"So, you really did that?"

"There were six people present, but Riemanrus was the host?"

[No way, after all, some people can't do it, and some people don't want to. 】

"But others are willing: You didn't think about Johnson as the host?"

【……】

[Johnson is not fit to be a host: If this is a deliberate murder against the atmosphere and our mentality, then that guy is a good fit to be the mastermind. 】

With that, the Lord of Avalon laughed softly, and saw Morgan sitting in a chair, his legs crossed, one hand on his thigh, and the other palm spread upward, holding a pomegranate, playing with it for a while.

[Originally, it was just a combination of each with its own ghosts, just look at the six of us who were here at the time, the one who took the seal: Conrad, who theoretically knew everything. The absent-minded St. Giles and I, Horus, who likes to think of everything as complicated, Riemanrus who likes to think of everything as simple, and Johnson, who is savage on the outside but equally savage on the inside. 】

[Seriously, if it weren't for Riemanrus's constant dedication there, and Horus, St. Giles, and I would have been accompaniment from time to time, this conversation would not have been able to go on at all.] 】

Speaking of this, the Lord of Avalon even smiled bitterly.

[Maybe this is bad fate, it is obviously extremely rare, the grand occasion of the six primordials getting together, but it is the six of us, which makes this conversation seem anticlimactic, and even the whole process is full of unimaginable embarrassment. 】

"There's no need to be so sad."

Sitting opposite Morgan, Machado was calm, peeling the apple in his hand, and in his hand was a knife with a very ornate pattern, and Morgan felt the danger from the knife.

"Even if it's not the six of you, even if you are replaced by the six most talkative of the primordials, the situation will not change in any way: by the way, in my experience, three of the six primordials, that is, you, St. Giles and Horus, are already the most talkative of the primordials."

"That's what happened: every meeting with multiple primordials that can be traced is always accompanied by contradictions and frictions, and almost never of them is harmonious, even in the presence of the emperor."

"You know, this is a group of preschool kids playing in a garden, and even if you've put in extra toys, even those big playgrounds, they're going to quarrel because of all sorts of puzzling and childish reasons: but in their minds, it's the right duel for their own honor and dignity."

[Do you think they are like children?] 】

"Aren't they?"

[But these children now have thousands of armies in their hands, and they are expanding the territory of the entire human empire all the time: if the emperor and you consciously give these powers to a dozen children, then you are the more ridiculous one, right?] 】

Morgan gave up her pomegranate and let it roll around on the table, only to see the Spider Queen's fingers crossed, her eyes narrowed, and her tone looked at the Palm Prints with a hint of danger in her tone.

Makado, on the other hand, was not angry, glaring back at the genotype.

"Do you think I've never thought about this question you're talking about?"

The Palm Printer snorted lightly.

"I've warned him many times."

"From the very beginning, I warned him that I had warned him when things were still in Divine Terra, when the Great Expedition had not yet begun, when he was still in that laboratory at the foot of the Himalayas, thinking about what shape each and every one of you would shape."

The Palm Printmaker straightened his waist, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the impact these words would have on himself if they flowed into Morgan's ears, so his voice was sonorous.

"I told him, I told him that it would be no worse if you erased the individuality and emotions of each of you, and made you into mere machines, machines for conquest and victory, even like Johnson, even like the man who can't be named."

"After all, your innate mission as genetic protogens is pure conquest, annihilation, and victory, and in many cases, your personal emotions are only an obstacle to you: because you tend to bring out the most negative ones, and even multiply them."

"But he didn't agree with that."

At this, Makado shook his head helplessly, and even the way he peeled the apple was a little wrong, and the peel that was almost hanging to the ground broke like this, forming a small circle at his feet.

[Why?] 】

Morgan tilted her head, she was really not angry: for the Lord of Avalon, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, there were not many things that could make her feel angry from the bottom of her heart now.

