"You say, what happened on Sisyphus?"

“…… I don't know, but it seems that the father of our genes seems to be ...... There was some anger. ”

"Some? The anger in his body could ignite an entire star area! He had never been so angry when Lord Luthor had disobeyed. ”

"That's right...... But Ms. Morgan seems to be in a good mood, do you think it could be that our genetic father didn't ......?"

"Silence! Use your brain, is that possible? ”

"I can't think of a second answer, I think the only possibility is that our genetic father is angry about something about Ms. Morgan, and that's the only logical reasoning that works."

"He's angry because of Ms. Morgan?"

"Yes."

"And then he arranged Ms. Morgan's room next door to him, under one man, above ten thousand?"

"Uh......"

"Shall I make him angry too?"

“…… You can try it...... I will give you great moral support...... and the full cost of the funeral. ”

——————

The whispers of the Dark Angels echoed in the shadows of the Indomitable Truth, and the proudest and mightiest warriors were cowering in the corners as all the hallways and halls rolled and burned in the progenitor's rage.

Like a hungry beast, like a furious thunderbolt, the entire Queen of Glory trembled under his silent majesty as the Black Hurricane, known as the First Legion's genetic protoplasm, jumped from the landing craft that recovered the Exterminator and began to rampage.

Johnson didn't speak, he didn't roar, he just widened his eyes, and let the turquoise pupils shoot silent arrows, mercilessly stabbing at every child in his path, fleetingly.

The Emperor is above, and the Father of Genes now looks far more terrifying than when he roared.

Countless soldiers of the First Legion sighed in their hearts, and they hid in the shadows of the battleship until the figure of the Legion Master flew by like a hurricane, squeezing the slightest voice out of their throats and discussing.

But then they heard another sound, the sound of high-heeled riding boots unhurriedly stomping on the ground.

Morgan was behind the Lion King, keeping an eerie distance: she seemed to be behind the raging lion, and she seemed to be thousands of miles away, and in the eyes of all the First Legion soldiers, she seemed to be a shadow of nothingness, a queen who came out of the painting, a pale spider queen who patrolled the territory between the corridors of the Legion.

When they blinked and focused their attention, they realized that she was real, and that she was already drifting away.

The silver-haired spider queen walked briskly, her figure moving through the streams of light like a moonlit cloak, and she wandered in the silent gaze of the countless dark angels, smiling back to the most bewildered gazes, as if she were not a guest, and half the owner of the battleship.

All the dark angels who had just escaped from the wrath of the Father of Genes watched this scene with some surprise, and when they realized this arrogant temperament, they didn't even feel that anything was wrong, until Morgan's figure disappeared around the corner, and Johnson's heirs looked at each other, and they didn't realize how ...... that minute had just been

Ridiculous.

But the confusion of the Astarte warriors did not affect the decision of the genetic proto, and Johnson stood in front of his room until Coswayne's footsteps rang out in a hurry.

The Genogen of the First Regiment pointed to the front left of his room, opposite Coswayne's room.

[Later, she lived here.] 】

The lion king's henchman couldn't help but glance at the room that had been vacant, then turned his head and looked at Morgan, who was smiling lightly, before nodding yes.

If he remembered correctly, the vacant room had previously belonged to Mr. Luther......

Before confusion could circulate in his mind, he heard Johnson's gnashing of teeth.

The voice was directed at Morgan.

[You give me a good stay inside!] 】

[Remember my words!] Don't go anywhere! 】

The Genomorph of the First Legion straightened up, he didn't turn his head, he didn't shoot his gaze, his face hidden in the shadows, as if he was deliberately avoiding the mortal behind him.

In that moment, Coswayne found himself in this delusion.

Then, he heard Morgan's smile.

[Why be so nervous, Your Excellency Johnson. 】

When have I disobeyed your commands? 】

The provocative tone of this answer suffocated Coswayne, and he began to worry about the wrath of the Father of Genes and the safety of the silver-haired lady, and then he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

His genetic father was clearly still angry, but he let out a heavy growl, pushed the door open, and entered his room.

