[So first, let's determine one thing in advance, father. 】

[Do you want Horus to be a Frenchman, or a German?] 】

When Morgan and her genetic father arrived in the middle of the garden labyrinth, they found a simple set of stone tables and chairs that had been waiting for them for a long time: the fruit bowl on the stone table still looked fresh, and even precious dew flowed on the expensive fruits.

Morgan stood on the side of the stone table, her back in close contact with the shaggy spikes of the tree walls, and only after the emperor was seated did she sit across from the Father of Genes. Naturally, he picked up a piece of fruit and slowly peeled off the hard shell.

+ What do you mean? ＋

The Lord of Humanity's hands crossed over the stone table, his brow furrowed slightly. But he still seems to be patient: as for the two obscure historical concepts mentioned in Morgan's words, the emperor is not too surprised, after all, even in those outside rumors, the Lord of Avalon has always been closely associated with the characteristic of "love of reading".

[Literally, father.] 】

Morgan smiled, peeling off a piece of shell that was hard enough to withstand bullets, first sniffing the flesh to make sure it was fragrant. Then, with the rubbing of his fingertips, he conjured a dark blue flame of psionic energy, and incinerated the peeled shell, causing a warm smoke to begin to emanate from the cold air.

[France and Germany, the same land, the same race, the same origin, the same founder, but out of two diametrically opposed systems and systems: the Capetian family and the Sallian dynasty, the fox and the red beard, Bourbon and the Habsburg, the nobles of Versailles, and the elector of Frankfurt. 】

[You should know these allusions, father, after all, this is the ancient history of Holy Terra, and no one should be more familiar with these stories of Terra than you in this galaxy today: after all, they are your own experience, and I doubt that the most famous French or Germans, such as the Sun King, Napoleon, Redbeard, or Maximilian, may have your blood in them, or may they simply be one of your own identities?" 】

As she spoke, the Lord of Avalon put the almost transparent flesh into her mouth, crushing the flesh and the core together, making her cheeks look bulging, and at the same time, she did not forget to raise her eyebrows and handed over the right to speak to the Lord of Humanity sitting on the other side.

+ That was a long time ago. ＋

The Emperor was silent for a moment before slowly responding to his daughter, and the Lord of Humanity also picked up an oval-shaped fruit, but just shook his palm, and the solid shell dissipated like ice cubes under the scorching sun.

+ 30,000 years of history is far longer than you think, and its weight and triviality alone are enough to drive any sophisticated instrument crazy: even I can't remember everything, I need to record, I need a pen, I need a collection of books to help me remember these things. ＋

+ In this respect, my old friend Macado is more successful than I am: he is obsessed with collecting historical artifacts and books that were already precious before he was born, and in his private collection there are even treasures dating back tens of thousands of years, the time of the romantic fantasy that was just born of mankind, and one of the best times that mankind has ever experienced. ＋

[Treasures from tens of thousands of years ago......]

Morgan subconsciously sighed, absentmindedly peeling off the remaining half of the hard shell of the fruit in her hand, and could barely hide the amazement and greed in her words: in the heart of the Lord of Avalon, the young hamster, which had been sleeping for too long, was attracted by the smell of treasure in the air, and let out a longing chirp.

And all this did not leave the sight of the Lord of Mankind: when the corners of the Emperor's mouth were slightly hooked, his voice had changed from a simple question to an affirmative.

+ Do you want to. ＋

【……】

[The palm printmaker will be unhappy.] 】

+ It doesn't matter, we can take just one of them, it doesn't hurt. ＋

+ What's more, I've done a lot of things that upset him: it doesn't matter if it's a little more. ＋

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed: something from a not-so-rosy past was starting to strike her brain again.

The Emperor was still smiling.

+ If you want, make it clear: we are not making up a dictionary of riddles, we are discussing the planning of the administrative system of the empire for the next few decades, which is a matter of great seriousness, and I hope that you will come up with a plan that is strong enough, tenacious, and long-lasting. ＋

[Sturdy and long-lasting? 】

Can you be clearer, father? 】

+ Before the end of the Great Expedition, before I finish my own business, this plan of yours will not be torn to pieces by your brothers with their willfulness and bad temper: is that clear enough, my daughter? ＋

【…… Enough is enough. 】

Morgan coughed lightly.