Even though she knew that she had been almost made into an emotionless weapon of war, the Dawnbreaker simply nodded: she was not surprised, but if Machado had shown warmth to her, she would have been suspicious.

"Why?"

The Palm Printer lifted his eyelids and glanced at the primordial body that reassured him a second time.

"If I knew why, I wouldn't be here complaining to you."

"I've been working with him for centuries, but many times I can't understand what the emperor is thinking: sometimes his mind is too complex, and other times it's too simple to understand."

"For example, when he was faced with my suggestion, he only thought about it for the shortest moment, and then told me a sentence in an extremely serious manner."

Machado sighed and shook his head, recalling the ancient past.

"He told me that since you are his creatures and his heirs, then he is your Creator and your Father, and since he is a Father, it is impossible for him to make his own children into bloodless and tearless monsters: just as when you see your Dawnbreaker, do you want to make them into consumables for consumption?"

【……】

Morgan didn't reply.

Her fingers spread out, fiddling with the tumbling pomegranate on the table, and fell into a suspicious silence: then, she coughed heavily, soothing her embarrassment with a questioning shot at Machado.

[Sounds like you're exculpating my father, Palm Seal.] 】

"I didn't bother to excuse him."

Machado snorted heavily.

"After all, compared to those blood brothers of yours, there are simply too many things you know, and there are too many things you have seen, I don't need to hide anything for the emperor in front of you, and I can't hide him: but there are some things that I still have to tell you clearly."

The skin of the fruit was peeled, and Machado took the knife, made two strokes in the air, and then inserted a small piece into his mouth, and as he chewed, he looked directly into Morgan's blue-blue eyes: his tone sounded heavy, perhaps because of chewing.

"You can think of the Emperor as an incomparably bad father, because he is an incomparably bad father, or you can think of him as an irresponsible father, a brutal father, a hateful father who created you and didn't care about it, of course you can think so."

"You are his heirs, and you have been ignored and hurt by his mistakes, and your hatred is righteous and cannot be refuted by anyone, and the emperor's mistakes in this regard cannot be concealed in any way."

The palm seal slowly spat out these words, causing Morgan to raise her brow in surprise: she had never imagined that this loyal servant of the emperor would be so critical of the king to whom he was loyal in front of outsiders.

It seems that the relationship between Macado and the emperor is more interesting than she imagined.

Morgan nodded.

But before she could answer, Macado on the other end of the table changed his mind.

"But!"

There was an unstoppable light in those pair of old pupils that were more than six thousand years old, and even the powerful Spider Empress, when facing this ancient light, subconsciously straightened her waist, her face was deferential, and she listened to every word in her heart.

"However, I hope you will remember my next words."

Machado spoke in a heavy tone.

"The Emperor is indeed a rough, bad, irresponsible father, and even with the urgency of the Great Expedition that follows, you will see more and more of his imperfect side in dealing with you: he may do something jaw-dropping to you, or simply throw these things at you."

"But I still want you to know."

"Even so, the Emperor is still your father, and he has always treated you as his heirs, and is trying to love you as much as he can: his mistakes, his indifference and neglect, are not that he does not want to do them, and that he cannot do them."

"He's not omnipotent."

"Although, we all wish he was."

This sentence is more like a sigh.

"However, he is indeed not an omnipotent figure, he can't do many things, he can't even be a father: put away the false illusions about the emperor in your hearts, and stop blindly relying on him."

The Palm Printer licked his lips, which were a little dry, but not like thirsty.

"If you can, I would like you to change your mindset, for example, to understand him, to think in his place, and if possible, to understand him."

"Although, in his character, he will never accept such understanding, and he will always regard the more strenuous work as more important than the loyalty it shows: he is such a bastard, and there is nothing he can do."

In the end, rather than a warning or admonition to Morgan, the Palm Sealer was sighing to himself, ending his words with a long sigh, and then placing the biteful apple on the table and letting it roll aside.

