"Do you know Murphy's Law, Morgan?"

[Of course, what's wrong?] 】

A deep voice from St. Giles made the Lord of Avalon turn his head.

At this time, both of these genetic prototypes fell far behind the line, and unexpectedly, Morgan did not stay by Johnson's side, and St. Giles did not walk with the wolf herder.

Although, on this impromptu trip to the Terra Palace, the children of the six emperors undoubtedly acted together, it was certainly impossible for these tall genetic protoplasms to line up and run rampant in their father's palace: so when it came time to actually move forward, they were still in groups of two and two, divided into small groups.

In this case, the combination of Morgan and St. Giles is not too harmonious, but it is not surprising: at the very least, the interaction between the Spider Queen and the archangel is definitely friendly compared to the wanton laughing Riemanrus and Conrad, who is forcibly held in his arms by Riemanrus.

"I didn't know about this law until ten or fifteen years ago: you should understand that our genetic fathers didn't put all the knowledge into our heads, and many times, we all need to learn, and Baal is not a good place to learn, and neither is the Great Expedition."

The genogen of the Ninth Legion pinched his fingers and put on a calculated stance, his tone a little melancholy, but Morgan didn't dare to show the slightest sympathy for St. Giles' frown: she knew very well that the Archangel was an opponent of her rank, not a rookie like Perturabo or Magnus.

[I only learned this knowledge by accident: after all, it is of no more use to us now, and what is the use of a question involving philosophy or psychology in war? 】

Morgan smiled and narrowed her eyes, knowing full well that the archangel was not trying to discuss this philosophical discovery tens of thousands of years ago with her, but that it was just a roundabout trick that St. Giles used to use before starting a new topic.

Their common genetic father gave the Baral archangel a perfect look and an irresistible temperament that surpassed even Morgan's mastery of a thousand faces, rivaled only by the emperor himself.

Because of this, Saint Giles has enough capital and confidence to play a different character in front of his brothers, and when he is the sentimental archangel with a certain literary temperament in front of Horus, he is much more realistic and complex in front of Morgan.

"Psychology will still play a big role in war, Morgan, long before humans can break through the solar system, they have already invested psychology in fighting and fighting each other: the law of Murphy that we are talking about now seems to be what happened at that time, do you remember its content?"

【…… Please wait, brother. 】

The Lord of Avalon's gaze began to shift to the other side: although she still couldn't figure out what kind of medicine St. Giles was selling in her heart, it didn't stop the Spider Queen from seizing the moment to do something else, something that would make her heart proud.

[Conrad, come here.] 】

Morgan beckoned, and a midnight ghost not far away took the opportunity to break away from the arms of his Fenris brothers and rubbed into Morgan and St. Giles's side.

Morgan stroked the strands of Riemanrus' ruffled hair.

[Haven't you been studying the historiography of St. Terra lately, and the corresponding literary and philosophical writings: Now, tell your St. Giles brothers, what is Murphy's Law?] 】

“……”

A hint of confusion flashed in Conrad's vicious pupils, but he quickly replied with kindness.

"Murphy's Law, I think it was an enlightening principle that was put forward in Terra twenty-eight millennia ago, and it is often stated that anything that goes wrong will eventually go wrong, that is, as long as there is a possibility of error, then it will happen."

Is that so, St. Giles? 】

Morgan looked at his brother, while the archangel narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"That's right, I stumbled upon this knowledge while talking to one of Terra's narrators, after all, it's so old that even the most knowledgeable historians today may not have heard of the name of this law."

"I have to say, I'm really impressed with your knowledge, Brother Conrad."

Whether it was deliberate flattery or sincere emotion, when St. Giles nodded towards the Midnight Ghost and showed a praising expression, a smile still appeared on Conrad's face.

And the smile of honor and honor also appeared on Morgan's face, like the proud smile of a mortal mother because her child has received the praise of her relatives.

So, what exactly do you want to say to me, Archangel? 】

After patting Conrad on the shoulder and motioning for him to play on his own, Morgan also lost patience to continue entangled with the archangel.

"Actually, it's nothing."

The folded wings behind St. Giles shook unnaturally, and the cold wind in the palace of Terra seemed to put his wings to some kind of test.

"You see, Morgan, as Murphy's Law says, anything that can go wrong will always go wrong, and that requires us to plan and prepare for this bad future in advance: after all, we can't expect luck to be on our side all the time."

[The darlings of the whole empire will also have this kind of worry? It was an eye-opener. 】

Morgan teased, and St. Giles just folded his hands helplessly.

"Before that, I did hide my worries, numb myself, and tell myself that my luck might not be that bad, but now that notion is being put to the test."

