Perturabo felt as if he had made a mistake.

Originally in his plan:

Morgan Perturabo - Kellyfanny

A perfect combination, isn't it?

But now......

Morgan-Kelly-Lyphany-Peturabo

……

Something must have gone wrong.

——————

"Mind if I temporarily snatch and occupy your blood kin, Perturabo?"

"It's like at Olympia, when you just invented that water quality identification instrument called the Wine Taster, and I preemptively put it in my wine glass."

The elevator to the top floor of the grand hall would trap anyone first, and even the protogens would not be able to escape the enclosed space for a few minutes of reaching its destination.

Originally, the elevator would have done its job in a very short time: but when Kellyfanie rode it for the first time and showed obvious discomfort, Perturabo laughed at the fragility of his loved ones and raised his hammer, shattering the original purely utilitarian creation, leading his children to rebuild a new elevator that would allow any mortal's fragile body to adapt.

But now, the Lord of Steel regrets this act again.

If he hadn't done this in the first place, he wouldn't have had to face Kellyfanie's playful smile and words again in this relatively long time.

Right in front of him, in his pupils, Kellyfanie was smiling, her hands were holding Morgan's arm, and on that somewhat vicissitudes of life, there was a bright smile like a girl, and in a trance, Pertulabo actually saw the beautiful shadow in the court of Locks in that memory: intelligent, playful, dispelling the dull court atmosphere, making everything radiant.

If she hadn't said those words, everything would have been perfect.

Perturabo thought so, listening to the question that was at least half ostentatious in Kellyfanie's mouth, and couldn't help but purse his lips and be silent, and then, he turned his gaze and glanced at Morgan.

The same smile, the same reassurance, the same air that made him a little unpredictable: the difference was that in Morgan's body, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold rays of daylight.

"Whatever you want."

He heard himself say this, and he felt his brain suppress the tremor in his throat and the reluctance in his mind.

"It won't take much time anyway, and I'm not interested in the personal friendship between you."

"As long as you don't delay your business."

The Iron Lord lowered his eyebrows, his back resting on the edge of the elevator, which was originally wide enough to accommodate three genetic protogens at the same time, but at the moment he felt a little too narrow and occluded, and there was no room to divert his vision.

……

Once again, his sons had failed to build the instrument he had planned.

The Iron Lord was indignant, his pupils seemed to be frozen, and he could only look in the direction he didn't want to look, only at Kellyfanie who was whispering to Morgan.

For a moment, the color flashed in Perturabo's pupils, as if he had witnessed Rogdorn become the commander.

He didn't hear what they were saying along the way, and he deliberately dulled his senses to escape the words that were so close at hand: he didn't need to know what they were talking about, it was useless waste.

But when he had to be crowded in this small space, he still had to pay attention to their conversation, and although he still stubbornly refused to listen to any sound in his ears, the demeanor of the two talkers, the chuckles, the whispers, and even the provocation of the eyebrows, the flickering of the pupils, were enough to make his nerves throb, and the muscles of his arms tense from the force of his bones and will.

Their eyebrows flickered, and a strange light passed through their pupils, as if they were looking at him vaguely.

Their lips opened slightly, and they could faintly see their teeth and tongues assembling their inner thoughts: Wait, is that mouth shape just now the one needed to pronounce [Peturabo]?

The tips of their noses and sideburns were once again closer, almost three millimeters closer to each other than they had been a second: were they discussing something private? What is being discussed that cannot be heard by him?

……

No, don't care, Perturabo.

That doesn't matter......

Wait, Kellyfanie's lips: did she just say his name again?

In this way, Perturabo's brow kept stirring: again, again, again......

It's like a puffer fish that is constantly being poked.

Outside the elevator, the sound of mechanical gears, which were mostly obscured by the soundproof walls, could still be faintly heard, and the distant sound of the engine signaled the increasing altitude and the approaching destination: it was only a matter of minutes, but in Peturabo's mind, it was no different from a long battle.

At this moment, his sister was standing between him and Morgan, and she seemed to be taking advantage of his subtlety, grabbing Morgan's fingers in a grand manner, becoming the whirlwind of Perturabo's grand plan: the originally serious and intelligent meeting of the Primordial Body, accompanied by Kellyfanie's company, seemed to be adding a useless aura called "Joy" and "Harmony".

If a fourth person had been present, if Frix, Laner, or any of the Tridents had the misfortune to ride the elevator together, they would have been speechless by what they saw.

The large space that could accommodate three Genotypes at once was wasted: Perturabo, who had been armed with armor for this meeting, perhaps four meters tall, but now, like an old beast in battle, leaned against the wall on one side, staring closely at the two ladies between the two laughing and talking, and in front of him was a large empty area, but the Iron Lord turned a blind eye.

And in the center of Perturabo's field of vision, Morgan bent down slightly, listening to the continuous words of Kellyphany, and the Lord of the Second Legion had maintained a slight bent posture so that the skinny Lady Olympia could barely hold his hands: Kellyfanie could not see this, but Perturabo was able to easily confirm this fact through the barrier of clothing, which made his pupils flicker with a faint kindness to Morgan from time to time.

At this moment, Morgan's height can barely reach Perturabo's chest: the disadvantage of the Lord of the Second Legion in terms of external conditions is very obvious, she has a visible height gap with any of her blood relatives, but from another point of view, as a psyker who ranks among the best in the entire human empire, Morgan can change his height and form at will through his mood and subconscious cognition.

For example, if Morgan had just gone through a long purgatory like the battle of Tuckers, and had spent more psionic energy and reserves than she expected, leaving her in extreme fatigue physically, mentally, and spiritually, and at this time, put her in a place where she could feel truly secure, let go of her instinctual guards, and rest at will.