The sound of the fruit tumbling became the only sound in the dull breath.

And what broke the voice was a chuckle from Morgan.

[I never thought you were a man who could say these words, Palm Seal: Only now can I understand why Riemanlus has such respect for you that I have to look at you with such admiration. 】

Morgan smiled silently, and she used it to hide the real thoughts and thoughts in her pupils, so that the palm printer could not perceive the effect of his words.

[Why didn't I see it in the last conversation?] 】

"Because you and your brothers are just a good guy."

Makado snorted disdainfully.

"You are all genetic prototypes, the heirs of the emperor, and the people with eyes above the top, you are essentially the same, you are all the golden spoon disciples who put their boots on the top of mortals' heads: it's just that primitive beings like you are still willing to disguise themselves, and some of your brothers are not even willing to disguise."

The palm seal holder waved his hand and criticized it unceremoniously.

He was too lazy to be false in front of a man like Morgan, after all, in a sense, this precious daughter of the Lord of Mankind knew more than he did.

After all, Morgan was born with the truth of subspace, not to mention that she also maintains such a good and intimate relationship with a Conrad who can see the future at any time: in the presence of such a character, frankness is relatively more agreeable and makes the conversation smoother.

However, Morgan still disapproves of some of the words that come out of Machado's mouth.

[Then you have wronged me. 】

The Spider Empress smiled as she grabbed her pomegranate, slowly peeled off the garment, took the fruits one by one, threw them into her mouth, chewed the flesh with the core, and tumbled the sweet juice with her tongue: it made her words seem a little indistinct.

[With the status, power and network of the Seals, I think you should know the truth about the Far Eastern Frontier very well: it is certainly not as good as the propaganda department promotes, but under my rule, the standard of living of mortals is also one of the best in the entire Great Expedition, and it may not be as good as the Holy Terra that gathers the essence of the whole galaxy under our feet, nor as good as the profound five hundred worlds under Killiman's rule, but compared to other places, I am not afraid at all. 】

[A character with a real eye above the top will not create such a paradise for mortals. 】

Morgan smiled, clutching her fruit.

Machado smiled as well, but let the fruit slip away.

"The man who truly creates heaven does not see himself as one of the same kind as mortals."

"This attitude of yours just shows that you are more arrogant than your brothers, but your arrogance is not quite the same as the arrogance understood by the outside world, and your arrogance is so deep that you don't even realize it: it exists."

"And thriving."

【……】

Morgan's smile was a little stiff, and in her pupils, there was a dangerous color.

This is not a danger to scare people in the presence of Conrad, but a real danger to kill people on the battlefield: when Morgan narrowed her eyes and looked at the palm print in front of her, she had already begun to think casually about how to tear the old man to pieces.

Perhaps there is a price to pay.

But she's sure she can do it.

Even though the Palm Seal Holder was able to suppress Horus, who was also a genetic prototype, Morgan, as a bystander, knew very well that it was the power that Machado gave him as the top psyker of the galaxy: when facing Morgan, who was also a top psionic person, or even a genetic prototype, the so-called Palm Seal was just a slightly more difficult old man to deal with.

Is he more resistant than an entire heretical Titan legion?

"You don't have to look here."

Machado was very calm.

"If it's really a life-and-death duel, I'm probably not your opponent, but I can just make you pay a hundred million points before I die: with your ability, except for the emperor and St. Giles, there are very few people who can pose a real threat to you."

【…… Even Magnus? 】

“…… Right. ”

"Even Magnus."

The Palm Printmaker closed his eyes.

"If it were just a contest of exploration of subspace and subtle psionic skills, the Prospero would indeed win the race, but if you were to be placed on the same land that could not be defended, and without any external intervention, you would be hostile to each other and fight for your life, then the Emperor had already told me the answer: Magnus would fall and die, and you would be the one to leave alive."

He opened his eyes again.

