“…… How to say it. ”

"After forty hours at my post, I was a little hungry: but I'm pretty sure I'm not hungry enough to order takeout, I haven't called your restaurant, and, most importantly, ......"

"Me! Absolute! No! I ordered it from your restaurant! Need! A whole car of the RAND Raiders! to be able to load! Supper! And! It's all there! High cholesterol course! ”

"In fact, we call it the Heat Bomb, Lord Lana, a novel term from the Holy Terra: narrators would use it in their poems to describe the Legion's airdrop operations or the Great Fleet Wars."

"Thank you Kop - but I don't need to, either your words or your meal."

“……”

"You're going to make it hard for me, Lord Lana: in order to take over this business, we made a special trip to the quartermaster's office, and spent a lot of formalities in the regiment's reserve engine hangar before we temporarily seconded this Rand Raider, and at least half of the battleships on the ships can see us driving it for this delivery service."

"If you don't sign for the delivery, we have to go back the way we come with these takeaways, it will be a devastating blow to our reputation [Valhalla Ice Restaurant]: Please, Lord Lana, you can't do this, it's your name on the list."

“……”

The chief guard of the original body frowned, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light emanated from his dark brown pupils, gently brushing the [delivery man] who had come to interfere with his rotation in the middle of the night.

Damn, the delivery man's appearance reminded him of those space wolves, when did there be such a bunch of rough guys on the [Dawning Goddess]......

…… Wait a minute? What did he just say?

Lana's brow furrowed: he suddenly realized something.

"Wait: how were you able to mobilize that RAND raider outside?"

"Or on this ship?!"

There is no doubt that what came out of the mouth of the chief guard was a question, or even a reprimand, but it was the proud voice of the [Valhalla Ice and Snow Restaurant] courier in front of him who answered his reprimand.

"As you can see, Lord Lana, this RAND Raider belongs to our armored company under the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Valhalla: from the moment it stepped off the assembly line of the factory that casts the world of Tigrus, and the Valhalla Ice Warrior Cafeteria was built with the funds of all the members of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Valhalla, and this armored vehicle is also one of the fixed assets of the restaurant."

"As for why it's on this ship now: it's because the regiment performed valiantly in the previous Gedrician reconquest operation, and it was the armored company of this Rand raider that took the lead in breaking into the fortress where the local orc leader was hiding and sealed the victory, so the vehicle and all the members of the company will be personally received and trained by Lord Genogen tomorrow, so it will be on this ship now."

"Ah, Gedric ......"

Lana nodded, he knew that what the mortal in front of him was right, in fact, the combat operation to annihilate the small orc empire was the focus of the two days in the legion: after all, under the premise of having Astarte warriors involved, it was actually a group of mortals who locked the victory, and it was indeed worth discussing.

Thinking of this, the chief guard couldn't help but snort lightly.

"That is, you still have several tanks and armored vehicles on the ship?"

The Praetorian Guard stewards suppressed the anger in his heart.

There was suddenly a batch of foreign armored vehicles on the flagship of the original body, and the group of old guys who were in the finance department to approve fake notes actually didn't notify him in advance?

Damn it.

"No, Your Excellency."

Lana's anger had not yet subsided, and he was answered by the grim smile on the face of the gruff mortal man in front of him: it was only then that Rana could see his scars.

"It's the only one: the Third Regiment had an encounter with the Orc Leader in the Orc Fortress on Gedric, and the Rand Raider parked outside your house and its crew were the only survivors of the victory."

“……”

At this moment, the head of the Praetorian Guard of the original body fell silent, and he opened his mouth, but the mouth that always spat out sharp words did not say anything in the end.

When Lana stood up, walked up to the daring mortal, took the so-called receipt, and glanced at the supper, which was enough for him to eat for half a month, the chief of the guard did not realize that his voice had softened a lot.

"What if, I mean, I refuse to sign my name?"

"After all, I'm pretty sure I didn't order these takeaways: especially so many."

"Hmm......"

The delivery man pondered for a moment, and he took the time to curse back at the door in a native language that Rana did not understand, as if his companion had waited too long: Rana could not quite understand the local dialects, which were not even low Gothic, but he could barely make out a few of them.

It's just that...... And what is vodka?

Without waiting for the Dawnbreaker to continue to wonder, the delivery man turned around, took out the data board on his body, examined it, and then told the Praetorian Guard the answer to his question with a serious face.

"Well, Lord Lana, I can only say to this question you raised: I have confirmed it again and again, and there are no problems with the reservation, receipt and confirmation of this order, as well as the final delivery...... Troublesome? ”

“…… Like what? ”

"For example...... Decree sanctions. ”

“…… Punishment? ”

Lana almost burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, unknown Mr. Mortal, though I say this with a bit of a show of power. But: I guess you should know who I am, right? ”

"Of course you do, Your Excellency, you are the head of the Praetorian Guard of the Genogen-sama."