And when Coswayne turned his head, he found that Morgan had returned to his original position, in the room at the end of the hallway, using the power of psionic energy to pull all his personal belongings for this simple move.

The Lion King's henchmen watched the scene in silence until Morgan closed the door to his new room, and Coswayne stood in the corridor where he was alone, took a deep breath, and then rubbed his face, the friction and the slight pain that told him that nothing was a hallucination.

……

He was a little curious.

What really happened on Sisyphus?

——————

When the Fifteenth Legion's Ahriman visited the Indomitable Truth again, Morgan had been closed in her new room for more than ten days, and she had fully complied with Johnson's orders, and even the daily meals were regularly delivered to the door by the ship's minions.

The silver-haired lady obviously liked this idle otaku life, and from time to time there would be a surge of psionic energy in her room, which made the Dark Angel executives next door subconsciously clench the anti-psionic device in their hands.

And in those moments when she didn't delve into psionic powers, she would focus on her personal hobbies and decorating her makeshift little world, and when Ahriman finally passed through the layers of security checks of the First Legion, and pushed open the door of Morgan's room with an irritable heart, a fresh breath that only belonged to the stamens and branches made his heart feel comfortable for a moment.

He also smelled another smell, one that he loved and was familiar with.

As the door opened, a simple landscape appeared before Ahriman's eyes: the color scheme of the room was a combination of white, rice dumplings and light gray, the pale blue steel floor was carefully concealed by a layer of brown cushions, and on top of it were scattered gray and white beds, striped panels, and large wooden desks, and huge dark red bookshelves occupied almost an entire wall, and under the embellishment of a few green plants, there were enough books to satisfy Ahriman.

On the other side of the room, next to the desk is a light blue-gray fabric sofa, an equally light-colored chaise longue is placed haphazardly in front of it, and on the wall are two orange paintings, sunflowers and oranges, hanging quietly.

When Ahriman's gaze moved up to see the soft light of the boxy, small and small chandelier, he could not be more satisfied.

Magnus's heir stepped on his iron boots with some trepidation, as if afraid of spoiling the scenery before him, until the owner of the room smiled and invited.

Morgan was leaning back on the couch, holding a thick book in one hand and the wooden desk next to the couch with the other, she was wearing a cream-white sweater, light blue slender pants, her toes in snow-white socks, and her legs crossed, so that a brown slipper rose and fell in mid-air to the rhythm of her master.

Seeing Ahriman, she laughed, put down the book in her hand, and stood up, her silver hair was already a little too long, so she simply combed it into a loose side ponytail and hung all the way to her waist.

Amid the joy and laughter of a long absence, Ahriman sat down cautiously on the couch, glad that he had not been wearing armor and that the furniture Morgan had chosen was sturdy enough.

Morgan lit a lamp, then reached out and pulled up the curtain that had been lowered, and a large floor-to-ceiling window appeared in front of Ahriman's eyes, and the faint light of the void spilled into the room, and the stars twinkling from time to time made the breath soothing.

"I'm here to quit."

After a few pleasantries, Ahriman's voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Now that the war with Randan has eased, Master Magnus has summoned us back to Prospero, the Thousand Sons Legion is now being reorganized, and I need to go back and organize my own society and company."

"Not long ago, the Legion intervened in the war in Leobia, under the leadership of Master Magnus, and successfully prevented the barbarian slavers of the Nineteenth Legion from destroying the priceless treasure trove of knowledge on it, and he felt that it was time for the Legion to return to the Great Expedition."

[You're alone? 】

"Yes......"

Chiko's voice was a little dim.

"The original team, a hundred warriors, except for you and me, have all been killed......"

"I don't even know how I can explain this to my Father of Genes, thanks to the Genetic Prototype of the First Legion, you can't go back to Prospero with me, the Primitive has acquiesced to your position in the First Legion."

He blinked, then looked around.

"But you don't have to worry, if you have any trouble in the First Legion, you can inform me, whether it is me or Lord Magnus, we all see you as a real member of the Fifteenth Legion, you don't need to worry about any provocations and threats, the Thousand Sons are with you."

