"Horus, my dear brother."

"What's going on here? Is there anything I can do to help? ”

……

Some serious voices sounded in the dust that had not yet dissipated, incomparably loud, but with a hint of the pure friendship between blood brothers: who would have thought that such a gentle, reliable, and normal opening sentence would have come from the mouth of the Caliban, if it had not been seen with his own eyes?

Even on the face of the Caliban, there was a hint of a smile.

Oh my God, Johnson's smile!

Anyway, Horus couldn't imagine it, and he was rightfully stunned for a moment.

And it was just this moment of astonishment that made Conrad, who the wolf shepherd had originally intended to greet him, seize the opportunity to dodge and sneak to Morgan's side: this faux pas immediately caused Midnight Ghost to get a slap from Morgan, only to hit him on the back of the head without pain.

On the contrary, Johnson, who was behind Conrad, strode forward, and in Horus's astonishment, he couldn't help but grasp the hand of the wolf herding god, and shook it twice solemnly and heavily: Johnson's originally serious face, after discovering that the courtyard was not as fierce as he imagined, quickly receded, and was replaced by a slight hook on the corner of his mouth.

“…… No, it's all good here, Johnson: it's just a little episode. ”

The wolf shepherd god stood in the ruins that he had no time to sweep, silent, there was still a trace of defeat in his throat, and his sore arms were also extremely weak at this time, and they were shaken by Johnson's handshake.

But even so, the emperor's favorite heir squeezed out a smile in the shortest possible time to greet his brother: although the current Calibans feel very strange to the wolf god, but whatever, since Johnson took the initiative to release kindness to him Horus, it was a good thing.

However, such a coping answer clearly did not satisfy the Caliban: Johnson simply narrowed his eyes, looked beyond the reluctant smile on Horus's face, looked around the courtyard again, and finally to the wolf herder, and this time, the lion king finally caught the few clues he wanted.

So he straightened up, stopped shaking hands with Horus, and then moved his arm, patting the wolf god's aching shoulder very solemnly, with an attitude that was closest to the word "sincerity" that he could show, and the sound was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"You don't seem to be in very good shape, my brother of the wolf shepherd: are you hurt? Who did this? Who would dare to let a genetic protogen be harmed in the palace? ”

"Tell me, what's going on?"

“……”

The bright and narrow pupils of the wolf herder narrowed slightly, and Horus's sensitive and thoughtful heart flashed countless thoughts in an instant, but in the end, based on the absolute belief in Johnson's character, the wolf shepherd god still had to admit that at this moment, his Caliban brother was indeed in the most sincere and sincere attitude, and these words to him slapped him in the sore spots.

“……”

This made Horus even more uncomfortable.

In the smile of the wolf herding god, there was an obvious trace of bitterness, but this trace of bitterness was naturally ignored by Johnson: the lion king never cared about these useless elements.

He just listened to Horus's answer.

"It doesn't matter, these are small things: it's just that just now, a little conflict broke out between me and the palm seal holder around an issue, and now that the conflict is over, it's not a big deal."

"Oh......"

Johnson nodded.

"So, you and the Sealbearer have made a mess of the inner court of the palace like this?"

“……”

Behind Johnson, the wolf king of Fenris snorted softly, and then closed his lips tightly, turning his head away and saying no more.

"It's not me saying it, Horus: your actions are not really steady."

Johnson shook his head and sighed with the attitude of a teacher or a passerby.

"The one who bears the seal is the Emperor's chosen governor, and he is the practitioner of the Emperor's will and orders: no matter what, you should not clash with him here, how can you let the blood of the Emperor's courtiers drip on the land of Terra?"

“……”

"Why didn't I see the Palm Print? His injuries aren't serious, are they? ”

“……”

Even the wolf shepherd god didn't know what kind of expression he should have on his [sincere] blood relative now.

At this moment, Horus even began to miss the lion who was cold and never close to others: why didn't he realize that Johnson's rigid face was so kind and lovely?

But even so, Horus maintained his demeanor, and he endured his arm, which was sore from Johnson's slapping, and glanced at Riemanrus beside him: he saw the Fenris standing behind Johnson's side, unable to see his face because he had not turned his head, but his shoulders were trying very hard to control the trembling arc.