The corners of the archangel's mouth pursed, and he shook his head helplessly, and then motioned for his blood relatives to look at the front of the line.

"Look, Morgan, and see what's going on before us, Horus and Johnson are talking happily: even such a thing can now happen alive before our eyes, so what else is impossible?"

【……】

For a moment, Morgan was silent.

She looked in the direction of St. Giles, and indeed, at the very front of this Hexaplasma team, the lion king of Caliban and the wolf god of Xonia were literally hooking up in the same sense, more specifically, Horus was holding Johnson, and although Johnson was not very comfortable with this kind of intimate physical contact, he did not resist too seriously.

Because of the distance, and the constant wind inside the palace, Morgan couldn't hear what his two blood relatives were talking about, but the laughter that rang out from time to time showed that Horus and Johnson were indeed having a good time.

……

Compared to this scene, Morgan would not be more surprised if St. Giles now plucked all the feathers from his wings on the spot and turned into a bald angel.

[Well, although the connection between your argument and the argument is very far-fetched, what you say does have some truth, Archangel: even Horus and Johnson can drink and talk, then in this world, it is estimated that there is nothing impossible. 】

[I agree with you, so then, what do you want to talk about?] 】

"Then we can talk a little bit about things that are based on a common understanding."

The archangel leaned closer, his white wings brushing Morgan's back and forth, sharp feathers and loose strands of hair tangled in the cold air.

"Do you know anything that is based on a common goal and a perception?"

【……】

[Alliance? 】

"I prefer to call it: collaboration."

St. Giles laughed, his smile like a sharp blade, easily piercing the last bit of resistance in Morgan's heart, and the Spider Empress naturally remembered that cooperating with this Archangel of the Empire, no matter what level of cooperation, did not seem to be an unprofitable bad thing.

[Well, what do you want to work with?] 】

"Hmmm......"

Perhaps Morgan agreed too quickly, but St. Giles fell into a brief hesitation, his brow furrowed, he thought for a moment, and gave an answer.

"For the time being, I haven't quite figured out what we're going to work with. After all, today is the first day we have known each other, isn't it a surprise that we were able to finalize the general framework of cooperation. ”

"As for what happened next, considering the attitude of the Palm Seal towards you, and the matter of those commanders in the Emperor's mouth: maybe we won't lack opportunities to get along in the future, right?"

The archangel smiled kindly, obscuring the cautious thinking in his pupils.

【……】

Barr's words made Morgan's eyes narrow, and she saw a cautious and terrifying thread of thought on that perfect cheek with a smile: St. Giles may be a person who doesn't like to mess around, but that doesn't mean that he is an ignorant person, and this archangel knows many things, and he is even so sensitive that he is just too lazy to take care of it.

[Excellent intelligence, brother: this is not in keeping with your image of stability.] 】

"Only neutrality, which is feared by all, is true neutrality. Isn't it? ”

Baral's archangel tilted his head and looked at his brothers in the distance with a smile on his face.

[It makes sense.] 】

Morgan nodded.

[But I'm still curious: as you said, today is the first time we meet, so why are you so determined to cooperate with me? 】

“…… Do you want to hear why? ”

[Of course.] 】

“……”

St. Giles let out a low, meaningless laugh before letting the hot breath from his mouth go into Morgan's ears so that no one could hear him.

"Morgan, my sister."

"Although I did as you commanded, leaving only the wound on my hand, and not remembering any of the last time we spoke, I am quite sure that we must have communicated some secret, some secret about me, or of my legion."

【…… Maybe. 】

"That is to say, to me you are a man who holds my secrets: yes, I do not like trouble, but that does not mean that I will let my secrets roam the outside, and I certainly cannot be an enemy of one of my blood relatives because of such a thing."

"So, in this case, since I am afraid of the secret being revealed, and I cannot allow it to be completely erased, the only way is to become friends with the person who holds the secret."

"Whether it's true friendship or interest-based cooperation, when we stand together, I believe your wisdom will make you make the right choices, won't you?"

【……】

The archangel's words were a little tongue-twisting, and Morgan's face stiffened for a moment before she fully understood the meaning, and then, without the slightest hesitation, she looked at her angel brother with the most sincere smile and stretched out her hand.

[Of course, bro.] 】

Cheers to our friendship. 】

"I'd love to do so."

St. Giles also reached out and shook Morgan's hand.

"But it's a pity that we are now bare-handed, not to mention wine glasses, not even a glass of juice."

[In my psionic rift, I often have a set of tea sets stored. 】

"Juice in stock, too?"

[Not really. 】

【Yes...... It's not impossible. 】

When the Spider Empress gave this answer after a brief hesitation, Morgan was shocked to find that St. Giles's smile was brighter and more cheerful than before.

