"Mordred Guards......"

[What's wrong?] Aniah? 】

"No, it's nothing, Mother, I'm just thinking: wait until next time, if there is such a thing that needs to be named, you should vote within the Legion to decide."

【…… What do you think of my ability to name me, Aniah? 】

"Don't dare: I just think you have a Motarian aesthetic in this regard."

【……】

[It's itchy, isn't it?! 】

“！！！”

Virgo's brow furrowed, and he quickly dodged to one side, faster than even most Astarte warriors, and then, without forgetting to reach out and catch what Morgan had thrown at her: it was the ornate scepter encrusted with various gems, almost half the length of a Virgo.

The original maid clung to the scepter, and after making sure that the priceless treasures on it were not bumped on, Virgo did not stop in place, but a flattering smile appeared between her originally cold eyebrows, and with small steps, she squeezed in front of Morgan's throne and respectfully handed the scepter back.

It wasn't until the genogen glanced at her with a little annoyance, and reluctantly forgave her with a soft snort, that Virgo went around behind her mother again, and skillfully began to pinch the shoulders and backs of the Lord of Avalon, massage the acupuncture points, and soothe Morgan's extreme fatigue and depression caused by long-term mental work.

Under the more skillful massage techniques of his eldest daughter, the last shadow in Morgan's heart finally slowly dissipated: the original gene leaned on his throne, rather lazily muttering unserious complaints.

[When our fleet returns to Avalon, I must kick this little bastard out of my ship as soon as possible: Look at you, my Aniah, what a quiet and reliable little guy you were, how can you learn from Conrad's little bastard more and more uncomfortably? 】

“……”

Virgo replied to her mother with a sweet smile on her face, and she knew that now was not the time to respond: more than a decade of being together had made Virgo very clear that in this case, don't say anything, just let Morgan complain casually.

Her mother was always tired and always needed time to vent: with this in mind, Virgo kept quiet, her fingers roaming over the skin that was not soft with the genoplasma, and in her experience, masseurs were the most comfortable and relaxing acupuncture points for Morgan.

Through the touch under the fingers and the more soothing breathing of the genoplasm, Virgo can clearly feel the results of the current work.

This is a very important step: after all, there are some questions that can only be asked when Morgan is no longer tired or in a good mood, and only the Lord of Avalon at this time will give accurate answers, so that Virgo can make accurate records.

So, she spoke: after Conrad had left ten minutes earlier, there were only two people left in this small, empty throne room, the original body and her eldest daughter.

"Have you really decided, Mother?"

"Reorganize the Old Guard, then form your personal guard, the Mordred Guard, and the Staff Formation, the Sword Fence Council: if you're up to it, then I need to update my memory storage module now."

【…… No, it doesn't need to be so fast. 】

Morgan seemed to hesitate for a moment, and there was still some kind of struggle going on in her heart, which was between the inertia of relying on the old system and the gambling nature of pursuing more futures, constantly squeezing and clashing with each other, mixed with the love and care of the genetic prototype for the children under her command.

[Ranner's proposed staff team will definitely be formed, I will probably need four or five people: with the Dawnbreaker Legion and the entire Far Eastern frontier now getting bigger and bigger, I do need some permanent officers or staff officers.] 】

[As before, the system of summoning them temporarily when something happened is still too simple. 】

"So, do you have a pick?"

[Yes, but not comprehensively.] 】

The Primordial muttered in a deep voice.

[Rana must be one: from the moment he offered to relinquish his power and dismantle the Old Guard, he deserved to be left a seat for him on his right hand, and it would be the nearest one. 】

[As for Marshall, although he has always been infamous, since he is the commander of the first company of the Legion, and he voluntarily retired after my return to avoid as much turmoil as possible in the transition of power, then I must also respect his choice: if he wishes, he will get a seat.] 】

[And Bayard and Hecht, they are both characters worthy of my appreciation, but Bayard should not want this position too much, Hector still needs a certain amount of experience: maybe in a few decades, he will be fine. 】

"And what about Lord Hawthorne: he has done a good job in the Ministry of Finance, and the Dawnbreaker Legion has been able to get along so well with the mortal forces of the Far Eastern Frontier, and His Excellency Hawthorne and the group of Dawnbreaker veterans who are doing the paperwork behind him can be said to be indispensable."