The wolf herder smiled decently.

"The Palm Sealer is fine now, my brother: I was indeed impulsive in this matter, he has now left here to go about his own work, and unfortunately, although there is a deep communication between me and the Palm Sealer, there is not much consensus."

"It's not surprising."

Johnson nodded, convinced of Horus's words.

"It is not an easy task in itself to make friendships with these mortal nobles of Terra, and to make them obey your requests: perhaps next time you can consult my advice in this regard, I have made many friends on Terra."

“……”

I saw that Riemanlus's shoulders shook like an avalanche of Fenris.

But Horus had no time to pay attention to these trivial matters, and Johnson's gaze made his pupils not even dare to flash a different color, let alone look away from his own gaze, and the wolf shepherd could only focus on Johnson's face, the friendly aura, the friendly smile, and the ......

Kind words?

“……”

In his heart, the wolf shepherd god couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

"Oh my God......"

——————

[Is this really Johnson?] 】

[Was he subcontracted by someone? ] 】

While picking out the leaves hidden in Conrad's long black hair, and staring at the rather unusual brotherly meeting a few meters away, the Lord of Avalon only felt that his fingers and mind were going through a somewhat long torture.

"Well, I think you have a point."

Beside Morgan, the archangel retracted his wings and nodded quite solemnly, as one of the original audience members who also witnessed this strange meeting, although St. Giles was also quite frightened, but compared to Morgan, it was still much better.

After all, how could he not care much about the brother Johnson in the first place,

But this did not prevent the archangel from starting his analysis in a serious manner.

"I think: could it be that Horus and Johnson's souls have been swapped, and do you see that the words that come out of their mouths now are very similar to the words that can only be said by the other party?"

[Will Horus inadvertently poke the other brothers in the sore spots?] 】

"He doesn't do it unintentionally: usually, he does it intentionally."

【……】

[I suspect he learned it from you.] 】

"No, I've never been like that in his presence."

【……】

Morgan blinked, and felt that in her mind, the original glorious legendary image of St. Giles seemed to be broken a little: although there was not much left.

So, she nodded.

[Hmm...... You have a point. 】

Morgan grimaced, she had to admit that the archangel still had a bit of logic in his nonsense, after all, Horus and Johnson's conversation was like this: one asked awkward questions in a gentle tone, while the other answered his brother insincerely, in a serious and somewhat jerky tone.

That's what it was: only this time, the identity of the questioner and the answerer seemed to be a little different: it had to make Morgan and St. Giles seriously wonder if their two brothers had had their souls swapped.

“……”

Under Morgan's claws, the Midnight Ghost listened to the serious nonsense of his two blood relatives there, and couldn't help but shake off a disdainful roll of the eyes: then, his long, already somewhat chaotic hair, wrapped around Morgan's fingers because of this abrupt twist.

With a tug of teeth and a tug, Conrad got a second slap on the back of the head, which made the Midnight Ghost quiet for a while, and it wasn't until Morgan dressed him up barely enough to catch the eye that the Lord of Avalon grabbed both of his brother's shoulders and pushed him in front of the archangel.

[Come, Conrad, say hello to your brother: this is St. Giles, whom you must have heard of many times, one of the most powerful and sacred sons of our genetic father.] 】

"I know, of course I do."

From the throat of the Midnight Wraith, a strange hum was exhaled, and then Conrad straightened his waist and made a rather respectful courtier salute to St. Giles: just as the Archangel's smile was a little stiff because of this strange behavior, the Midnight Wraith grinned, and his tongue was unabashedly teasing.

"Salute you, Your Majesty St. Giles."

"Uh......"

The archangel blinked, and then he looked at Morgan behind Conrad, ignoring as much anger as he could in those turquoise pupils.

"I should say...... Excuse me? ”

【……】

[You let this kid kneel down: I don't care. 】

Morgan's eyebrows were downcast, a few times angry at Conrad's ramblings, but before she could let her fingers kiss the back of Midnight's Ghost for the third time, the Nostramo man stepped forward and grinned in front of St. Giles, arms outstretched.

