"So ......"

"What the hell is this?"

"Is it an alien? Or is it a new gadget that adults have researched? ”

……

When he returned to his familiar job, the Janissary of the Second Legion noticed that something seemed to appear in his memory as far as his eyes could see.

It was an existence that might not seem dangerous at first glance, but when you look closely, you will break out in a cold sweat: in the throne room of the Lord of Avalon, there is an unknown lifeform only as tall as Lana's calf, draped in a dull robe, walking slowly across the floor, and even holding a plate of pastries in her hand.

It has the appearance of a human, but it will never be a normal human, because neither a baby nor an alien with dwarfism will be like this: although Rana has forgotten his time as a mortal, he still has a few mortal friends on the Aurora, and he has seen the children of those friends, so he is convinced of the correctness of his opinion.

So......

Abnormity? Or something else?

Whatever it is: it should never be in the throne of the protogenitor!

With a loud shout containing heavy hostility, the power halberd in the Praetorian Guard's hand immediately emitted a piercing and sharp sound, and countless reasoning and ideas also filled his brain at this moment: the first was the serious dissatisfaction with the few old guard companions who were guarding the door.

He just went on a business trip on the orders of the original body, and these guys would actually put such an unknown thing into the throne of their genetic mother?

It seems that they have not been comfortable for too long, and have even forgotten how important and sacred their position is: this is undoubtedly his negligence, and after this, it may be necessary to arrange some activities for his subordinates to maintain their sense of crisis.

At this moment, Rana remembered some memories that had been sealed for too long: back when he was still a young recruit, he seemed to have heard his seniors talk and joke about the golden guards around the Lord of Humanity, but they regularly held some kind of bloody and real exercises.

Well......

They also need this kind of activity.

In the speed at which the Astarte warriors thought in microseconds, an oath like this did not even capture a moment: while exuding dissatisfaction with his subordinates, the Praetorian Guard was already holding his weapon tightly and with the utmost seriousness to confront this unknown enemy in front of him, which was so small that it could not be smaller.

And Lana's fanfare clearly did not escape the perception of the speedy guest: the dwarf creature that would hide in his robe first turned his head to look at Morgan's heir, not hiding his bewilderment in the slightest.

Then, perhaps sensing the overly boiling hostility of the Praetorian Guard, the robed little man carefully put down the plate of pastry it was holding, and then raised his two sleeves high in a comical gesture of surrender.

However, the chief guard did not let down even the slightest guard in his heart because of this obvious weakness: especially when he found that the two sleeves of the robe figure were not captured by gravity at all, but rose vertically with its movements, he confirmed his previous suspicion even more.

An alien creature who doesn't know the details of the whole legion is actually active in the most sacred place of the entire legion, appearing in the throne of the mother of genes: the emperor is above, and the honor of the entire Dawnbreaker Legion will be tarnished.

What should the combat brothers from other legions who are already prejudiced against them think of them: from now on, they will definitely think that the Daybreakers are just a bunch of people who will rely on their own genetic mothers!

Thinking of this, the chief guard couldn't help but grit his teeth, he hesitated between shooting the unknown creature directly and capturing it, but it was still safe to choose the latter.

And just as Rana decided to move and called out to the old Guards outside the door, a familiar and dry voice was slowly flowing in his ears before he knew it.

"I advise you not to do that."

There was an indelible coldness in that voice, which originated from Nostramo.

"That sister of mine wouldn't praise you for such a thing."

“……”

Hearing this, Lana quickly tilted his gaze: sure enough, a rare species native to Nostramo was standing beside the head of the guard, and his pupils, which were always full of raging light, were shining at this time.

"It's called the Black Watcher, and I've seen them in the future in the turbulence of the aether: though I don't understand why these little ones are here. But my blood relative must have known about it. ”

Conrad smacked his lips, and his next sentence seemed to reveal some kind of envy.

"Her grip on this ship is stronger than you might think: even the reptilian creatures who regard the dirty means of the darkness as a guide have never taken advantage of this ship, after all, they can never hide their soul humility."

The Genogen shook his head, as if he was laughing and sighing, but the Praetorian Guard was not swayed by these long sighs, he still clutched his weapon, the cold blade at the tip of the halberd cautiously approaching the Black Warden.

"Thank you for informing me, Your Excellency: but without the orders of the Primordial Lord, I must take the mission she gave me as my first rule, which is to ensure absolute security between the thrones at all costs, and this unknown creature is undoubtedly a threat."