【……】

Morgan glanced at her eldest daughter.

[Why do you care about him, my Aniah: I remember that there is no relationship between you and Hawthorne, right? 】

"No, no."

Virgo nodded in acknowledgement, and a bright blue arc of reading data flashed near her pupils.

"But, forty days ago, you gave me an order: if you start thinking about the Council of Staff or the Primordial Acolyte, then I must remind you of Lord Hawthorne's priority."

【…… Ah, that's true. 】

The original body thought for a moment, and then patted his head: even though Morgan was proud of his ability to think in multiple lines, after experiencing a lot of bloody or busy work on the Zandan, Heydrich, and Holy Terra, Morgan also felt his mental strength haggard very rarely.

In this case, she found that she had to rely more and more on her children, and this realization was the main reason why she would agree to Lana's request.

What did I say at the time? 】

"What you mean is this: His Excellency Hawthorne's importance in the Treasury is irreplaceable, so it is difficult for him to come to the Council of Staff, so we can only settle for the second best thing, and let His Excellency Hawthorne recommend one or two of his proud juniors to serve in the Council of Staff."

【…… Not bad. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Did I mention it at the time, is there a candidate for this proud junior?] 】

"Of course."

Seeing that his proposal was indeed helping his mother, Virgo's voice became excited.

"Long before we embarked on this long expedition, His Excellency Hawthorne had submitted his proposal to you several times: he said that he had unearthed a good new man in the Treasury who, in his words, was capable enough to make him shine on your side."

[Promising Future: I remember him saying so.] 】

[What's that person's name?] 】

"Bernard, Bernard-Woolley."

[Well, I have the impression: I remember that he was neither a Terra nor an Avalon, but a new blood recruited by the Legion in a feudal world in the Maelstrom about half a century ago, and he was also half a veteran. 】

"Your memory has always been so good."

[Come on. 】

Morgan smiled bitterly, she waved her hand casually, and did not take her daughter's flattery to heart: the genetic agent knew her current exhaustion better than anyone else, and the long-term restraint also made Morgan have an instinctive resistance to any compliment.

[Spare me, Aniah, I think I'm in the worst state now: now I just want to go back to Avalon as soon as possible, get rid of Conrad's kid, and let the new Council of Staff deal with the matter in the Legion first.] 】

[As for me, I want to take a break for a while, go on a short vacation, and don't have to bring too many people: just me, you, and Visenia and Shirley, the four of us mother and daughter may be able to find a world and go for a walk, just like those ordinary mortal families. 】

“……”

Virgo blinked, and instead of responding to her mother's words, she began to frantically rummage through her data templates in silence, searching for the best world for a vacation in the entire Far Eastern Frontier: it would be better if there was a beach and sun.

But despite this, the diligent original maid still did not wander.

"Are you really sure it's a wise choice to reunite Conrad with his legion now: in the record request you gave me. You've repeatedly stressed that you must make sure that Conrad is able to make smart enough choices in the face of the vast majority of problems to get him out of the Aurora. ”

[Don't underestimate that little bastard. 】

The genogen closed her eyes, and the Virgo's massage made her feel more comfortable than ever, and even the voice with refuting became a little softer.

"However, I heard that he was still causing trouble in the palace when he left Terra."

[That's not a mess. 】

The original body snorted softly, and she felt the confusion of her daughter behind her.

[Aren't you wondering, Aniah, Conrad painted so many statues of the emperor the dark blue of the Eighth Legion, why did Waldo still let him swagger away: Don't think that Waldo is really afraid to fight me, when it comes to the emperor, if my genetic father doesn't speak, this chief forbidden army will really dare to fight to the death with any primordial body. 】

“…… Can Waldo fight the original? ”

[No, you can't.] 】

Morgan sneered.