"A gift from Nostramo."

Conrad blinked and looked at his brother with a smile, while the archangel raised an eyebrow and smiled similarly and hugged his brother slightly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Conrad, but unfortunately I didn't expect that we would meet here, so this time, I didn't bring my gift: the next time you come to visit the [Blood Tears], I will definitely make up for this regret."

"Don't bother, brother."

Conrad's dark and cruel pupils narrowed, and he roamed the white wings of the archangel, and the stubbornness and ill-will in his long narrow eyes made St. Giles instinctively retract his wings.

"My dear angel brother: How about giving me a feather of yours? Just one. ”

"Hmm...... Probably not so much lately. ”

"Because moulting season has passed?"

“…… That's not the reason......"

"If I pluck one, will you feel pain, St. Giles?"

“……”

"I have heard them say that the archangel of Barr is the most valiant of imperial heirs: I suppose you must not be afraid of this pain, will you, my valiant brother St. Giles?"

#来自午夜幽魂的, tentative paws #

“……”

The archangel's smile stiffened: before he could adjust a proper answer in time, fortunately, the Lord of Avalon, who could not bear it anymore, had already stepped forward and dragged her disgraced brother back, not forgetting to nod his head to St. Giles in apology.

Barr's archangel only felt that Morgan's image in his eyes had never been so beautiful as it was now: although those blue pupils were full of anger, but he didn't care about it, this anger was not directed at him anyway.

But......

Looking at the midnight ghost who was obediently dragged away by Morgan, and did not forget to wave his hand exaggeratedly at him as a farewell gesture, Barr's archangel snorted lightly and shook his head, with a slight feeling of relief in his heart.

It seems that his brother Conrad was raised by Morgan...... Not bad?

……

Of course it's good.

Although the joke made by the Nostramo brother is still a bit out of bounds, being able to joke itself shows that his mentality is probably healthy: at least the rumored bloodthirsty [Midnight Ghost] seems to be an absolute rumor.

Thinking about it this way, the vague vision he saw in his prophetic visions should have been too much for him.

The archangel smiled, turning his attention back to Horus and Johnson, only this time, his brow furrowed deeper than before.

After all......

Well......

He was a little hungry.

——————

[So, do you want to have a meal? 】

Dragging Conrad aside, the Lord of Avalon took a deep breath and looked at his brother with a smile: but the Midnight Ghost could clearly catch a glimpse of the cyan veins on Morgan's forehead that had wrinkled with rage, squeezing out the winding valleys.

“……”

Conrad rarely saw these valleys: the last time he saw them, Morgan seemed to have pulled his lungs out of his nose.

What an impressive memory.

Alas, he didn't want to go through it again.

So, Midnight Ghost spread out his two palms and performed a French military salute.

"Take it easy, Morgan, I'm just on good terms with our St. Giles brothers."

[Do you call this a good relationship? 】

"Well, you won't understand what happens between prophets."

【……】

The corners of Morgan's mouth were already clouded, because Conrad had been forced to the seat beside her, so the current lord of Avalon was taller than her brother: so Morgan bent down, one hand behind his back, and the other clawed, and went around Conrad's neck, choking the back of his slender neck in his long black hair.

The Spider Queen's angry trill, enough to scare any Dawnbreaker into insomnia, was more terrifying to Conrad's ears than a hundred Extermination Orders signed by Johnson himself.

[Then say something I understand, boy, or when I get home, see how I clean you up.] 】

[Besides, I'm going to put the ugly thing in front of me: you kid will stay on my warship for a few months before he gets back to your bunches of cubs, don't think that when I get home, I won't have time to clean you up.] 】

“……”

Conrad's eyes drifted to the other side.

"It's just a ...... Well...... What am I going to say? ”

"You should know that the St. Giles brothers, like me, are prophets, right: although we prophesy to different degrees, we can see the same things and know what role each other will play in the future."

"So, St. Giles must have a congenital dislike for me, because in his eyes, I must still be the wretched creature who will fall into endless madness and depravity in the future, a guy who makes people gnash their teeth."