"So ......"

Lana didn't hold back: he tried to make sure that his laughter was only leaking slightly.

"You're trying to associate the word [legal sanction] with me?"

"Hmm...... Of course. ”

The mortal nodded earnestly, but instead extinguished the smile on the Praetorian Guard's face.

"I recognize your noble position, Your Excellency Lana, and I have no disrespect for your merits and abilities, except that in the Legion's internal affairs decree, it is stipulated in black and white that no ship restaurant shall be allowed to waste material in any form: this decree was issued by Lord Primordial himself, and each of our restaurants must sign an affidavit before it officially opens."

"I can guarantee that all the actions of this restaurant in this delivery event will fulfill the decree of the Legion, as for you......"

The delivery man scratched his head, his smile a little awkward: also a little cunning.

"I don't think you're going to put your own identity and power above the decree issued by Lord Primordial himself, right?"

“……”

Lana's eyes narrowed.

Again, he took a deep breath.

At this moment, Rana suddenly remembered Ahriman and Abaddon, and remembered what the two company commanders of the other legions had told him, in the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Thousand Sons Legion, the Astartes got along with mortals: it was a more authoritative [respect].

The Shadowmoon Wolves, or the Thousand Sons, also respect their mortal servants: respect for the way they bow down, or kneel, and both have become accustomed to it.

However, why is it so difficult for the mortals of the Dawnbreaker Legion to do so?

The Praetorian Guard muttered to himself, but he didn't say anything, just looked down at the receipt, looking for the location of the signature: Rana knew very well that what the mortal in front of him said was actually right.

There is no problem, in principle, he is not dominant: although he is Astarte, the most trusted Praetorian Guard of the Primordials, if he chooses to be brutal in the matters that the Primordials have personally determined......

He won't be anytime soon.

"So, Your Excellency......"

Just as Rana was admonishing himself in the bottom of his heart, he probably saw the melancholy in the heart of the Praetorian Guard, and the warrior from Valhar proposed his own idea.

"Is it possible that one of your companions borrowed your name and asked you to sign for these takeaways for him: after all, we have encountered quite a few such situations before, especially among the warriors of the Daybreaker, who seem to see this as a ploon to play a joke on their fighting brothers, and will always order some comparison...... Bizarre diet. ”

"And they would make a special note that we had to pronounce out loud the names of the signatories and the names of the foods: this often made the signatories very frustrated, as well as a large number of other Astarte fighters...... Laughter. ”

“……”

Although it made no sense, Rana suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of shame for his legion.

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Mortal: if one of my colleagues had one who could eat half a month's worth of my food in one night, I would have been impressed with him."

"Not to mention ......"

Rana didn't say anything more.

What's more, considering that the original body has begun to openly screen members of the pro-guard, then the proposal that Rana once issued to the original body can no longer be concealed: although the old guards of the past did not respond to the chief swordsman who stabbed them all in the back, there is still a certain amount of cold treatment.

After all, while they all understand Lana's painstaking efforts, humans are such creatures: rational recognition and understanding cannot be exchanged for emotional tolerance and forbearance.

What's more, what about genetic protogens?

If not, why would Rana be on duty alone in the guard room: it wasn't that no one was rotating with him, but the group preferred to crowd the gates of the throne room.

But then again, the childish revenge of making such a big deal and letting the entire legion know that Rana was actually a pot-bellied man seems to be something that the prickly bastards can do: maybe they're out there watching the joke right now......

……

Anger, increased.

“……”

In silence, the chief guard took the pen from the courier, and at this time, only one last question remained in his mind: a question that this old-fashioned man who had never ordered takeout was extremely concerned.

"These ...... Takeaway ...... Is there a fee? ”

Lana lowered his head and slowly wrote his full name as a cover, and looked vaguely at the delivery man in front of him, while the rugged mortal man's face showed a joyful distortion because of Lana's question.

"Well, in fact, our ship cafeteria is subsidized by the legion allowance allocated by the original master, and all the expenses of the Dawnbreaker warriors are free: but if you want to give our restaurant some financial support......

"Hmmm......"

In the middle of his words, the mortal's gaze began to move back and forth in the sentry room, focusing on the desk where Rana's personal belongings were kept: there was no doubt that the empty tabletop, which clearly told the financial situation of the Praetorian Guard, also made the mortal's gaze a little ...... It was rude.

“……”

Lana sensed some kind of offense.

"I mean ......"

Under the silent gaze of the Praetorian Guard, the mortal warrior coughed.

"If you really insist, this restaurant can accept ......"

"Pay in installments."

“……”

“……”

"Good."

Rana grimaced.

"What is the maximum period?"

——————

"Three months."

"As far as I know: three months."