Morgan smiled, a sincere smile, and Ahriman saw it as a silent thank-you.

But then, she asked a question.

【Ran Dan...... Really retreated? 】

"In practice, it is."

[But as I recall, the Eleventh Primordial and his legion have not communicated with the Empire for a long time, and even the Dark Angels are talking about it. 】

Ahriman laughed.

"Eleventh Legion? Don't worry, they are the greatest and toughest warriors, although they do have a fierce temperament, but their fighting ability is undoubted, it is said that the purest of primordials really bowed to the emperor at the first sight of his feet, when he had already rushed out of his home planet and encountered the emperor's fleet in another galaxy, but he still gave everything to the emperor at the first time. ”

[Including his home planet?] 】

“…… I don't know, but it is said that his home planet, like Baal, is absolutely autonomous and mysterious, and the emperor appreciates his ability and attitude, so he has sent down this gift, but for that world, they missed the glory of the emperor's personal presence. ”

They chatted for a while, and Ahriman naturally talked freely about some gossip about the Eleventh Legion and other legions, and this happy time lasted about a Terra standard hour.

Then, as if Morgan remembered something.

She got up and walked to the side of her bed, where a curtain hung from it.

Do you remember everything you say, Ahriman? 】

"Huh?"

Ahriman was stunned for a moment, then he thought about it.

"It should ...... Yes. ”

Morgan grabbed the curtain and winked at him.

That's good, because, too. 】

Randomly, she pulled it slightly, and Ahriman's pupils involuntarily shrank.

A few round barrels are tired there, giving off a mellow wine flavor mixed with sawdust.

With a flick of Morgan's fingers, two cups flew into her hands, and she took them and dragged a barrel to the front of Ahriman.

[I remember you once complained that there was no wine to drink at the front. 】

"yes...... That was five or six years ago...... You're still tired of remembering ......"

Holding his glass, Ahriman felt his throat feel a little dry.

He took a sip of the purple-red wine, which was indeed the taste of the real wine, a little sour compared to the Prospero wines, but it was harmless.

Ahriman took a sip and felt a different kind of warmth flow through his heart.

"I didn't expect it, it was just a complaint, I didn't expect you to remember it, so bothered."

Morgan laughed.

Look what you're talking about, Ahriman. 】

"We're best friends, aren't we? 】

[The words of a close friend are like the stars in the sky, even if there is only one sentence, you should keep it in your heart. 】

[Yes, my dear friend. 】

“……”

What else could Ahriman say?

His fingers trembled a little, causing the wine in the glass to ripple, and finally, he raised the glass and took another sip.

——————

But......

Smacking his lips and feeling the genuine sourness, Ahriman still couldn't contain his doubts.

"Morgan My Friend......"

[Huh? 】

"How are you...... Who made this batch of wine? ”

【Oh......】

Morgan's smile sent a shudder down the sleeves of Ahriman, and she answered in a sound that was right.

[Step on it with your feet.] 】

“…… Cough! Ahem, ahem! Ahem......"

Ahriman coughed violently, trying to resist the urge to squirt the wine, he pursed his lips and struggled for a moment, but swallowed the liquor in his mouth.

"You...... Just kidding, right! ”

Morgan's pale face had a smile on it.

[Ah......h

[Of course, jokes......]

She smiled, and that smile was unsettling.

——————

Johnson took a deep breath.

He stood in the deepest part of the room, looking at the special telegraph in front of him and turning it on.

After a while, a blurred golden figure loomed in front of the original genotype's eyes.

【Johnson...... My Knight......]

[Father.] 】

The Genoplasma of the First Legion softly spat out a greeting.

[I have some questions that I would like to ask you. 】

[Concerning ......]

Before Johnson's words fell, a blocking voice appeared on the other end of the communicator, and the emperor's words came intermittently from countless stars away, accumulating in Johnson's ears little by little.

[I know...... What are you asking...... My Knight......]

[Come to Moro...... You are alone, with your guards...... Don't bring anyone with you ......]

[I'll give it to you...... One answer. 】

(End of chapter)