[You're pretty crazy right now: it's kind of gnashing your teeth.] 】

"It's not that you taught it well."

Midnight Ghost muttered quietly.

"Then on this basis, I naturally have to tell our brother St. Giles in a more effective way that I am no longer the Conrad he predicted: as for why it is this way, because in the original future, I liked to mess around with that archangel."

[Nonsense? How to mess around? Like now, fold his feathers? 】

"No, it's his cub."

【……】

[So in the future, you were killed by St. Giles?] 】

"Ah, killed?"

Conrad screamed.

"What he did to me was much more serious than the death penalty."

【You ......】

Morgan blinked.

[Forget it, I don't care what happens to you in the future by St. Giles: it's okay to die, save me to worry about it all day.] 】

As he spoke, the Lord of Avalon turned his head and glanced at Johnson and Horus, who were still chatting awkwardly, as well as the Fenris, who were just smiling beside him, and St. Giles, who was more serious than the Fenris.

Her brothers are really unreliable.

As for Conrad......

Morgan's brow moved.

Although she didn't dare to say how well she taught this bastard boy, his future shouldn't be like that...... It's funny.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon sighed, compared to the illusory future in Conrad's mouth, she was still worried about the current Johnson: he was much more dangerous than Conrad.

[Then tell me, what did you say to Johnson?] How did he become like this? 】

"It's none of my business."

Midnight Geist smiled.

"After all, now Johnson, you should know better than me."

"Triumph of victory, imperial reward, harmony between father and son, honor and so on, it is just a great triumph ceremony attended by all the members: such treatment, put on any of our brothers, their tails should have been cocked, but Johnson has little experience in this area, so it does not seem so ...... Take it in stride. ”

"In short, our Johnson is now very happy and happy to talk to his brother."

【…… Johnson is happy? 】

"Yes."

[Johnson wants to find someone to talk to? 】

"Uh-huh."

【…… Oh, my God. 】

[That's not good.] 】

Morgan frowned in pain and felt a few stomach aches, while her dear brother did not forget to fan the flames.

"After all, Morgan, this is actually your problem: you must know that since Johnson's return, the Dark Angel Legion has not received any serious honor, and now, when our Father of Genes strikes, it is the highest reward of this kind."

"Johnson's mood is actually a bit like that of the nouveau riche who has hit the big luck: except that the nouveau riche is particularly emotional when he squanders his money, and our lovely Caliban brother becomes generous when he spills his smile and kindness."

【…… What does this have to do with me? 】

"Didn't you instruct my father?"

【……】

The Spider Queen laughed angrily.

[Why is it that since we arrived at Holy Terra, it seems that many things have become my orders: let me carry the black pot for things you don't understand?] In the past, it wasn't like that. 】

"Uh......"

Faced with this question, Midnight Ghost thought about it very seriously, and then gave its own answer seriously.

"I think it's for a simple reason: it's because Divine Terra is so far away from Maculag."

【…… So? 】

"So Killyman is not in the service area: you can only afford the necessary black pot service at your own expense."

【……】

There was a moment. Morgan even seriously pondered the possibility that her genetic father had deliberately scattered their twenty genetic prototypes into space in order to escape the responsibility of raising these twenty bastards alone.

……

Morgan thought it was likely.

【…… Listen, you boy, put away your little fancy, and we'll talk about it when we get home: Now, I'm going to take you to interrupt Horus and Johnson's conversation, and introduce you to Horus by the way, and this time, if you dare to embarrass me again, watch me go home and break your legs. 】

"Oh, of course, Mother."

Conrad laughed, one hand against his forehead, and then spun twice in the air, drawing a very pompous Daybreaker-style military salute.

【……】

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

【You kid......】

——————

"It was an eye-opener."

After noticing that his snot bubbles seemed to be about to laugh, the pitiful sense of responsibility in Fenris's heart finally prevailed, and he swallowed the last few smiles into his stomach, then patted his armor with his hand, spread his arms, and came to the side of Johnson and Horus, and took his two brothers into his arms at the same time.

