"So, that's why I went back to Caliban."

[Disgruntled? 】

“…… Ha, not really. ”

Luthor shook his head.

"Even if Johnson doesn't say it, I want to find a time to come back and have a look."

"After all, I've been away from this beautiful world for decades, and to tell you the truth, I really miss the land and forests of Caliban, and it's not a bad thing to come back and see them: besides, I'm kind of homesick."

[No, Luther: You're back home, my friend.] 】

Standing side by side on the wide lookout of the Goddess of Aurora, the conversation between Morgan and Luthor is full of casualness and comfort, in this private setting, they are not genetic prototypes and modified warriors, nor are they the masters of the Second Legion and the backbone of the First Legion, but just a pair of most simple close friends, who can clearly reveal their hidden hearts to each other.

At the very least, that's what Luthor himself thinks: he has little friendship with the Dark Angel Legion, the Terra-Terran warriors shun him, and the Caliban warriors, though they respect his former reputation, can't be his friends.

In the eyes of the former second-in-command of the Caliban Knights, the friendship with Morgan was a very fortunate and cherished thing, and being able to act with the Lord of the Second Legion was a rare highlight of this dull mission journey.

It's been three weeks since the brief but not simple conversation between him and Johnson, and as the Dark Angel Legion's genetic protogens say, the gears of war are also running inexorably.

The day after the conversation, the mighty expeditionary fleet split up, with Johnson leading the main force of the First Legion north with the Space Wolves, while Luthor led a small fleet reassigned to him by Johnson and headed south with the Dawnbreakers.

Like an extremely vigorous river, Queen Avalon's warriors continued to draw out many small forces to carry out tasks such as escorting colonial fleets and receiving supplies, while the flagship of the Morganians [Goddess of Dawn] was headed straight for the home planet of the Dark Angel Legion along with Luthor's fleet.

During this time, Luthor had stayed on Morgan's flagship, and the respect he received here was even better than his situation with the First Legion, which somewhat made the old knight somewhat linger: and, after a few years on the Far Eastern Frontier, Luthor still preferred the relaxation of the Goddess of Aurora to the somewhat lifeless Dark Angel warship.

Although, in his opinion, this easing is not a completely good thing.

[Have you been out of here for a long time?] 】

After moving away from Johnson, Morgan reverted to her usual attire: a frost white color, pure black as the bone, and a long dress embellished with sky blue and light gold, paired with a psionic crown, alloy riding boots, and two Gorgon's handpieces presented by the Genetic Prototype of the Iron Hand, which was the image of the Spider Queen in her legion.

Of course, thanks to her abilities, everyone will see Morgan differently: in Luthor's eyes, for example, Morgan's image is more like the goddess of war presented in the ancient legends of Caliban, who uses Pegasus as a mount and a flaming sword as a weapon, and her heroism and magnanimity trump her wisdom and thinking, allowing her to win wars and kingdoms.

In this image, Morgan's figure is quite similar to Johnson, her bright silver hair will emit a faint golden light, and the blue pupils will also ripple with more colors belonging to the forest: everything is like a replica of the Lord of Caliban, the reliable knight who has not yet stepped into the hustle and bustle of the Great Expedition, and is fighting alongside Luthor in order to rid him of all the behemoths.

……

In this sense, Luthor is indeed a very nostalgic person.

"Forty years, exactly forty years."

The old knight answered Morgan's question categorically, and his old brows revealed a few thoughts of nostalgia and emotion, as if the history of half a century ago was still ringing in his ears.

"Forty years ago, the fleet of the Lord of Mankind came to the skies above Caliban, and it was the first time that countless Calibans saw a starship: at that time, Johnson had just led us to sweep away the behemoths of Caliban, ending the suffering and fear of countless generations, and the light of the emperor almost arrived invariably, and everything seemed to be in the dark, and it was already certain."

"I, along with countless knights, chose to join the newborn Dark Angel Legion almost immediately, and we had the same dream as Johnson: to continue our hunt among the stars, to slay other behemoths that would destroy their lives, and to witness the wonders of this great galaxy."

Have you witnessed it? 】

“…… Ha ......"

From Luther's throat, a rather embarrassed smile spat out.

"I've seen a lot of behemoths, but there are even more tragic wars, which are completely different from the hunts in Caliban, and are more crazy and cruel than we think: in the face of such wars, those magnificent starry spectacles are not very attractive."

"Now that I think about it, I probably prefer the forests of Caliban, they are also unimaginably magnificent and majestic, enough to make those who witness it forget the cruelty of this world, even among the stars, I have never seen a forest as majestic as Caliban."

"So, there's nothing wrong with coming back: a lot of Caliban fighters have the same idea as me, but unfortunately they're not as lucky as I am."

Speaking of this, Luthor laughed, but Morgan could clearly feel that compared to the open-minded, convincing and charming laughter of the past, the current Luthor was somewhat forced to laugh.

Morgan curled her lips as she glanced back behind her: no one could hear her and Luther's conversation except Virgo, who was concentrating on setting up the dessert tower, and the two Dawnbreakers, who were guarding the distant gate.

So, she laughed the same and patted the Caliban on the shoulder.

[You don't have to be like this in front of me, it will only make me feel that our friendship is not deep enough to need these meaningless cover-ups and superficial efforts. 】

[Let's open the skylight and say something: You don't really want to come back, or do you have some thoughts that you want to come back to, but it's not that strong?] 】

“……”

Luther's laughter paused, and Morgan could clearly see that his Adam's apple was constantly tumbling up and down, as if he were vetoing a series of insincere responses.

"Can't say that, Morgan."

"I do want to come back and see the scenery in Caliban, it's not a lie, besides, I'm not an exiled prisoner now, I'm back on a mission, I can't even stay here in Caliban for long."