Conrad frowned.

"I told you, this little guy is safe."

"When it comes to the safety of Lord Morgan, I beg your pardon for not being able to trust you, my Excellency Conrad: if you are to be annoyed by this, then I will gladly bear your wrath."

“……”

Midnight Ghost paused, his pupils flashing with a hint of embarrassment, but soon filled with more contemplation and appreciation.

Conrad suddenly felt a hint of envy for his sister.

"Someone like you, she has an entire legion: what a luxury."

Midnight Wraith breathed a sigh of relief, and he scratched the back of his neck with some irritation: Conrad hadn't showered in a while, and the dirt on his body made him a little uncomfortable.

"Listen, as much as I appreciate your sticking to your post, if you do hurt this little fellow, my sister will be angry with it: since you and I are the only two parties involved, and she is a person who is extremely partial to you Dawnbreakers, then it is very likely that her anger will come on my head."

Conrad pouted.

"Do you understand, Lana, it's called the Disaster of Innocence: besides, after all these years, I still can't beat her, and she seems too clever when she fights."

"So, it's highly likely that she's ......"

[Not very likely, but definitely.] 】

An iceberg-like voice came from behind the throne, it was the lazy-looking Queen of Avalon, a smile on her face, and she brutally interrupted her blood relatives' words.

You're right, Conrad, I'm not going to blame Rana for this kind of thing, so I'm definitely going to be angry with you. 】

"Your Excellency."

The Praetorian Guard Steward immediately straightened up, saluting his original form.

The midnight ghost, who was crouching on the side, also put away his cynical smile, and he rubbed his long black hair a little depressed, his tone like a hedgehog.

"In the past, you would at least pretend to be fair in front of me."

[Pretending is a means of dealing with outsiders.] You're not an outsider to me. 】

“……”

Conrad snorted softly, and he kept in a crouching position and jumped backwards, leaving room for Morgan and her heirs to talk.

The Lord of the Second Legion shifted his gaze to her Praetorian Guard.

[Conrad is right, Lana, the Black Warden is a native creature of Caliban, generally harmless, you can think of it as a creature like Oglim or a Letterin ape-man.] 】

"Is it safe, Mother?"

[It was the Emperor who ordered me to place this creature on the Goddess of Dawn, and there was only one in number, perhaps the Lord of Humanity thought that I would need the help of this creature at some point in the future.] 】

The Praetorian Guard nodded, wisely not asking for more, but instead recorded this xenomorph-like creature on his list of security affairs, and gave it a "pass" rating with extreme reluctance.

"I see, my lord, do you need to reveal the existence of the Black Warden to the warriors and mortals alike, so that its strange figure does not cause unnecessary disturbances on the battleship?"

[No, you don't need to. 】

The Lord of Avalon instinctively responded to Lana's inquiry, and then she fell into a brief silence.

Logically speaking, the Praetorian Guard doesn't seem to have the power to meddle in such a matter, but neither Lana nor Morgan seem to be aware of the problem just now.

At this moment, the Spider Queen suddenly remembered the question that her Virgo had once told: Did she unknowingly give Lana too much invisible power?

Although the loyalty of the Praetorian Guard is unquestionable, this kind of overly inflated and unchecked power is not a good thing after all.

She did need to think about a formal authority like the Council of the Four Kings, rather than maintaining a dispensable power structure with a few respected or trusted heirs, as she is now.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon kept this in her heart, and on the surface, she responded to the Praetorian Guard's resignation as usual, and immediately fixed her eyes on the blood relatives.

Conrad felt the gaze, and he stood up, sat down on the steps in front of the throne, and looked up at his sister.

"How's your conversation with your father?"

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

[Don't think about it, our good father never mentioned you from beginning to end. 】

“……”

"I don't care about those things."

Midnight Wraith grinned, revealing her determination to her blood relatives.

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, losing interest in continuing to ask.

Morgan, too, sat on the steps: she was two steps above Conrad, just enough to hide the few smiles on her lips and the almost imperceptible unbearability.

In fact, in this matter, the Spider Empress lied to her brother, and the Emperor still mentioned two things about Conrad.

Well, just two sentences.

[Do you care about this problem?] My parasite brother? 】

“……”

Conrad was silent for a moment.

"I don't care."

[If you care, then why did you casually find an innocuous mission and follow the detachment out of the Caliban system on the premise that the emperor would come? 】

“……”

"I don't care about him! I've said it all! ”

【……】

“……”

【……】

You can't lie, Conrad. 】

"I'm not you."