"Why didn't I know that the relationship between the two of you was so good?"

Riemanrus looked at Horus and then at Johnson, and he grinned, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth.

"Friendship can be built in a moment, Riemann, not to mention, Johnson and I are brothers, just as you and I are brothers, we have the same blood from our father, we are two stars corresponding to each other in the galaxy."

"It's not surprising that the relationship is good, but there is a reason for the bad relationship."

The wolf god responded to the brother who shared the name of [wolf] with his just right gentle smile, while the Caliban lion on the other side frowned in displeasure and refuted Riemanrus's jokes very seriously.

"I remember telling you a long time ago, Riemann: I have always been very popular in the genetic primitive, how can you forget this sentence of mine, Riemann, you are so forgetful, brother, you must pay attention to this issue."

“……”

At this moment, the silence jumped over the halls of Horus and Riemanrus one after the other, like a flock of running pronghorns.

In the end, it was Horus who laughed first and helped Riemanrus, who had originally wanted to help him out of the siege: now, Johnson is the siege of the two of them.

"Forgive Riemann, John: after all, not everyone is like you, who can remember every detail of life, and for our brother Fenris, he doesn't care about everyone's popularity, he is loyal and fiery to every brother, just as a wolf is loyal to his own people."

"Regardless of popularity, Riemann will treat every brother sincerely: after all, the wild wolf is a creature, except for the head wolf who everyone believes, the rest of the class is nothing more than biting and fighting to determine status."

As he spoke, Horus blinked, and did not forget to add a sentence, turning the simple joke about Riemanrus into fighting side by side with Riemanrus.

"So with the wild wolf, so is the wolf god."

After a little joke, Horus did not forget to knock on the breastplate of Riemanrus, and the wolf king of Fenris faced his Caliban brother, smiling and screaming, the sound was like a real wolf howl, which made Johnson's face smile as well.

"Like a real wolf, Riemann."

"No, it's a compulsory course in my life."

The Lion King nodded.

"Yes, Riemann is like a real wolf, and you never need to worry about his loyalty and bravery in battle, and this title is fitting for him: but you, my brother Horus, have always wondered what your wolf god means?"

“…… I had the same confusion as you, brother. ”

In the face of Johnson's words, which can even be considered provocative, Horus only raised his eyebrows slightly, then spread his hands and replied to the lion in a friendly manner.

"Until later, I didn't actually solve this puzzle, but I also figured it out: a name or title is just a sign, just like our genetic father, who will also call me his [Sagittarius], it doesn't matter what our name is, the important thing is that our title represents what others expect from us, and we can't live up to these real treasures in the universe."

"Yes, just as my father wanted me to be his hound, he expressed his wish from the beginning: but there are no hounds on Fenris, so I can only be a wolf."

As soon as Horus's words landed, Riemannus added just right, and did not forget to bare his teeth at his two brothers: just like that, a relaxed laugh rang out again among the three genetic primitives.

At least from the current point of view, all the confusion has been answered, and the situation in the original body has been temporarily stabilized: so, a few people who have no fun to watch for the time being, have also come together at this time.

Barr's archangel arrived first, and he was not too familiar with Johnson and Riemanrus, so after responding to the embrace of the wolf king of Fenris and nodding to each other with the lion king, he stood on the side of Horus and quietly blended into it.

Morgan, on the other hand, was holding Conrad in his arms, and when the two of them arrived, the wolf shepherd took a step forward and greeted them with a smile on his face like the protagonists of the four genetic primitives.

"Oh, my dear brother Conrad, you really bother me a little: for a moment I thought I had done something wrong, and caused your displeasure."

Horus's words sounded like accountability, but there was no element of anger in the smiling face, and after the Midnight Wraith opened its arms and gave Horus a full hug, even the little anger in the words of the wolf shepherd god was consumed.

Even so, Riemanrus, who was standing at the edge of the line, spoke up in time, and filled in a sentence for Conrad with ridiculous words.

"After all, our Conrad is very scared, Horus: you are too bright for him, and if I were him, I would have avoided it first."

"Me?"

