My name is B

I hate this nickname.

I am an ordinary soldier in the loyal and reliable Dawnbreaker Legion: currently part of the Sixteenth Company, my main job as a full-fledged company pharmacist, and my side job as a temporary administrative clerk for the Legion's financial system.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really an ordinary person: I'm neither a new blood from Avalon, nor an old cannon from the Holy Terra, about thirty years before the Great Mother of Genes reunited with the Legion, a fleet of Dawnbreakers joined an expedition in the Maelstrom region, and after the expedition ended, they recruited a group of recruits in the area, and I came to the Second Legion and became an Astarte warrior.

Carried away from my parents and childhood friends, away from the familiar village and earthy atmosphere, surrounded by cold metal and god-like warriors, into the stars I never imagined: even though my years as Astarte have far surpassed those of a mortal, I still remember the fragments of time that I remembered.

I vividly remember the last act I had when I left my home planet: I and the other three Chosen walked into the Legion of the Dawnbreaker, and not far from us, the White Scar Legion took fifty of the Inductees, and the Dark Angel Legion took at least one hundred and fifty.

Behind our 200 or so people were thousands of people who were not very lucky, who had passed all kinds of tests, but could not resonate with the genetic seeds of the three legions.

Oh yes, and the Ultramarines were joined by the Ultramarines: they arrived late and didn't make it in time for the first wave of selections: but they packed up the thousands of remaining inductees.

After that, when I gradually settled down in the Second Legion, I also thought about establishing a connection with these fighting brothers from the same homeland.

The three battle brothers in the Dawnbreaker are all living well, we all have our own futures, and those who are in the white scar have never been able to be contacted, and as for the Black Angel, I once took the opportunity of a business trip to find my fellow Dark Angel countrymen: but I heard that they all died in the war against some powerful alien empire.

In the end, I had to try my luck at Otlama, after all, there are thousands of my countrymen among the Ultramarines, but it's only been a few decades, so there should always be one or two for me to meet, right?

Then, I began to carefully identify every Ultramariner I met based on the appearance and accent of my fellow villagers.

Well...... How so......

I confirmed at least three thousand people.

……

Hiss......

Ⅰ

"Ultramarines have always been like that, again and again, ever since that Robert Killiman returned to the Legion."

After hearing B tell his story, Lord Hawthorne, who was in charge of the Dawnbreaker Legion's finance system, simply smiled and shook the brand new Legion News Bulletin in his hand.

"What do you mean, Senpai?"

B respectfully toasted a cup of coffee, Hawthorne took a sip, and then told a story about the empire.

"You know, my friend, the honorable Lord Robert Killiman, is like a young lady who has transferred to a civilian school, and while everyone is studying hard for the exam that can change their fate, our Robert is sincerely asking his classmates: Will the direct escort make him miss the important experience of the exam?"

“……”

"To put it simply, the Terra government was worried about the number of Ultramarines almost a decade ago: they even had a vaguely worded public statement expressing concern and dissatisfaction with the overnumbering of some of the Astarte Legions."

"Do you know what those Terra officials are trying to do?"

"Suppress the development of the Ultramarine?"

"No, it's to make people think that they can suppress the development of the Ultramarines, but in fact, they can't suppress it at all."

“……”

"And our Excellency Robert also took this very seriously, and he strictly followed the public statement issued by the Terra War Council, and carefully considered the various positions in charge of the Ultramarines and the corresponding minimum number requirements: in the end, he came to an extremely important conclusion."

"Stop the build-up?"

"No, he found out that he should have conscripted at least ten thousand more."

“……”

"To make this decision, it seems that Lord Killiman is not respectful to Terra."

"You're wrong, little one."

Hawthorne shook his head.

"Mistress Killiman has always been respectful of the mortals on Holy Terra, and that's right: he simply doesn't take these people seriously."

Ⅱ

When the sixteenth company wasn't busy, B would often come to help out in the Legion's finance department on the Avalon Low Earth Orbit space station: as far as he knew, there were at least fifty more combat brothers who had this habit, and the shortage of manpower kept Morgan's sons in the tradition of multiple jobs.

As for why the Astarte warriors manage the financial system......

In fact, the Legion's previous financial system was originally in charge of mortals, but after the [Conrad Roast Festival] incident a few years ago, the Legion had to transfer all the financial personnel from these positions in order to appease the emotions of the mortal assistants.