【……】

For a moment, the Lord of Avalon even wondered if St. Giles had chosen to come to her at this time, was he worried about that tacit secret to reach a cooperation, or was he simply here to eat something?

【……】

She suspected the latter.

——————

"So, what can you come up with?"

【……】

[Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing. 】

"With whom?"

【…… And guess what? 】

——————

＋…… ＋

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity's eyes narrowed, his face wandering in gloom and uncertainty.

At this point, at the top of the unknown tower of the Terra Palace, only the most noble ruler of the galaxy remains: the Emperor's most trusted Sealman has resigned, because there is a new mission for the helmsman of the Great Expedition to carry out.

Just now, the future plan that the Lord of Mankind squeezed from Morgan was thrown into Machado's mind through psionic means, and the Palm Seal needs to study these plans thoroughly in the next period of time, and then refer to the actual capabilities and limitations of the Imperial Government, take the essence and remove the dross, and summarize a set of practical and reliable methods.

Machado would then have to negotiate with Morgan again before he could get the final answer and present it to the Emperor.

At that point, the Lord of Humanity will take on the most difficult part of the project: to stamp the final project with the seal of the two-headed Aquila, which symbolizes himself, and to give him the power of the emperor to carry it out throughout the empire.

This is indeed the most important thing.

And before the Palm Sealer could hand in the final plan, the Emperor was able to squeeze out some time to take a long-lost rest, sit behind his stone table and meditate and reason, contemplating the plan that had evolved back and forth for thousands of years, calculating the inevitable losses and pitfalls, and conceiving countless future possibilities.

……

It would have been so.

But this time, things took a slight wave.

＋…… ＋

Just as the Lord of Humanity began to ponder whether to give more power to his children, his psionic probe, which had enveloped almost the entire solar system, sensed a provocation that was imminent.

It was a psionic rift, a psionic rift that opened directly in front of him.

Although it was not large, it could only reach out a hand, but the distance between this rift and the Lord of Humanity was close enough to make any Forbidden Army let out a sharp explosion.

And under the emperor's gaze, I saw that in this crack, a hand was slowly stretched out.

The Emperor recognized the owner of the hand at a glance: after all, its owner had been talking in front of him less than an hour before.

That's Morgan's hand.

＋…… ＋

The Emperor was silent.

Even the Immortal, who had lived for more than thirty thousand years, was now in a state of confusion that he had not seen for a long time, and just as he was frowning and pondering the meaning of his daughter's action, he noticed that the hand that belonged to Morgan began to grope around the stone table, and walked back and forth between the rough cups and the rougher tabletop.

The five fingers were put together, first like a hunting dog, looking for some traces of the air and the table, and then the four fingers were side by side, the thumbs leaning back, like a human in the emperor's trekking through the mountains and rivers, gradually approaching......

The Emperor's fruit bowl.

＋…… ＋

When the Lord of Mankind quietly watched the fruit bowl in his hand being dragged away by his daughter's hand, after thousands of years, an emotion called dismay, once again bloomed on the emperor's face.

I saw Morgan's two fingers hook the fruit bowl that seemed to be light, but in fact sank like a cannonball, and dragged away dozens of precious fruits on it.

The thumb on the other side does not forget to stand on the table, supporting the movement of the whole hand little by little, and the whole hand is like a hamster that stores its winter food before winter.

How industrious......

＋…… ＋

In the silence that no outsider could detect, the Lord of Mankind, with an indescribable state of mind, watched Morgan's hand slowly hook the fruit bowl, and just as the fruit bowl was delayed to the edge of the chasm, there was a small accident.

Perhaps it was the laxity and carelessness of the imminent victory, or perhaps the capture of gravity, a pomegranate placed at the top of the fruit bowl began to shake, and in the anxious capture of that hand, it escaped, gurgling back and forth on the stone table.

【……！ 】

Apparently, Morgan sensed that it was a pomegranate, and even though he was separated from the psionic gap, the Emperor could still sense his daughter's anxiety from the anxious back and forth search of that arm.

＋…… ＋

The human advocate opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he gave up on the impossible effort to reach Morgan's ears, so the emperor reached out his hand, grabbed the pomegranate, and placed it directly on Morgan's hand.

In the first second, the Spider Queen triumphantly touched the newfound delicacy, but in the next moment, Morgan realized something.

Then, her whole arm was like a giant python pierced by a bullet, wilted in an instant, pinched the pomegranate, slowly moved to the side of the fruit bowl, put it on, and then grabbed the fruit bowl, and disappeared into the psionic rift.

The psionic rift disappeared almost ten times faster than it appeared.

＋…… ＋

The Emperor sat there, looking in the direction in which the rift had finally vanished.

Then, he fell silent.

(End of chapter)