"When I decided to create a batch of artworks from the crystals that were produced on the three stars of Baal as a gift to Holy Terra and the entire human empire, there was a problem that kept bothering me."

"What kind of theme should I choose in this batch of gifts: I wanted to use the emperor, the human race, or the Great Expedition as the object of the portrayal, and this choice is mediocre, but it is not wrong."

"They don't have surprises, they don't have hidden dangers, it's just mediocre choices, and maybe most people won't like the word mediocrity, but I'm not one of them: if mediocrity means no hidden dangers, then I'd rather choose mediocrity."

[This is not like the words that a man called an archangel can say. 】

"You may also call me by my name only, St. Giles, sister: to tell the truth, to be called an angel by so many people all day long, is something that would make one feel inexplicably ashamed to compare it with those invented good things."

[Then will you blush?] 】

“…… Of course. ”

"Otherwise, what do I want these wings to cover my face?"

[Like Magnus? 】

"No, it's not that red."

#兄妹之间的轻松笑声#

【……】

[Do you want mediocrity because you are afraid of hidden dangers, St. Giles? 】

"It's fear, sister, fear."

"I'm scared of hidden dangers."

[Will angels also be afraid?] 】

When the Lord of Avalon asked this question, there was a frozen smile on Morgan's lips: she instinctively thought that St. Giles was joking with her, but seeing the look on the archangel's face, it didn't seem to be the case.

"Absolutely."

When St. Giles turned, the outermost white wings on his back were blown up in the psionic storm just now, and he was unintentionally rubbing against Morgan's side shoulders.

The archangel's tone was low.

"I'm not just scared, I'm at a loss, I'm overwhelmed."

[Why?] 】

"Because of this empire."

The angel blinked, and when his smile became playful, his countenance was always hard for anyone to resist: even Morgan, who had already been on guard.

"After all, you know that everything about the Empire, both for you and for me, is something that has been gifted: we grew up on our home planets, then we were found by the Emperor, we're detached from those familiar surroundings, and then, passively accepting everything about the Galactic and the Great Crusade."

"Although we all believe in the emperor's dreams from the bottom of our hearts, there are some things that we have to admit: in front of the empire, which has long been molded, you and I are outsiders, and we have been forcibly inserted into new parts of this operating system."

"No matter how detailed our brothers and our descendants explain to us, but in our own eyes, whether it is an empire or a great expedition, everything in it is actually still unknown, and we can only passively understand, and after every unaware encounter, we accumulate our own knowledge."

"You never know what other rules or regulations are in the Empire, people are used to it, but you are the first time you see it, and you never know what secrets and secrets are in the Empire, and when they want to hide from you, they always have the advantage."

"And on the other hand, when we want to hide something from the Empire, we have no advantage in front of the natives of the Empire, even though we are the heirs of the Emperor, the genetic protogen, and the same."

"We are all outsiders, you and I were forced into the Great Expedition, forced to accept everything it had to offer, and although we sincerely desire to bring about the victory of the Great Expedition, we cannot grasp the core mysteries, and in this respect, we are no different from those enemies who have fallen at our feet."

St. Giles' eyebrows were low, but his voice was serious: facts, lies, and truths were haphazardly manipulated and stacked in his heavenly voice, decorating limited lies with unquestionable truths, and then, he and Morgan's "common hatred".

"So I'm afraid of the hidden dangers, and I hope you can understand this: because they are not the poison scorpions or other beasts that lurk in the desert on my home planet, I can't defeat them with my strength and will, and what's even more terrifying is that I always know nothing when they appear in front of me."

"I can only guess, to speculate, to construct a possible future through clues, and when I do these activities, my heart and soul will be insecure."

"So, I'm going to feel uneasy, I'm going to be afraid."

"At this point, I'm sure you're the same as me, aren't you?"

St. Giles smiled, at least, at this moment, the archangel looked serious.

"After all, who knows what terrible consequences those seemingly innocuous hidden dangers can bring us: especially when we are not the masters of our own destiny."

【……】

"You seem to mean something, brother? 】

Morgan's brow furrowed slightly, her words more like affirmations than inquiries, and the answer to her was St. Giles' flawless countenance and smile.

"Morgan, my sister, although it has been less than ten minutes since we met, I still believe that you are a smart man: a smart man who only needs to answer, not explain."

"Or are you going to defend our genetic father?"

The archangel threw this question, and his smiling countenance returned to seriousness and peace, and as his head turned, a dark green mottled could be faintly seen on the priceless snow-white neck, like a deep gem hidden by a curtain.

The Lord of Avalon's gaze inevitably rested on the gems for a moment before shifting to St. Giles's countenance: she took advantage of this to recall the detailed information she had gathered about the various genetic prototypes.