"How? Does this kind of compliment satisfy you? ”

[No, Palm Print: Who will be honored for being in the same room?] 】

The Lord of Avalon objected lightly, but on Morgan's face, there was already a faint smile, which made Machado look at it, and couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed in vain.

As he said: Morgan is still a genetic prototype after all, so he naturally can't get rid of the common problems of these imperial heirs, such as the innate superiority, or this kind of desire to win that is buried deep in the heart and can never get rid of.

And this desire to win is often the root cause of the sparks splashing between the genetic primitives.

This is Morgan and no exception.

But even so, the Spider Queen was far better than most of her brothers: Morgan was the best person to discuss serious issues with Machado compared to the naïve Killiman, the scheming Horus, or the naïve others.

Although the Bearer himself trusted Riemannrus a little more, the wolf king of Fenris had always refused to engage in these thoughtful and political issues: as if doing so would allow him to delude himself away from the vortex of the center of the Empire.

Thinking of this, even the person who held the palm seal could only shake his head and sigh secretly: originally, the plan he and the emperor set up was not seamless, full of a large number of links that could only be pinned on fate and temporary operations, not to mention the countless changes that had been encountered later.

And the Gene Prototype Gate was caught up in the subspace storm, which was the most serious of these changes, which directly led to these creations that were not very reliable in the first place, completely out of their grasp: what kind of things they would go through, and what kind of people they would become, was no longer up to the emperor and the palm sealer to decide.

The only thing to be thankful for is that despite being left behind in various parts of the galaxy, the innate strength and character of the genetic prototypes still allow them to grow up generally healthy: so far, there has not been any original body that can be called an absolute [waste], and occasionally, there will even be surprises.

For example, this Morgan in front of you.

A genoplasm that can sit in front of the Palm Printman and talk to him about the hidden secrets of the Empire's administrative planning: perhaps in the original plan, the Emperor did design such a primordial object, but this person would definitely not be Morgan.

It's just that the world is unpredictable.

The Palm Printmaker smiled wryly, grabbed the apple he had peeled off, and with a gentle grip, the fruit was evenly divided into several petals and lined up in front of Morgan.

The Lord of Avalon frowned, and it was only a few seconds before Morgan carefully picked up one of the petals, put it in his mouth and chewed it: it wasn't until she swallowed it that she looked at Machado.

[So what did you want to talk about when you called me over, Your Excellency the Palm Seal?] 】

Morgan went to eat the fruit and asked: Morgan's cheeks were now bulging like a hamster because of the adjustment of her height in front of Machado, which made her words a little slurred.

"It doesn't matter what we talk about: before we get to those serious topics, I have a question for you, and this question has been entrusted to me by the Emperor."

The Palm Printmaker raised her eyelids and glanced at Morgan, who instinctively felt a bad emotion in her eyes with the actual master of the Imperial Government: but before she could refuse, Macardo had already spoken.

"Let me ask you, Morgan, how are you doing with Conrad?"

【……】

Morgan licked the juice off his teeth.

[It should be said that it has been done: after leaving Terra, he will be reunited with the Eighth Legion and placed in the families of mortals, which is no different from starting a family: does the Emperor have any grievances against him, or does he need me to submit him a memorandum explaining how I proceeded with my education of Conrad?] 】

"It doesn't matter, we have our own way of knowing what kind of person Conrad is today: what I can tell you is that the Lord of Mankind is happy with Conrad's current situation."

One of Machado's fingers hooked up and touched his wrinkled chin: for some reason, the smile on his face made Morgan's temples jump.

"So, the Emperor asked me to ask you."

The Palm Sealer's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the Lord of Avalon with a smile on his lips.

"Morgan, your genetic father wants to know something right now."

"Would you like to ......?"

"Raise another one: a second child?"

【……】

“……”

【……】

"Don't look at me like that."

Machado spread his hands.

"Do you remember: I told you when we first started talking."

"He's an old bastard."

(End of chapter)