Horus turned his head, glancing first at his three brothers, then at Morgan, his outstretched hands as if asking the crowd, with an expression of hurt in his heart.

"I do take care of myself a lot, but when it comes to bright words......"

The wolf god's outstretched palm pointed to St. Giles next to him.

"Shouldn't it be our holy angelic brothers?"

"I am indeed brighter than you, dear Horus."

The archangel smiled softly, and then shook his head, and the bright blonde hair shimmered in the sun, warming everyone's eyes.

"But you see: my brightness is like the sea illuminated by the sun, and I feel comfortable from the heart, and as for you, my great brother of the wolf shepherd."

St. Giles winked teasingly.

"Your brightness is so smooth."

“……”

Horus grinned, touched his smooth skull, and glanced around: five of the six primordials present were long-haired, and in this comparison, he was indeed the [smoother].

So, the next moment, the wolf god shook his head helplessly, laughed, and blended into the laughter of the brothers.

In the midst of this laughter, Horus stretched out his arm and took Conrad in his arms: since the Lord of Avalon was on the other side, the Midnight Wraith did not dare to make any more movements, and he endured the vibration of Horus as he slapped his shoulder, and listened to his brother of the wolf shepherd god greet him.

"I know it's a little late, Conrad, but I welcome you to the Empire, to our family, to the great expedition, and I look forward to fighting alongside you in the future, my brother."

"Prior to this, I had the privilege of conducting joint operations with your Eighth Legion, and I was impressed by their tenacity and determination in battle: there is no doubt that the Eighth Legion is already an excellent legion, and I have no doubt that they will be able to contribute more to the Great Expedition under your command."

"For the sake of our father's glory, each and every one of us is important."

"Only if we are united will we be able to accomplish the great goals of the Emperor, and as long as we are united, there will be no rival in the galaxy who can stand in our way."

In the end, the wolf-shepherd's tone was not so much welcoming a new brother as an impromptu speech to all the brothers present, with one arm around Conrad while the other palm was spread out and clenched into a fist in impassioned exuberance, a loud voice echoing through the ruins.

And this completely correct words were irrefutable to anyone present, so Morgan on the side took the lead in nodding his head, and after applauding, all the genetic protogens joined in one after another, and their smiles were all deeply imprinted in Horus's eyes.

At this moment, a great pride slowly crossed the heart of the wolf herder, and it was sweeter to him than a hundred victories among the stars: what could be more precious and cherished than this great and deep brotherhood?

Horus even temporarily forgot about his defeat in front of the Palm Sealer.

What if the Emperor's close vassals possessed great psionic powers and the favor of their genetic fathers: look at the present, these genetic protogens are the father's heirs, and when they unite, no one in the galaxy can shake them.

And Horus is very sure that he has to take on the great mission of uniting the original body, because this is the task given to him by the emperor in the first place, in order to complete this task, in order not to disappoint his genetic father, even if it is a strange brother like this who is a little withdrawn, the wolf shepherd god is willing to do his best to build a good relationship with him.

Not to mention the savage but thorough Riemann Ruth, and the strange but innocuous Conrad, who is just a newcomer, and his most unique blood relative, his only sister, Morgan, who undoubtedly represents the loving side of the emperor in the genoplasm.

The Lord of Avalon's doting on his sons and his benevolent rule over the mortals of his realm are both well-known in the Empire, and there have even been countless people who have wondered if it was the right decision to throw this overly merciful primordial into the Great Expedition.

But at the very least, judging from the current Far Eastern frontier, Morgan is doing a good job.

Horus looked at his sister with admiration.

The Wolf Shepherd's face was embedded with that grin, and his words were sincere that even the Midnight Spirit could not deny, and after saying these words, he patted Conrad on the shoulder as a gesture of intimacy, and then let go: after all, Morgan was beside him, in Horus's subconscious. He didn't want to behave too aggressively in front of Conrad's teacher.

Although he felt that his gentle, gentle and helpful blood relative, he would not care about such a thing, but respect for this beauty itself was mutual, and if he wanted Morgan to respect him, he should respect Morgan all the time.

The wolf shepherd god firmly believes this.