Perhaps, people will see a genetic protogen, which is no different from a mortal child in height and appearance.

And now, in a long conversation with Kellyfanie, Morgan was naturally shorter than his majesty in front of his heirs.

Morgan was so, and Kelly Fanny was even shorter: even if Perturabo sat down now, his titular sister could barely reach his shoulder.

But it was these two ladies who were too thin compared to the Iron Lord, but as if they had an invisible and huge aura, they tightly compressed the Iron Lord, and they could only stare at their laughter, exuding a certain arrogant aura that they would never want to join in.

He was arrogant, persevered, and with all his courage and determination, he finally waited for the moment when the elevator bell rang.

He never imagined that this monotonous ringtone, which he had designed with his own hands, would produce such a pleasant tone as it did now.

The elevator door opened, and Kellyfanie ran out of the door like a homing bird, happy as a finch that had not yet been completely separated: having overcome the initial instinct for fear of heights, the lady from Olympia had fallen in love with this extremely high abode, and had been living on this level all these days of waiting for Morgan.

"Come on, I've got a special refreshment from Olympia for you."

Cryophanie cheered, like a fairy in the woods, to the edge of the balcony, turned to wave to her friend, and disappeared behind the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Morgan smiled in response, but before she could actually take a step, the Spider Queen slowly turned her head to look at Perturabo, who had pulled herself out of the corner.

She smiled.

[Why don't you come along?] 】

With a calm face, Perturabo responded to his blood relatives with a soft grunt, and then slowly stepped out of the elevator and into the room he had set up with his own hands.

"Nope."

He said.

"Call me when you need to get down to business."

The Iron Lord spat out these words with some arrogance, and then, he saw his blood relatives narrowly squint, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth were obviously raised, and with the faint golden floating light behind her, it was like a halo of confusion and unknown.

It was as if he was a barbarian living in a cave, and the silver-haired woman in front of him was the shadow of the sun shining on the cave wall.

[Kellyfanie is a little too active, but that's understandable, after all, she always complains to me about the boredom of Olympia in her letters.] 】

Perturabo heard his blood relatives whisper, and he snorted softly, but did not answer the word: he did not know how to answer it.

However, after a short silence, he instead plucked an urn-loud question from his heart and threw it to Morgan.

"So, when she finally wrote to you, you chose to respond to her invitation to come here to reunite with her and recount your friendship?"

"Come and see me by the way?"

【……】

In Morgan's heart, some kind of long string that had long been exercised by the felines of the Caliban couldn't help but move.

She smiled: Morgan had returned an instinctive smile before Perturabo could react, and in the moment the Iron Lord was momentarily stunned for the sincere smile, his blood relatives had already figured out the answer.

[Kellyfanie's words can indeed awaken friendship in my heart. 】

She spoke slowly, even with a delay, a deliberate tone: so deliberate that an inexplicable fire began to flicker in Perturabo's pupils.

And at the moment when the fire rose, the second sentence came to the ears of the Iron Lord, accompanied by Morgan's soft smile.

[But ......]

[Only the call of Perturabo can make me come to the stars.] 】

“……”

"Ahem!"

The flames stopped abruptly.

The Iron Lord paused, coughed heavily, and his vision subconsciously looked at the paintings on the side, but he quickly frowned: those Olympia paintings that he had arranged by himself now seemed to be too incompatible with this room.

He slowed his throat and looked at his blood relatives again, and although a certain arrogance and pride were gradually emerging, he forcibly suppressed them, and continued to question with the deliberate sound of the urn.

"If it was Kellyfanie's invitation, wouldn't you have responded?"

【……】

She......

I'm starting to miss Johnson again.

Morgan laughed, and in her heart, a long string was churning up and down.

She stepped forward, raised one of her hands, and patted Perturabo's breastplate.

[You're wrong, Peturabo.] 】

[Kellyfanie is a smart person, and few mortals can be as wise and rational as her. 】

[Under normal circumstances, she would never risk leaving Olympia to have a meeting with me. 】

[And the reason why she is able to do such a thing now, and why she can now confidently and boldly extend her friendship to the stars......]

[Isn't it precisely because of the warriors who are as determined as steel that this star field has become so peaceful, friendly, and safe? 】

[Isn't it precisely because this seemingly dreamy little friendship is a miracle of reality born under the protection of firm faith and perseverance as steel? 】

——————

[By the way, let me say it again, just for you and me. 】

[It's a pleasure to be reunited with you, my brother Perturabo. 】

I'm Morgan. 】

[Please advise.] 】

——————

Frix followed his father and carried the second elevator to the top floor of the temple.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Perturabo standing in the middle of the room: and on the balcony behind the curtains, the laughter of the ladies could be faintly heard.

The Lord of Steel hadn't even seen his heir coming, he was engrossed in looking at the sun-drenched terrace, listening carefully to every move there, until Frix's whispered report interrupted his movements.

When he turned around, his face was cold.

"Replaced them."

The genoplasm pointed to the paintings.

"I'm going to stay here and not go anywhere until I see you replace them."

The Primordial's orders were absolute, but just as Frix was preparing for action, he heard the voice of another Primordial, coming from the terrace.

[Can you come over for a moment, brother?] 】

[Kellyfanie and I, some debates require fair referees. 】

“……”

"Replace them before I come back."

“……”

Frix blinked, watching his genetic father disappear like a whirlwind of impatience.

Then, he turned his head to look at the tridents, whose expressions were just as confused as his.

"What are you doing? Let's get to work! ”

(End of chapter)