She had almost never heard such straightforward words in the mouth of an emperor.

So, the Lord of Avalon had to get into shape: she released the fruit that she had ravaged from the cage of the five fingers, and then picked up a hard husk and a soft piece of flesh, and placed it between her and the emperor.

[As I have just said, Father, France and Germany: two ways of ruling are bound to lead to two outcomes.] 】

Then, Morgan lifted the husk.

[If it is the way of France, that is, the ruler grasps his own power, does everything possible to strengthen his authority and status, and finally completely adjusts the nobles who were originally in the same class as him to his subordinates: for example, in the period of the Sun King Louis XIV, the original power of the great nobles can only retreat in the Palace of Versailles, become the king's foil, and be proud of the favor of the Sun King. 】

[Such a system is undoubtedly firm and can mobilize all our forces as much as possible, but its shortcomings are also very obvious: just as no one likes to eat such hard and unnutritious husks, the Primordials are not nobles among mortals, and they will not allow the power in their hands to be deprived at will. 】

[If the commander Horus dares to shout that I am the country, then he will wait to be defeated by his brothers: even Motarian and Chagatai Khan will not be aligned with Horus on this issue.] 】

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+ What about the German: like your piece of pulp? ＋

[More precisely, the Holy Roman Empire: for various reasons, the rulers could not concentrate their power, and had to make concessions to political entities, large and small, especially the electors: until the moment of its demise, the emperors of the Holy Roman Empire could not be as exclusive and powerful as the real emperors.] 】

[This is certainly a disaster for rulers and the pursuit of efficiency, but for those genetic protogens who are about to be ruled by the war commander: who doesn't love such a soft piece of flesh? 】

Morgan smiled as she tossed the remaining pulp into her mouth, feeling the warm juice between her lips and teeth, and threw one last question at her genetic father.

[Then the question is, father: what are your expectations for Horus, do you want him to be the monarch of France or the emperor of Holy Rome?] 】

[Or do you want to give this commander's position full real power, so that it is above all the primordials and legions?]

[Or do you just need to set up the position of commander, as for how big the power limit of this position is, you don't really care so much?] 】

[The power is in hand and what a thousand people refer to? 】

[Gentle compromise but all eyes on it? 】

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Men did not immediately answer his daughter's question, and his bronzed face fell into a long-lost sincere thought, which lasted for a long time: maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, until the fruit which he held in his hand was reduced to ashes in an invisible flame.

+ Is this question important in your proposal? ＋

[Yes.] 】

Morgan nodded.

[I have to wonder if you really think it's a good idea to put Horus above many primordials, or if you just want to create a position like a war commander and Horus is the only person you have in mind.] 】

[To tell you the truth, I'm pretty confused about which of these two options to say.] 】

[Why do you love the commander, this position is not suitable for the current empire at all: When I first heard this word, confusion like this has already taken root in my heart. 】

＋…… ＋

As always, the Lord of Men did not answer his daughter in this more personal question, but simply reached out and grabbed the hard, useless husk, threw it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then pushed the other piece of flesh closer to Morgan.

Morgan smiled helplessly as she looked at the emperor's choice, she put one hand on her face, and her voice couldn't help but become lazy and casual.

[It seems that you like Horus more than I thought, and would rather let the efficiency of the Great Expedition suffer, but also ensure his current sun-like reputation and status?] 】

+ He is the most suitable one. ＋

The Emperor's tone was flat.

+ Since I'm going to return to Holy Terra sooner than expected, it means that Horus will be the commander and will be at the helm of the Great Expedition for a longer time: so, a stable system is more important than an efficient system in the long run. ＋

+ Originally, I intended Horus to be the commander of the war for at most generations, so that he would naturally have more power, but now that the time is about to be doubled, it is not impossible to compromise and be steady: by the time I leave, the Great Expedition will definitely be out of the process where efficiency is most needed. ＋

+ And, although I am confident that Horus will not abuse his rights, and that he will not make the Plasma feel oppressed and enslaved, be prepared: Tell me now, what can you do to dispel the rebellion of the Primitives against the position of Commander and the new system? ＋

[The solution is simple, father. 】

Morgan smiled lightly.

