[So, my Marshall, you want to tell me ......]

[I'll ...... tonight]

[Actually, there is no place to live? 】

【……】

【……】

[I really didn't expect this. 】

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There is no doubt that in this world, everyone makes mistakes.

Everyone will be overwhelmed and at a loss.

Everyone has the ridiculous experience of being beaten and tortured for mistakes that are not their own.

This is the bad part of fate, the undifferentiated ridicule and sarcasm of the beaked demon god to all living beings in the world, and it is the never-ending reincarnation repertoire that many creatures in the subspace look forward to and welcome the most.

And this law will not disappear with the change of identity and power, even if it is as powerful as a mortal demigod, even if it is as noble as the lord of mankind, there will be times when they are at a loss, and the reason why accidents are accidents is because they will rightfully strike at the most lax time and sting even the most powerful people.

Morgan, too, is that in this respect, she is no different from a mortal.

However, even the Spider Empress, who has imprisoned countless fates and souls in her brain and played with thousands of thoughts and desires in her palm, would never have imagined that she would one day face such a realistic, funny and humble problem.

For example......

Where should she stay tonight?

……

For the first time in more than two decades of Terra standard years since she became conscious, Morgan pondered this kind of question.

Well...... The novelty of the experience has increased.

An almost pleasant laugh ignited in Morgan's heart, a laugh evoked by a comical reality, not mixed with anger or malice: Morgan was not angry now, and her temper seemed to be better in the face of her own heirs.

The Lord of the Second Legion looked with amusement at the row of heirs in front of her, these outstanding warriors had easily destroyed the kingdom and the world, but at this moment, they did not dare to raise their heads to peek at the expression on the face of their genetic prototype.

After laughing silently in her heart for a while, Morgan waved his hand, and in a flat voice showed that he didn't care much, a question that seemed extremely offensive to outsiders.

After all, whether it was through her innate ability to read minds, or relying on the most remarkable means of reasoning about all things in the world, Morgan knew very clearly that this comical reality was not actually the problem of the Dawnbreakers.

In other words, the vast majority of the reasons for this problem are not on them.

It's a certain glittering Anatolian salted meat.

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In fact, as early as the beginning of the Great Expedition, as early as the day when the Second Legion received their Queen of Glory, the safest and most advantageous place of the entire warship was classified as the private domain of their genetic protogen, which was the first thing the Morgan sons did: it was also something that was extremely rare for them to have no internal opposition or advice.

Behind the large conference hall, which was the core of the Legion, was a secret and solemn meeting room, which connected the safest deep realm of the entire warship through a long and winding corridor, which was so wide and huge that the space occupied even reached a point of waste, but despite this, the soldiers of the Second Legion still willingly left this huge space as the private kingdom of the future genetic prototype.

But then they ran into a small problem: the Astartes, who had been born for war and exploration, did not know how to decorate the huge space, and they were afraid that the haphazard layout might provoke their genetic protoplasm in return, and the situation of the Legion had deteriorated since the beginning of the Great Expedition.

At that time, the Terra veterans were not worried about this problem, but only sent a special mortal family to clean up regularly.

After all, a reunion with the Primordial wouldn't be an abrupt event: it was customary for the Astarte Legion to hear some message from the Human Lord before their genetic primordial was found, and then the Legion would have months or even years of Terra to assemble, enough time for them to take care of everything, and enough for them to find out about the origins and preferences of the Primordial to furnish a place that was as satisfying as possible.

However, in Morgan's question, the Lord of Mankind always seems to be in ......

Take a different path.

It wasn't until less than three Terra standards before the Second Legion officially reunited with their Mother of Genes that they realized from the casual notice of the Emperor's guards that their genetic protoplasm had returned, and by that time, excitement and panic, consternation and ecstasy, chaotic preparations and continuous adjustments had taken over every Legionnaire's mind, and there was no time to think about anything else.

After that, nature was preoccupied, ups and downs, the reunion of the genetic prototype and their own offspring, every nerve of the legion was vibrating for the smile of their genetic mother, and their every word would not leave every ray of their genetic mother's gaze and frown, and in this case, they would not discuss anything else.

It wasn't until Knight Bayar, who had completed his interview, was on his way to the archives that he was stopped by a mortal servant who had been ordered to clean the Genoplasm's room.

The mortal who had been cleaning the original room had been receiving the order back then had already passed down the lineage, and the mortal who stopped Bayar was the grandson of the person who received the order back then.

And the gentle words that came out of the mouth of this mortal made Bayar, a perfect knight who had been rampant on the battlefield for a hundred years, instantly shed a trace of cold sweat.

And then......

This is the scene today.

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It was a pleasure to see his heirs there, but Morgan was already a little numb to it: instead of letting them tremble over these little things, let them seize the time and do something practical.