Fortunately, for Morgan's sons, the work of the finance department was not that complicated: B's main job was to answer various requests for perks, and the rest of the time was spent reading the Legion Bulletin.

This is a very entertaining reading, updated in real time, published regularly, written in a standardized manner, and approved by the original, B quickly grasped the essence of reading it: useful as a title, interesting as entertainment, beneficial as the original public activity form, harmful is [appreciation of outstanding student papers in this issue].

The parts that were cut out to be used as coffee mats were a high praise and positive response to the new policy promulgated by Holy Terra, and the Daybreakers generally referred to the excess as Magnus's Psionic Power.

Ⅲ

Of course, in front of the Thousand Sons, they will change their name to [Riemanrus].

Ⅳ

"New Allowance Request ......"

"If you're not sure about it, you can ask me, little one."

"Thanks, Hawthorne senpai, I'm a little unsure about some of them."

"For example?"

"Let's say this: a request for a special allowance for the Legion One cafeteria, the name of the allowance is: Reimbursement of special food expenses for feeding Conrad and the original pets?"

"There's Conrad...... That should be classified as a natural disaster relief project, right? ”

"But...... Primordial pets? ”

"Yes, it's said to be called the Black Warden, but it looks a bit like an alien, but I'm not sure: there's a picture of His Excellency Conrad eating with his original pet in the cafeteria, show you, senior."

Hawthorne took the picture, and when he frowned and began to look at it, in a certain sense of caution, B decided to give Hawthorne a little remind.

"Conrad is the one on the left, Senpai."

“…… Thank. ”

Ⅴ

"So, the three of you want to apply for a special Medicaid allowance?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me why you're all so badly injured?"

"I made a bet with him that His Excellency Ahriman would not be able to win two Oglim with his bare hands, so I went to a certain world and caught two wild Oglim and got injured."

"I made a bet with him, but I bet that His Excellency Ahriman would be able to beat two Oglim with his bare hands, so I also went to capture two wild Oglim and got injured."

“…… What about you? ”

"I'm Ahriman, and while I was bathing in my bathroom, I met four wild Oglims."

Ⅵ

"What are you doing, little one?"

"Ah, Lord Hawthorne, I'm reviewing my students' papers."

"But what you're getting is obviously a form of allowance?"

"Yes, he handed in his essay along with his stipend application."

"How's it written?"

"In general: the writing is concise and neat like a dark angel, the words are elegant and easy-going like a space wolf, and the degree of quotation of various arguments and scientific truths reminds me of the Wai Speaker, and the knowledge reserve of the psionic part is comparable to that of a death guard."

“……”

"At the very least, though, I can be sure that he certainly didn't have a pen on Lord Ahriman: if he did. Ahriman would certainly not have put the name of the book written by Abaddon on in the references at the end of the paper. ”

Abaddon ...... Writing...... Publications......"

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, slowly chewing on these words that were not related to each other.

"Sounds like redundant as the genetic father of the Iron Warriors."

"Who's to say it's not......"

"Did Abaddon write any books?"

"Notes on Iron Rider Terminators in Various Campaign Environments and Missions Situations: It is said that this book is very popular among students right now."

"Popular?"

"Yes, almost every discipline has taken this book and written a paper, at least this one on my side has done so: he has come to the conclusion that we should equip every apothecary with an Iron Rider Terminator to ensure combat efficiency and reduce damage rates through His Excellency's heroic performance on various battlefields and the super high survival rate."

"Does he have any arguments?"

"Uh...... The number of xenomorphs who found themselves unable to penetrate the Iron Rider Terminator Armor? ”

"How did he get it?"

"I'll take a look......"

“……”

"Uh...... Questionnaire?! ”

Ⅶ

"Did you read today's Legion briefing?"

"Nope."

"It is said that the Legion editorial office received a letter of protest from the Iron Warriors today."

"Protest? I remember the Iron Warriors always had a good attitude. ”

"They protested against the spread of false news in the Legion bulletin, specifically, if you look at the [Recent Situation of Other Legions] section, there is an update on the progress of the Fourth Legion: the five battalions under the command of Perturab have achieved 78% casualties in the Second Hour Fire Annihilation Battle."

"What's wrong with that?"

"The problem is that some of the Iron Warriors feel that the casualty rate is too high, and it must have been a mistake in the editorial team's writing: they think they missed a decimal point."