[As long as the position of war commander does not need to monopolize the entire sky and disperse the sun of the stars in your heart, then there is room for maneuver in this problem. 】

Morgan put the piece of flesh in her mouth and chewed it slowly, until she had swallowed it thoroughly, and then she gave a clear answer.

[If you want me to say, since you can make Horus a war commander, you can also make me an assistant to the war commander, and in the future, you will also make another brother: I speculate that person is very likely to be Rogdorn or Foggrim to become the Terra Praetorian Guard.] 】

[Then why don't you give every genetic protogen, an official position?] 】

＋…… ＋

【……】

＋…… ＋

The air was quiet for a moment.

The irresistible face of the Lord of Humanity froze in a cold breath like a sculpture, his brain seemed to be racing rapidly, but his lips trembled and he could only spit out an instinctive question.

+ What do you say, Morgan? ＋

[I said: Why don't you appoint Horus as your commander?] To appoint each genoplasm? 】

Morgan spread his hands, one by one, and raised his fingers, counting the complex system that underpinned this simple conclusion.

[First of all, you must know that the primordials are destined to be full of resistance to the position of war commander, even if Horus is on top in the future, there will be many people who complain about it: not because they hate Horus, but because they hate the position of war commander itself, and your beloved Horus is only implicated by it. 】

[No way, who told you to set up a position like a war commander, and Horus will definitely do his best to fight for this position that is closest to you and symbolizes your recognition. 】

＋…… ＋

[Before that, only you can be above us, we accept your rule, because you are our founder, you are better than us in all aspects, so even those genetic protogens who do not have a good relationship with you will be willing to fight bloody because of your orders. 】

[But Horus does not have the special identity of the founder, second, he does not form an all-round crushing of us, and third, he is only one of us, and forcibly promoting him above our class will only make most of the primordial beings rebel. 】

You should know how ...... your beloved creatures are Childlike innocence, right? 】

＋…… ＋

[If, however, when you leave the front lines of the Great Expedition, you assign different duties to each of the primitives, making them both blood brothers and councillors sitting around the same round table: of course, most of them don't care about this power at all.] 】

[And in this case, if you give the commander to Horus, it won't seem so outstanding.] 】

[He is only the speaker of this council, your agent, the one with a higher position among the brothers, he is not completely above us, he is still one of us, but compared to the ordinary primordial, he has a noble status and excellent ability: and Horus is such a person, and everyone will not be suspicious of this change. 】

[Moreover, from a more secular point of view, since you have swept the Gene Protogens out of the original power structure [War Council], it is only natural that you will have to regain our corresponding position on the front line of the Great Expedition: at least on the surface, this is not a de-escalation. Rather, it was a normal job transfer. 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor narrowed his long, narrow pupils.

+ Is there any practical significance in doing so? ＋

Of course not. 】

Morgan laughed.

[Because you don't need to give each Genoplasm Prototype actual power at all, they won't use it anyway, you just need to give each Genoplasm a title that looks good: broad, gorgeous, and empty, and it doesn't sound like a war commander to open up the class level gap: this kind of appointment itself is just a face project.] 】

＋…… Purely ornamental? ＋

[The primordials need to be virtual: you can call it decoration.] 】

[They need this face, to feel that Horus, the commander, is still of the same class as them, they need this face, to accept the fact that they are gradually moving away from the power center of the empire, they need this face, to make sure that they are still in your heart, have enough status. 】

+ Sounds good, but doesn't this behavior really tear apart the empire? ＋

[You swept the genetic protogens out of the supreme authority, isn't this purge itself a kind of tearing? 】

[Moreover, I think you should be well aware that the loose kingdom of the Holy Roman Empire was also at one time close to true unity: in the Thirty Years' War, in the midst of the great civil war that swept through the Empire, when the Emperor's army swept away every prince who did not obey orders: the Emperor of Habsburg was the true Emperor of the HRE for a time before foreign powers entered. 】

[You don't lack such strength, nor do you lack such timing? 】

＋…… You+

＋…… ＋

+ Go on. ＋

(End of chapter)