And Morgan did the same.

Under her orders, the high-ranking officers who were worried about it finally dispersed, and Marshall, who insisted on standing guard at the door of the original room, was also persuaded by Morgan to leave, and she now needed the old knight to successfully form the Legion Council, and she wanted to observe the powerful figures in the Legion, and pick out the ones whose brains and ideas could keep up with the wave of reform.

After choosing two of the luckiest Daybreakers to be her first doormen, Morgan's patience finally ran out a little, and she clapped her hands and assigned tasks to each of the terrified children in a serious tone.

She needs to be quiet.

So, she got quiet.

After the last of the Daybreakers slowly exited the room, Morgan was finally able to take a good look at the place: not to mention, the place was indeed very spacious, even comparable to the Great Council Hall, and if he chose to squeeze in, it might accommodate thousands of mortals.

The luggage from the Indomitable Truth didn't even fill the tip of the iceberg, and her big cat didn't know where to run to the ship, Morgan breathed, she chanted the incantation, and in an instant, the unusually empty room quickly shrunk to the size of the room she had on the Dark Angel's Glory Queen battleship.

She clapped her hands, and everything was the way she had been on the Indomitable Truth.

Much more comfortable.

Morgan smiled, and she threw herself on the chaise longue, first emptying her brain for a moment of idleness, all as a long-awaited rest, and then, she decided to brush her thoughts and the things she needed to deal with.

So, where to start?

……

His gaze swept over the box of love from the Lord of Men......

……

Forget it, bad luck, next.

……

Corps......

Now is not the time, she needs to observe for a while......

By the way, and the weird guy lurking in the Second Fleet, it's time to meet it: a soulless thing that makes her feel instinctively jealous.

……

And also......

Her room?

……

Her room!

Morgan opened his eyes: it's a pity not to use such a huge space.

She touched her chin, and for a few moments she was thinking seriously about what kind of private space she needed: it wasn't a difficult task, for she had imagined her own private kingdom when she was the head of the First Legion and the occasional head of the Legion.

Her children had made an unintentional mistake: for psionics like Morgan, the size of space was just a matter of a spell, but Morgan didn't bother to correct them, she was a little tired of watching these iron-clad warriors act in front of her......

No, it wasn't even a show, they were genuinely scared, thinking a lot about her random words.

Why didn't she know that the influence of the genetic prototype on the offspring was so strong?

Morgan blinked, she tossed the new discovery into her mind storeroom, and once again remembered something about her private kingdom.

A heaven and earth that belongs only to her, in which no one can enter, in which she can do anything, or hide anything: the importance of anything is insignificant compared to this earthly paradise.

It's like in a hamster's mind, nothing is more important than a hamster's nest.

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In Morgan's vision, her private kingdom would consist of more than a dozen parts, most of which would belong to her alone, and no one could visit them.

First of all, she needed a reception room that was elegant enough, and perhaps an arcane garden would be a good choice, so that she could receive unfamiliar visitors in a lush, perfect room to keep them out of her true realm.

Then, a showroom, perhaps divided into two parts, separated by a secret door, was used as a place to receive visitors of different classes.

In addition to this, a real rest room is also necessary, Morgan has a mortal habit of resting, if there is enough time, she is happy to rest for four to six hours at a time, although she does not really need such long and frequent rest, but some of her subconscious tells her that there is nothing wrong with having more resemblance to mortals.

In the lounge, therefore, soft clad cushions and cupboards stuffed with food, as well as hanging chairs to stretch her body or low tables to set her feet on at any time, are essential: everything is for the sake of being more like a mortal than a lazy need.

In addition to the lounge, she also needs some rooms for daily life, which can be used to deal with unnecessary, but important.

A cellar for brewing and purifying her creations, the finest that can be used for self-drinking and those that are used for gifting, should be well distinguished.

A bathhouse, with a rising mist and a man-made hot spring that expats heat, and the thousands of streams of water between marble and tiles that flow for her alone: this is a good civilization.

A storage room, maybe for her wines, maybe for something else, maybe you need to keep track of the temperature and humidity in the room.

A pet room, well, it's a necessary facility, after all, she has a big cat that occasionally stays at home, and in the future, she has some other pets, maybe another big cat, or something else, a mammal that can fly, or something?

A dressing room can also double as a fitting room, and while Morgan's appearance can be transformed into anything else in the world through psionic powers, she does need some place to store those unique, self-worth ornaments and clothing: for example, the restraint suit she brought back from the First Legion, which she loves very much.

A torture chamber to embody some Comoroan flair: well, she needs it, and while no one will know, she does make a perfect torture chamber.

A study, which is a matter of course, has an unimaginable value and future, and Morgan has already conceived some plans in her mind, and for her psionic cubs alone, she will write at least six compulsory textbooks, and many more: it is better to put her excess energy into endless learning than to spend all day thinking about it, and doing things for her.