[That's right. 】

Morgan nodded, what Luthor said was true: he had returned to Caliban as a plenipotentiary recruiter, and his mission was to bring at least 10,000 usable soldiers to the Dark Angel Legion's broken array before the next war began.

Johnson didn't have a definite deadline, but both Luthor and Morgan knew that within a maximum of three Terra standard months, the Lion King of Caliban would need this new blood.

Therefore, Luther really doesn't have too much time, and his feelings can only stay at this time, as soon as he arrives in Caliban, he will become the busiest person in the whole world.

[In fact, Luther: As a temporary project leader, Johnson's resources are even extravagant, and when the numbers come to me, I can imagine the criticism of the First Legion.] 】

After rolling her eyes and thinking for a while, the Spider Empress decided to say a few good words for her blood relatives, after all, they would most likely have to fight side by side again, and let Johnson's right and left hands be angry with him, and there would be no more benefit to the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Of course, if this war is over, Morgan doesn't mind putting Luthor and Johnson face each other so that the Caliban bastard who makes her blood vessels explode every day can experience what embarrassment and embarrassment are.

【……】

It's cool to think about.

Morgan could even hear a chuckle from the realm of pleasure flashing through her mind.

But for now, let's say a few words for Johnson: Fortunately, the topic is not difficult to find.

[Listen, Luther: I don't know how Johnson gave you this order, but you and I both know that he did give you enough help and material support. 】

[In this fleet, there is a whole Knights of the Dark Angels at your disposal, and he has also handed over to you the full command of almost the entire Caliban Legion Monastery, not to mention, on your flagship, but there is an astonishing treasure: a full 20,000 intact genetic seeds. 】

Patting Luther on the shoulder, Morgan slowly recounted the examples, and his words inevitably carried a little sourness: even the Spider Empress was shocked when she heard the existence of those 20,000 genetic seeds.

After being shocked, she put her image director, His Excellency Tarasin, under house arrest and decided to wait for the dust to settle before releasing her.

You know, 20,000 intact genetic seeds, combined with the inventory on Caliban, were enough for Luthor to pull up an army that outnumbered the Dawnbreaker Legion: from this point of view, Johnson's trust in Luthor was staggering.

In fact, if you calm down and only look at material support, Luther's mission can definitely be regarded as a return to his hometown: except for him, Morgan and Coswayne, no one can entrust the Lion King with such a burden and responsibility, and Johnson's trust in Luthor is also very obvious.

But it was this apparent trust, after the hellish art of language from the Lord of Caliban, that made Luthor's will sink all the way: in a sense, it was a gift.

“……”

"You're right, Morgan."

Luthor grudgingly held up a smile on his friend, his pupils fixed on the fading glow of Mandeville Point: that meant the Caliban system was about to arrive.

"I really should cheer up and complete this mission well, after all, Johnson has really supported me very much, and he has specially assigned a deputy to assist me in my work: Ah, you haven't seen him yet, do you want me to call him over?"

Who is he? 】

"Hmmm......"

Luthor paused.

"Actually, I don't know exactly what his name is: I don't even know where Johnson got him from, but this man feels very reliable to me, and he knows Caliban very well."

"In general, we call him ......"

"Lord Seifer."

——————

【……】

【……】

【Lord of Cypher...... You are? 】

Morgan hunched on her throne and looked at the uninvited guest in front of her: ever since Luthor had first revealed the existence of this figure to him a few hours earlier, the Spider Queen had a strong premonition that this person had something to do with her mission in Caliban.

And as it turned out, this hunch was very accurate: like the previous premonitions and instincts that had helped Morgan countless times, and even saved her life, it was trustworthy.

【……】

Morgan looked at it: this was an ordinary Dark Angel warrior, his appearance was hidden in the hood, and his exposed lips and chin were not distinctive, and other than that, his costume could be said to be extremely simple compared to those inner ring veterans and grand knights.

A simple-looking character, such a character is often extremely complex on the inside, especially when he is a dark angel: this is a valuable experience that Morgan has summed up through more than ten years of experience in the First Army.

[Is there anything wrong with you?] 】

Thinking of this, the Spider Empress didn't bother to say much to this Lord of Seiffer, she could feel the presence of some malice from the other party: not too much, but it couldn't be ignored.

So, the pale fingers tapped on the armrest of the throne seemingly irregularly, but the Virgo on the side had already raised her head, and a red light symbolizing destruction appeared from her pupils: even if Morgan killed a dark angel, she was confident that she would maintain her relationship with Johnson.

Hearing the original body's inquiry, Lord Seufer did not answer immediately, he first saluted Morgan in silence, expressing a certain gesture of respect that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Someone wants to see you, Your Excellency."

[See me?] 】

Morgan smiled contemptuously.

[I think there is no figure in Caliban who is honorable enough to pay attention to this kind of etiquette with the son of an emperor: he should come directly to meet him.] 】

"No, Your Excellency."

Lord Cypher shook his head.

"It's true that no one can do it, but it doesn't mean that all wills can't do it."

"There are ancient beings that deserve your respect: it's good for you."

【……】

Morgan blinked, but before she could think more, an abrupt spatial fluctuation appeared at the feet of Lord Cypher.

Then, out of the fluctuating space, a strange creature emerged.

A ...... in a green robe

Villain?

I had a cold today, and I was extremely uncomfortable, so I forcibly pulled this one out and mixed it up with a subsistence allowance......

I'm thinking about how to solve the mess of the Caliban and the three artifacts of subspace quickly and easily, after all, they haven't done it by themselves with this Meereen knot that GW has made, and I don't want to get caught up in it, but first, I have to figure it out......

What the hell is going on in the TMD at Caliban?!

(End of chapter)