Sergeant Tarasin was of great help to her in this regard: although the question of why this old skeleton had detailed information about each genogen was in itself a scary question.

And according to those sources, and referring to the words of St. Giles just now, Morgan was easily convinced of one thing: her Bal blood relative, as the information says, did not have a wonderful attitude towards the Lord of Mankind, and was completely comparable to that of the Chagatai Khan.

So, Morgan laughed.

[I can't say anything about the defense, but in any case, we still have to be in awe of our genetic father, brother: after all, awe can come from both deep respect and the pursuit of common dreams, but it can also be ......]

Morgan blinked, and the heavy light that flashed in her pupils was not missed by St. Giles.

[Fear.] 】

“……”

[Fear of power.] 】

“……”

Like you, I am a person who can be feared. 】

The archangel's eyes narrowed, and Morgan stared at him unceremoniously, carving the smile on his face into St. Giles' amber pupils.

"Why, sister?"

[Literally, brother.] 】

Morgan blinked.

[As you said, when we come to this empire, we can only guess and speculate about everything within this empire, and give our own response through the kindness or malice it gives us in the first meeting: we are destined to be the passive side. 】

[And in this passive process, isn't the father of genes who comes to meet us the first unknown we need to face: the unknown from the empire. 】

[More than a dozen brothers are fighting for a cause at the same time, but we all know that in our hearts, the banner that guides us forward will never be the same, because the kindness and malice given to us by the emperor are also different. 】

【…… Same bed, different dreams. 】

[Maybe that's not the right word?] 】

“……”

"It's a little."

St. Giles nodded, but he looked a little absent-minded, and almost at the moment when Morgan stopped speaking, the archangel quietly leaned closer and asked the next question in his heart.

"Then why should you be afraid?"

【……】

Morgan smiled back, and she did not stop, but continued to walk, silently past where St. Giles had just stood: as they advanced, the destination of the statue called the Legion had also appeared in their field of vision, and there was no longer any need for the guidance of the archangel.

Therefore, the next answer of the Lord of Avalon was left to the air, and it was left to St. Giles to pick them up one by one.

[Some people saw the great war picture depicted by the emperor, so they left his forests and castles and came to the empire. 】

[Some people see the emperor as a heroic human projection in their hearts, so they restrain his arrogance and wildness, and become the hunting dog needed for the great expedition. 】

There are others, they don't have any reason for optimism, they are haunted by their own madness and wisdom all day long, and the only reason they join the Great Expedition is that they discover what they will do in the future. 】

[I'm different, because my reasons are simpler.] 】

[When I came to the crossroads of my life and decided to choose my fate, the Emperor was already there waiting for me: armed, ready to fight, unquestionable, indifferent. 】

[In front of some, the emperor is the giver, in the eyes of others, he is a great man, and at other times, he can also be the judge of everything. 】

But with me: he is a pure conqueror. 】

[Iron-fisted, authoritative, vajra hand under soft buckskin gloves: he didn't give me more options. 】

A bitter smile tugged at Morgan's lips, and as she turned her head to look at St. Giles, she allowed her gaze to go straight into the angel's heart, making sure he couldn't tell any more lies at the moment.

[What about you, brother: what about the emperor to you? 】

“……”

In the face of this inquiry, the bright face of the archangel was temporarily hidden in the darkness formed by the strands of hair.

When he ripped his hair and smiled again, there was a weariness on his face that had followed a long silence.

"It's the same as you, but it's not the same."

[Huh? 】

"He's waiting for me in full gear, too."

The sound of St. Giles creates moisture in the cold room.

He was cold.

"But he didn't wait for me to reach a fork in the road in my life: he had already come when I was still in the first confusion, and before I had solved these confusions, he had already departed, brought me to the empire, and handed me a legion."

【…… Legion ......]

Is this the legion? 】

Morgan took a few steps forward and stroked the statue standing in the center of the room, this statue was an ordinary Blood Angel warrior, just like the statue of the First Legion standing at the gate of Tyner Palace, it could also be anyone from the Ninth Legion, standing in the brightest light in the room, all watching.

Nothing says more about what is going on in the heart of the Archangel.

"Yes, my Ninth Legion."

St. Giles took a step forward, and a gentle smile flashed through his pupils: in all the time he had been talking to him, this was the only time Morgan could be sure that the archangel was pure tenderness without any thoughts or complex thoughts.

A silly dad.

Morgan mocked inwardly.

[The right choice, brother, if it were me, I would also put a statue of the Dawnbreaker here, in the center of all people's attention, after all, they are the meaning of my existence in this empire, and the foundation of everything else's survival.] 】

"It's an exaggeration, but it's not unreasonable."