And whether it was the kind and satisfying smile that Morgan couldn't suppress when he looked at Conrad, or the curiosity and a strange smile in Conrad's pupils when he faced his wolf god, Horus was convinced that he was doing the right thing.

Well......

Although the way his Conrad brother looked at him and the smiles on his lips made the wolf god feel a little uneasy.

But......

"It's a real fun, isn't it?"

Riemannus, who was standing aside, pushed Johnson's arm with his shoulder and elbow, a little embarrassed.

"The progress of our Nostramo boy is really obvious to all: I remember when I first met him, he was a little bad little guy who was not bad, but inevitably a little bad, and look at the brothers who don't know Kant yet, how lucky they are to know a Nostramo gentleman."

“……”

"Let's hope he's changed."

Johnson raised his head and responded rather reservedly, and then he subconsciously stroked his neck, as if thinking of some not-so-wonderful memories with Conrad.

And all this was seen by Riemanrus, which made the wolf king smile evilly.

"Don't worry, Conrad won't be pinching your neck anymore."

"That's not what I meant, Riemann......"

"Because, I've taught that kid how to use a knife, Johnson."

“……”

The Caliban's eyes narrowed.

"You did it on purpose? Riemannian? ”

——————

+ Of course not, I just improvised it, but it worked out better than I had imagined. ＋

On top of the tower, which no one noticed, the Lord of Humanity's fingers slowly eased over the stone table in front of him, and his vision was firmly drawn to the window embedded in the stone wall.

Through this window, you can see how the children of the six emperors walked out of the ruins with laughter and disappeared around the corner of the palace.

The Emperor watched in silence.

No one could see a fleeting smile on the joyless face of the Lord of Mankind, except for the equally silent Palm Sealer: it was like a meteor in a dull summer night, disappearing so quickly, but it could shine in memory to the end of time.

+ You see, when my children meet, they don't just compete and quarrel, do they? They can get along like mortal brothers, just as I had expected of them in the first place. ＋

The Emperor smiled at his only friend, and the Palm Sealer, though stunned for a moment at the face of the irresistible smile, tapped his still-aching spine in the next moment, and replied to his lord angrily.

"Then is it also in your expectation that your favorite child will embarrass his uncle?"

＋…… ＋

+ Don't be so stingy, my friend, you are the one who has the upper hand. ＋

Machado glanced at the emperor.

"I've never heard of the ridiculous story that in any competitive game, the winner is more injured than the loser: it takes less than a minute to suppress your son. I will probably spend the next week in bone pain. ”

"You've created a bunch of monsters: of course I'm involved."

+ They are indeed monsters, but they are monsters that belong to me, and I will not leave them hopeless. ＋

It wasn't until the six genetic primordials had completely disappeared from his field of vision that the Emperor shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

+ And, although there are many things about Horus that cannot be known, my other sons are also very polite to you: St. Gillis or Riemannus, for example, and Morgan, aren't they? ＋

"I can't deny that."

Machado thumped his spine.

"Riemanrus is a good boy, and St. Giles is not bad in nature, as for Morgan. There is indeed a more stubborn side in her temperament. But she's also a figure to rely on, at the very least, she's much smarter than her brothers. ”

+ yes, so I chose her as the commander's lieutenant and your partner in the later stages of the Great Expedition, after all, it seems that there is no possibility of a happy cooperation between you and Horus now. ＋

"Thanks to you."

The palm printmaker poured himself a glass of water.

"Still, I have another idea, Apocalypse."

+ Speak, my friend. ＋

"Why don't you let Morgan take charge of the Great Expedition after you're gone?"

"It's not the commander, but to give her a position with real power to actually be responsible."

＋…… ＋

+ Do you want to hear the truth? ＋

"Of course."

＋…… ＋

+ The truth is ...... ＋

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+ She is capable: her job shouldn't be so easy. ＋

If there is a typo, you can point it out, generally speaking, I have corrected it, but the starting point is delayed and not displayed.

Also, at the end of the month, let's ask for a monthly pass here.

I just found out that the month-end pass at the starting point has doubled......

(End of chapter)