaxed smile.

Especially when his eyes drifted to the end of the letter, looking at Morgan's penned sentence of the heart of the forest, his smile was full of memories and pride, that heart of the forest was the Caliban native language he had taught Morgan earlier, obviously Morgan couldn't help but learn it seriously, and really remembered it.

He read the letter again before slowly setting it aside, and then his gaze turned to another correspondence.

That's from Johnson.

This is the first time Johnson has communicated with him since the Sabis system.

Luthor knew what the correspondence was about, for he had seen it once before, and the old knight of Caliban did not know whether it was accidental or terrible deliberate, and in short, that communication from Johnson was an inquiry, an inquiry related to Morgan.

The genogen didn't write his question directly, he just sent a message from Morgan, and the long days of fighting side by side made it easy for Luthor to know Johnson's intentions.

Luthor was silent for a moment, then he picked up his pen and wrote his assessment of the mortal woman under Morgan's message.

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This person, safe.

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Morgan, from the 28-13th world in the southeast region of the Maelstrom, is a member of the local ruling family.

The current governor of the world is named Semiramis, who calls himself the queen internally, and is known to have a distant blood relationship with Morgan, Semiramis pursues spy politics and palace intrigue in his own country, and is known for his use of drugs and extravagance, but his ruling foundation is extremely solid, and he is also very active in paying taxes for the empire, and is one of the best imperial governors.

According to our investigation, Morgan is the daughter of Maximilian, the first imperial governor of the world, and her bloodline family has always been known for a special training system: they will hide their children secretly, change their names and identities, and carry out more than ten years of education and practical training, only the heirs who have passed all the tests can obtain royal status and appear in the public eye, and it is reported that Morgan is the best product since the emergence of this system.

She soon became Maximilian's right-hand man, a rare use of troops by a king who had always used diplomatic threats as a means of profit, constantly provoking annexation wars with his neighbors, and before the official arrival of the empire's fleet, Maximilian had unified most of the world, and was the first to defect to the empire, becoming the first governor, and intimidating all other kings into submission at the governor's inauguration ceremony.

However, Morgan joined the expeditionary fleet of the Thousand Sons after the inauguration ceremony, for unknown reasons, and according to our investigation in the world, it is likely that her long-standing conflict with Maximilian was not well resolved, which led to this escape.

Maximilian was assassinated shortly after, and the world was soon plunged into a civil war for power, but several of his most powerful and powerful brothers died in the ensuing brothers' war, especially the two most powerful dukes, who died in a duel between them.

Then, as stipulated by the inheritance laws of the world, the second Semiramis to [appear] from training became the ruler of the world and inherited the title of Governor of the Empire.

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Nemir's report is roughly like this.

At the end of this report, he explained with some bitterness that because the so-called royal training would completely destroy the information of each participant, and the participants would also be thoroughly amnesticized, they really did not find any more information about Morgan.

But Johnson doesn't care about that anymore.

He casually flipped through the materials, as if waiting for something.

After a while, he waited.

It was Luther's reply.

Johnson glanced at it, and then, the last bit of thought in his heart had already settled.

[Nemir. 】

"My lord."

Take her to the Indomitable Truth. 】

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Thousands of miles away, far away beyond the most ethereal words, an old man's eyes twitched unnaturally.

Then he stood up and opened his eyes with some uneasiness, thinking about something.

A moment later, with a wave of his hand, an invisible wave tore through the latitudes of the world and galaxies, opening a door large enough to transmit sound at a distance of countless star regions.

Then he waited quietly.

After about a cup of tea, a somewhat muffled voice came from the other end of the aisle.

【…… Machado ...... What's the matter? 】

"My lord."

Despite the thousands of stars separating them, the Emperor's Palm Sealer still saluted respectfully.

"Forgive me, where have you progressed on your expedition?"

【…… (muffled sound) ...... I'm ordering my fleet to go to Choglis, where the story of an incredible Great Khan is being told to the world, I think...... I found another heir. 】

"That's good news."

Machado bowed.

[Yes...... Good news...... Then I prepared to take Horus and Johnson with me to Moroch, where it was better to have my hands in my hands...... Otherwise, I'm not at ease. 】

[So...... What's the matter...... Machado. 】

"Indeed, there is one thing, my lord."

The Palm Printmaker bit his lip, which had shriveled to the point of being no longer shriveled, and thought for a moment how to tell it.

"I just did a precognition, you know, just like before, but this time, the precognition worked."

"I saw a primordial body."

【Original ...... It's mine...... Which son? 】

"It's your daughter."

There seemed to be silence on the other side of the passage.

[You say...... That failure? 】

"Yes, Morgan, it's about her."

[Has she woken up?] 】

"In fact, she may have been walking in the world for some time, of course, this is my personal speculation and cannot be adopted as a basis for reality."

[That...... Inconsequential. 】

[As long as I want...... I can just look at her. 】

So, what do you see? 】

The Palm Printmaker sighed softly.

"I saw the chess game, my lord, you and I have played countless rounds of chess, and the chess pieces are gradually returning from every corner of the galaxy to the chessboard, and the curtain is opening little by little."

"But just as we were fighting, pulling, and intriguing to the end, a hand suddenly reached into the game, and I couldn't be sure whether it was a hand that suddenly came in, or if a piece on the chessboard finally had its own will."

"But there's no doubt that it messed everything up."

【……】

The Emperor was silent for a moment before speaking again.

[So...... Are you worried...... It would be Morgan ......]

"Because now the chess pieces in our hands just seem to have some problems, but they are harmless."

The Palm Printmaker lowered his head and continued to sigh slightly.

"Even though we're making trade-offs, it's always a very difficult thing to do, not to mention, there's probably another element of instability now, I saw silver hair near that hand, and my instinct told me she knew something."

"She's not ignorant."

The Palm Sealer was worried about his thoughts, but he only heard laughter from the other side of the tunnel.

【…… She...... Of course I do. 】

“…… My lord? ”

[Don't worry...... Machado ...... What she knows......]

[Yes, I allow it. 】

[Every scene she sees, I have allowed it. 】

(End of chapter)