[But in the matter of self-deception, you have a great talent, and among all the people I know, there is only one person who is better than you in this regard: that is a profound realm that you can never surpass. 】

“……”

"Have you been scolded by the emperor, so you came to me to vent your anger?"

[No, if I were really angry now, I would have done it a long time ago: beating you up is more enjoyable than scolding you. 】

The Lord of Avalon laughed.

"Even if I didn't make a mistake?"

[I am your sister, your guardian in the legal sense: it is a matter of etiquette for me to beat you, even if you make a fuss in front of the emperor, I will take advantage of it. 】

"Which law?"

[The laws of Avalon. 】

Conrad let out a shrill laugh.

"Can it handle me?"

[You are on the battleship of Avalon, sleeping in a bed built by Avalon's factory, eating food produced by Avalon, and reading the books collected by Avalon: Do you say that the laws of Avalon can control you? 】

“……”

"Have you ever thought that this kind of arrogance of yours is wrong?"

[Arrogant? 】

[Isn't this standard midnight ghost behavior?] 】

And I, Lord of Avalon, am your Midnight Ghost, have you forgotten? 】

“……”

"Indeed."

Conrad blinked again, he didn't reply, but unloaded the strength from his body and lay directly down on the steps.

In this way, one of the two siblings looked at the bleak ceiling, and the other was immersed in their own thoughts.

In the past few years, this kind of relationship seems to have become their daily routine: Morgan and Conrad have always had a hard time maintaining a long-term peace, and every few days, the conflict between them will break out in a small way, and after this conflict has erupted, they will fall into a strange harmony, which seems to be very tacit.

From this point of view, they really don't look like a pair of siblings.

It's really like a pair of sisters and brothers.

"Did my father tell me how long I could stay with you?"

[He didn't say it, but I have a feeling that you won't be around for long: the Eighth Legion is gathering from all over the galaxy, and they knew about your return years ago, and if they don't let you reunite with them, they may be in trouble.] 】

Midnight geist sneered.

"I never thought there would be a group of people in this damn galaxy waiting to see me."

[Any Astarte Legion is looking forward to it, or nervous and nervous when they don't see their genetic father. 】

And with the appearance of their genetic father in front of their eyes, these emotions will also evolve into joy, excitement, surrender or helplessness due to the actual situation. 】

"Which one do you and the Dawnbreaker belong to?"

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment.

[I don't know. 】

"I don't care. 】

"Don't you really care?"

Conrad laughed, his glowing pupils fixed on his sister: it wasn't until Morgan narrowed his eyes a little that the Midnight Wraith quietly shrank back in the overly dangerous aura.

But in words, he still does not fall behind.

"Don't play tricks here, Morgan: I've seen the future in this room of mine when I came, and it's not my Good Friday, and you don't have to focus your attention on me."

"In five minutes, the ship's chief navigator will come to your room and report to you something important: this event will directly change your course for the next few months, as well as the lives of countless people."

【……】

[Let's be more detailed.] 】

"I can't go into more detail, after all, I've only seen a few pieces of debris in the turbulence of the Aether, and I've tried to convey to you what they all mean: you'd better pay attention to what your navigator is reporting for the future."

"That's all I know."

Conrad shook his head, and he restrained his sarcasm and showed his blood relatives in a more sincere gesture, and Morgan did not doubt him.

After a few years of getting along and being educated, although the Spider Queen is still angry with her blood brother from time to time, Morgan can also believe Conrad's words from the bottom of his heart.

After all, under her teaching, Midnight Ghost had become a person who knew what was going on, and he wouldn't joke with the Lord of Avalon about such things.

[Okay, I see, thanks for the reminder.] 】

"That's good."

Midnight Ghost stretched, and that playful smile returned to his face: even Morgan couldn't tell how quickly it was, was it Conrad's nature honed by her, or was it an overly skilful disguise?

"Go ahead with your business, great queen of the rotting corpses."

"And I, the parasite, am going back to my room, first taking a comfortable shower, then getting some sleep, and then treating myself to a good meal: I don't think you mind, I'll treat your heir?"

【……】

[They just volunteered.] 】

"Of course they did it voluntarily, after all, I have saved the lives of many of them."

Conrad smiled brightly, and in his bright smile, the Spider Empress seemed to see a vision of a shameless person in a trance.

Who is that person?

……

Oh.

It seems to be herself.

(End of chapter)