St. Giles' golden hair brushed his shoulder armor and wings, and he stepped forward, standing side by side with Morgan, his elbows just touching Morgan's shoulders as the archangel crossed his arms, and one of his wings loomed over the Lord of Avalon.

Then, his voice was exaggerated.

"But, if you will, my sisters, I can command them to make a statue of the Dawnbreaker, to be placed in this room as well: right next to this statue, and enjoy the same crowd."

【……】

[Is that possible?] 】

Morgan was a little surprised, and there was a hint of anticipation in the surprise: St. Giles saw all this, and he was not sure whether it was a disguise or the real thing, but he preferred the latter, because the flash of joy in Morgan's pupils did not seem to be fake.

At least the archangels can't see it.

If he showed that joy, it must be real.

So, St. Giles smiled.

"Absolutely."

He smiled like a true angel.

"If the Dark Angels can get their own honor in a place where no one can set foot, then what reason is there for the Dawnbreaker to be nameless: although no one usually comes to this room, I don't mind setting up a stage for your heir here."

"After all, the merits of the Legion of the Dawnbreaker are equally unquestionable: others do not understand the value of your pioneering and fighting on the Far Eastern Frontier, but I can understand the implications, and I can understand the dedication and loyalty you have to the Empire to conquer such a vast territory with a small number of people."

"I can't imagine the hardships, nor the loyalty and faith that sustains you in this, but please accept my admiration for you: the Blood Angel Legion doesn't mind any help we can if we can."

St. Giles paused, burying the cunning in the next sentence.

"Not to mention, in the distant future, you and your legions will defend a large territory for the Empire with such precious troops: I can't imagine what a great feat and a difficult challenge it would be, and a statue is already the thinnest expression of my gratitude."

【……】

Morgan didn't respond, she just turned her gaze to the side in a bit of frustration, and for the first time there was a slight tangle in her tone.

[Is the question of my legion widely circulated among you?] 】

"You didn't hide it, did you?"

"That's what I admire most about you, Morgan, my sister."

St. Giles leaned down, one of his wings enveloping Morgan, and when he patted Morgan on the shoulder and smiled affectionately into the ear of the Lord of Avalon, his breath could even float the bangs on Morgan's forehead, and his smile could even touch the hardest stone in the galaxy.

"You are great, every one of your sons is great, as I just said, as long as you need it, my Ninth Legion and I are ready to fight for you at any time."

"Please don't refuse, after all, you are facing the difficulties of reality, just as Vogrim and his Emperor's Son did not refuse the help of the Shadowmoon Wolf when they were plagued by the blight, and we can create a friendship between Horus and Fergrim, my sister."

"My Imperial Hero."

【……】

【……】

St. Giles saw the memory in Morgan's pupils, and he knew that it was done, and a trace of guilt and pride bloomed in his heart.

For the Holy Blood Angels.

He pondered.

Then, he only saw Morgan smile bitterly and shake his head.

An unexpected refusal made St. Giles stunned.

[No need, brother, I'm grateful for your help, but if it's a soldier's problem, I think I've found a solution, from our genetic father.] 】

"Genetic disease?"

[Yes.] 】

"The Emperor."

【…… Yes. 】

"Would you like to hear about it?"

Although Morgan's words were already a little too difficult to ask, and it was not a good idea to continue to ask questions at this time, St. Giles really couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart now.

From the emperor, the solution to the genetic disease, happened to Morgan?

……

He had to know.

Do you want to know? 】

It's just that the true bitterness on the face of the Lord of Avalon made the archangel hesitate.

But he nodded.

Well, let me tell you. 】

Morgan struggled to squeeze out her next sentence, and at the same time, she subconsciously looked to the other side, allowing her trembling pupils to escape St. Giles' gaze.

——————

She's laughing?

Maybe.

——————

[Let me tell you, my brother St. Giles: At some point, our Father of Genes told me that there was a cure for my Legion's genetic disease: not a cure, but a cure. 】

[Then ......]

"And then what?"

The archangel's voice trembled, like the corners of Morgan's mouth curled up.

[Then ......]

[I joined the action.] 】

【……】

[Killed one of my brothers.] 】

“……”

The bitter laughter, mixed with the desperation of swallowing a tear, shattered the stunned silence of St. Giles, and when Morgan turned his head, there was still a hint of crimson pupils, which was seen by the archangel.

He knows.

Morgan wasn't lying.

The last 500 words of this chapter are added later, so don't wonder why there are no paragraphs in the last paragraph.

Flushed! Flushed! Flushed!

Seriously, I feel like I've been on the verge of collapse lately, and today I'm really thinking about eleven o'clock before I really start writing, it's so desperate.

(End of chapter)