“……”

"Where did they get the confidence to think that the Petura Expo would have a casualty rate of 7.8%?"

"It's not their fault, remember that Lord Dantiok?"

"Of course, he's the only one of the three who let our genetic mother bestow her own medal on herself is not a warrior of the Dawnbreaker Legion: the other two are Abaddon and Ahriman."

"That's right: you may not know that not long ago, Lord Danteok was directly named by Perturabo as the commander of the fourteenth battalion of the Iron Warriors, in the words of those Olympians, the war blacksmith."

"He's going back?"

"It's not: this battalion is a large battalion that has just been formed by the Fourth Legion, and it is not in the main battle sequence of the Iron Warriors, in short, the entire Fourteenth Battalion serves here in the Far Eastern Frontier, just like in the second company of the Emperor's Son of the Iron Hand Legion."

"Big battalion, but I remember that a large battalion of the Iron Warrior Legion also has at least five hundred people, and there is no upper limit: are there so many people under Dantiok?"

"As far as I know, over the years, the Iron Warriors have sent more than 800 people to Dantiok's men, of which more than 70 have been killed, and three have entered the Dreadnought: I have to say, what a terrifying casualty rate."

"Who's to say it's not: but are they really just over 800 people?"

"I don't know: Dantiok's report to the Iron Warriors is said to be like this."

"But I remember that just a year ago, in recognition of the outstanding performance of Dantiok and his company in the defense of the outer part of Salamas, our Mother of Genes specifically allowed them to have conscription power in some of the worlds in the southern part of the Salamas Star Sector?"

"Yes, but the highest priority for conscription is still in our hands."

"I don't mean that, I mean: Could it be that they actually have a lot of people?"

"No matter how much more: and they will go back sooner or later, after all, they are Iron Warriors and not Daybreakers, not to mention that the Far Eastern Frontier is so vast and we are really understaffed, so it is also an expedient measure for the Legion Council to let these Iron Warriors help us take on part of the garrison and patrol responsibilities for the time being."

"The only problem is that the Iron Warrior recruits who have been recruited in the Salamas Star Sector seem to have too rosy fantasies about the world and their legions: innocuous little problems."

"Fantasies about a casualty rate of 7.8%?"

"Almost."

“……”

"Didn't Danteoc and the Iron Warriors from Olympia tell these recruits the truth: they should have known the actual battle of the Fourth Legion."

"I don't know, I'm friends with Dantiok, but it's been a long time since we last met, and he's now single-mindedly stationed in the southern part of the Salamas Zone, where the Protozons have given him full responsibility for the defense and the plans for the construction of the fortress."

"But the last time we met, I vaguely remember him telling me that after seeing so much in Avalon, he wanted to change something: it started with his camp."

"Change what?"

"He didn't say it, but it should be a big deal."

“……”

B nodded, and then he looked at the remaining allowance request in his hand.

"Your Excellency Hawthorne, don't you wonder who sent this silver lacquer supply allowance for three thousand people, after all, there is no name in the initiator's column."

"You should look at the bottom, my dear friend: is it important who requested the grant signed by both the Legion Council and the Genotype? But 3,000 is a bit too terrible, and the last time I approved it, it was only 2,500. ”

"So ......"

"Pass: Anything else?"

"The Eighth Army is assembling in our territory to receive their diplomatic expenses."

"Eighth Legion, then one piece will be included in the natural disaster subsidy."

"Understood."

"And, what is the stipend requirement for the network construction project in Avalon?"

"Pass."

"The Archaeological Society's request for a subsidy for the replacement of the latest archaeological equipment."

"Rejected, His Excellency Rana sent a communication some time ago, and in recent years, any allowance or request for an archaeological society has been dismissed."

"Hmm...... Ok ......"

"Finally, from the Foundry Consortium."

"Those gold-devouring beasts, what's the matter?"

"There is an additional project payment for the construction of the new Glory Queen-class battleship."

"Pass."

“…… Don't you take a look, Your Excellency? ”

"What to see: don't you use the money to make the Queen of Glory, these big guys, use it to pay taxes to the Terra government?"

"Have we paid our taxes?"

"Theoretically, as long as the five hundred worlds are handed over first, we will pay them."

"What about the five hundred worlds?"

"Theoretically, as long as we pay the tax first, the five hundred worlds will pay."

“…… What is this? ”

"Dynamic strategic balance, boy."

(End of chapter)