[Even if I don't use psionic power, I am confident that in the shortest possible time, I can clean up this so-called chief forbidden army: I do not deny his bravery, loyalty and fearlessness, but if you only look at the strength, almost all the forbidden troops are fools who sit back and watch the sky. 】

"So, didn't Valdo let Conrad leave out of fear of you?"

[Yes: Waldo saw the deep meaning of Conrad's operation.] 】

The primordial's eyebrows twitched.

[Think about it: the place where the statue of the emperor or the double-headed eagle can be placed is certainly not a remote corner in the Terra Palace, and even if Conrad is a genetic protogen, it will take a certain amount of time for him to paint these statues in a different color. 】

[And under these two premises, what does it mean that Conrad was able to paint one-third of the statues dark blue?] 】

"This means that, at least in the area where the statues are located, the Janissary patrols are time-lapse, and large enough for Conrad to carry out his painting: and enough for the ghostly infiltrators to do even more horrific acts."

"In other words, Conrad helped the Forbidden Army on the contrary, inspecting the emptiness of the garrison in the Terra Palace on a large scale, and it was much more effective and ruthless than the Forbidden Army's self-inspection?"

[Yes, of course, Waldo can also figure this out, but he must not admit it on paper, and can only let Conrad leave without guilt to show goodwill. 】

“…… In that case, will the forbidden army be a little too unbearable? ”

[In the face of the original body's ability to act, anyone's ability is unbearable: the Forbidden Army has never been a brainless character, but their arrogance exceeds their ability, making them look a little ridiculous. 】

[However, what does this have to do with us, I won't be like my genetic father, forming my own forbidden army: painstakingly building a group of perfect creatures that can be the best in all walks of life, and then letting this group of expensive toys be my bodyguards? 】

The Lord of Avalon writhed and stretched on his throne.

[I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out. 】

As he spoke, the genogen did not forget to turn around, lay on the throne, stretched out his hand, lazily hooked the chin of the maid, and slowly stroked the soft flesh under his daughter's lips and the corners of the light lips: although Virgo's interior is still a delicate killing machine that is not inferior to the knight's mecha, her exterior is still soft and cute, which can evoke Morgan's motherhood.

[My father is not like me: I will only build you, my daughters, and build you one by one, originally, I planned to build a little more, but since you have already called me my mother, then there is no need for so much, nine is enough. 】

"That is to say, shall I have at least three more sisters to compete with me for your favor, Mother: should I be glad that I am always the closest to you?"

Virgo felt the fingers of the original body rubbing against her lips, she quietly lowered her eyelids, opened her mouth, gently took Morgan's fingertips, and licked her nails: this successfully amused the Lord of Avalon.

You've changed, Aniah. 】

[In the past, you would only let me touch your head with a blank face, but now, you are actually joking like this, it seems that Conrad's kid is not for nothing, after you have been with him for so many years, you finally have a bit of exaggerated sense of humor. 】

"After all, when you installed the emotion module for me, didn't you think so: let me learn my own emotions by observing the emotions of other people around me, and be able to give feedback normally, all for you, mother."

Virgo bowed her head in flattery, and Morgan couldn't even see that when her eldest daughter mentioned the words "compete for favor", there was a hint of truth in those scarlet eyes, and the original body just touched her still somewhat confused brain, and began to think about the topic that needed to set the tone before resting.

[Anything else important?] My Aniah. 】

"There is one, I don't know if it counts."

[Say.] 】

“……”

Virgo paused.

"There have been at least fifteen requests for help with emergency level 2 in the Salamas district of the Far Eastern Frontier, and the most recent one has even been confirmed by His Excellency Danteok, who is stationed in the south of Salamas."

"They mentioned a ...... Very bad word. ”

[What? 】

“……”

"Ulan-Huda."

(End of chapter)