Well......

These are needed for everyday actions.

In addition, there are some parts of the Spider Queen's hazy planning that have not yet been fully considered: they may belong to the production department?

A genetic lab, a magic workshop, a puppet chamber, a tartarus, a private arsenal, a tarot room, a magic tower......

Some of them may be realized in the future, and others may prove to be unwanted, but it doesn't matter, at this moment, they are all in Morgan's planning, their general appearance and furnishings, rising and falling in the dreamy thoughts of the Spider Queen, like the quicksand kingdom in the long river of time, interpreting the beauty of an instant.

This is Morgan's fantasy, his own kingdom, and this is the most suitable environment for Morgan's survival.

While the Lord of the Second Legion fell into a long-lost rest, half-asleep and half-awake in slow thought, she continued to dissect and reconstruct the future territory while receiving messages from her children.

One day, she will have everything she dreams of, and then she will be able to live in this perfect kingdom and become a happy queen of the deep palace, thinking and scheming in a place that no one can see.

……

Yes......

It's exciting.

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In the next few days, nothing major happened.

After reuniting with their great Mother of Genes, the newborn Dawnbreaker legion stayed in the nameless galaxy for about ten more Terra Standard Days before setting sail.

They were the last Imperial troops to leave the system: the Lords of Humanity's own army, and the Death Guard, who left as soon as the day Morgan was reunited with her children, because there was no reason for them to stay in this worthless system.

Perhaps, in the mind of the Lord of the Death Guard, he was able to endure it, and witnessing Morgan reunited with her heir was already an unimaginably magnanimous act of kindness.

The Space Wolves and Salamanders were the second to leave, and their warriors spent a few days happily with the newborn Dawnbreakers, and they didn't shy away from expressing friendship: while Fenris's wine and Nocturne's forged products were hardly strategic items, they still represented a friendship that was proof enough.

The departure of the Shadow Moon Wolf fleet was immediately followed by the shadow of the Salamander Legion, and Horus left behind a large amount of supplies as an expression of regret that he could not fight alongside his blood relatives, and after thinking about it for a while, the Wolf Shepherd finally decided to make his most reckless pride: Abaddon, leading a small team of Gastarin, remained in the Second Legion as an envoy of the Legion until they completed their visit to Morgan's home planet.

It wasn't until a few days after the Shadowmoon Wolves' fleet left that the Dark Angel's legion slowly disappeared into Mandeville, and the Knight King of Caliban seemed to use this slowness to tell the special connection between the two legions.

Johnson's bounty was the most abundant, and it was not immediately realized, but the genetically protogenized of the First Legion guaranteed with his sword that when the Second Legion arrived at its destination, the First Legion's bounty would arrive.

As for the envoys of the First Legion, the Calibans did not contradict their blood relatives either: Luthor had received a message that he would visit the home planet of the Second Legion as the official representative of the Dark Angels, and that he would be accompanied by two hundred of the best Dark Angels.

After making this series of guarantees, Johnson took one last look at the [Polaris], and without hesitation, he led his fleet and left the galaxy, and long before his legion left, the veterans of the Sandalwood Order had already been ordered to leave: they went to the galaxy north, which is still in chaos, as the vanguard of the search for the home planet of Randan.

Johnson didn't meet with his blood relatives again, he seemed to be running away from something, but the Lord of the Dark Angels had given him a personal gift through a visit from Coswayne.

It was a book that had not been written in ink, detailing the parts that Johnson was most proud of.

His martial arts.

His tactics.

His way of domination.

His strategy for governance.

His dating cheats.

……

When the book, which had "Loyalty" written in gilded letters on the cover, finally arrived in Morgan's hands, the fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion finally set sail.

After a few days of running-in and communication, hundreds of warships were barely able to complete an orderly joint advance and retreat, and nearly 20,000 Astarte warriors followed their genetic prototypes and their new life, gradually disappearing into the eternal fluctuations of Mandeville Point.

The psionic waves of the Navigator and the Think Tank flow through the churning of subspace, telling the destination from the mouth of the genetic protoplasm.

Prospero.

The kingdom of Magnus.

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At this time, in the quiet room of the genetic protogen, Morgan was frowning slightly, thinking about something.

In the sea of her soul, two letters that had not yet been opened were slowly floating, and the Spider Queen's eyes were looking back and forth among them, thinking about the words.

In a moment, she thought about the content of the first letter.

"Dear Kellyfanie, it's been a long time since we parted from Olympia......"

She wrote the letter in the blink of an eye, and thought about it for a while before she began to write a second letter with some hesitation, and by this time her demeanor had become a little serious.

"My most trusted brother, my ...... Peturabo"

(End of chapter)