Virgo licked her fingertips and began to count the items on the menu, and behind her, the head of the Praetorian Guard sat in his chair as if he were facing a great enemy, his eyes tapping on the power sword leaning against him, a drop of sweat slowly sliding from between his eyebrows.

No wonder he was so nervous: after Rana had just sent off the Valhalla warriors, he turned around to find that the maid of the Mother of Genes was already standing in the room: Rana was sure that he had never seen Virgo in the room before, and as far as he knew, there should have been only one entrance to the sentry room.

“……”

"When were you here?"

Licking his somewhat dry lips, the Praetorian Guard was silent for a while, still asking questions to the overly thin back.

"While you're discussing the Battle of Gedric."

Facing her mother's most trusted son, Virgo turned her head and patiently answered the question, not forgetting to smile: but this smile only made Rana more silent.

In the silence, only the voice of Virgo counting the menu: the fifty servings of creamy chicken stew, sausage bisque, spaghetti with tomato bolognese, potato lasagna, grilled grote sandwich and popping apple pie, and cheese mousse and fried milk for dessert.

Even though Virgo's counting was very slight, Rana could still hear it clearly, and secretly calculated how many calories the food would contain: when the calories on the list had accumulated enough to feed a third of the Dawnbreaker Company, or at least two dozen Space Wolves, the Praetorian Guard was hesitant.

"Primordial Adult...... Is it to hold a great feast: to feast those who have made meritorious deeds? ”

“……”

Not far away, Virgo's originally mechanically regular voice suddenly fell into a suspicious silence, and after this very suspicious silence, she nodded even more suspiciously, and said ominously in affirmation.

"Yes, sir...... A more intimate banquet is about to take place, and this banquet will be used to entertain those who have excelled in the shadow battles...... You know, the members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Legion of the Daybreaker, their list cannot be known to anyone, so...... This banquet will not be known to anyone either. ”

"That's right."

Lana nodded, believing the original maid's words, but he didn't see Virgo quietly wipe the sweat stains from his forehead.

"That's right, Virgo."

The Praetorian Guard Keeper remembered something.

"Those Valhalla Ice Warriors. What the hell did they come from: I don't remember that in the administrative plan of the Far Eastern frontier, there was Valhalla. ”

"It's normal that you don't remember, because they weren't on the Far Eastern border in the first place."

When the question touched on her area of expertise, Virgo's voice became calm.

"Valhalla, the world was restored by the Empire about thirty years ago, and it is located in the northern part of the Extreme Star Field, and it is even very close to the Silent Star Field further north, so it is not within the scope of the Far Eastern Frontier."

"As for why these Valhallas are here: it's because in the past, Valhalla was originally a pleasant world with a normal climate, until about a dozen years ago, a huge frozen comet smashed into their world, changing that world forever into ice and snow, and bringing a large number of orc invasion troops."

Originally, the home planet of the Holy Blood Angels, Baal, was very close to them, but most of the main forces of the Ninth Legion were following the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf on an expedition, so the Far Eastern Frontier, which is second closest to them, responded to the call, and Lord Morgan sent a force and a large amount of supplies to aid the world."

"In return for Lord Morgan's help, Valhalla has pledged to provide the Dawnbreaker Legion with at least twenty mortal auxiliaries, which were only in place two or three years ago, though they were unable to join the Far Eastern Frontier."

"That's ......"

Lana nodded, and Virgo had finished her count, and stepped in front of the Praetorian Guard, looking up, but her petite body released a momentum and self-esteem that was even stronger than Lana's.

"I have a question for you too, Lord Lana."

"Please."

"How's the selection of the Proto-Guardians going?"

"Hmmm......"

Lana pursed her lips.

"Three have already been chosen."

"You, Bayar, who else?"

"No, there is no Bayar."

“?”

Virgo frowned.

"He didn't run?"

"yes, I don't know why."

Lana smiled.

"What's the matter? Virgo. ”

"Ah, a small question."

Virgo put away the list, stood on tiptoe, and patted Lana on the thigh.

"Let me tell you, and then I will tell you to convey to those in charge of the selection: if there are personnel from the 46th, 47th, 48th, and 49th companies participating in the election, don't let them join the election: just tell them that the selection is over."

“……”

"Do we have these companies?"

"You don't care about this matter, just do it obediently."

Virgo pulls a huge trailer out of the shadows.

"After all, how can I say it......"

"There is no such thing as intimacy and alienation, and we still have to do it now."

"Now, the original body can still help you: but when you arrive, it's up to you."

“…… What the hell are you talking about, Virgo? ”

“……”

The original maid turned her head and looked at Morgan's most trusted dawnbreaker with an inexplicable pity: at this time, some sudden bad taste filled the heart and lips of Virgo, and the ignorance on Lana's face was the best catalyst.

"Lana."

"Huh?"

"The inner ring thing: you little cub of the outer ring should leave it alone."

“……？！！”

Turning around, suppressing the wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, Virgo ignored the shocked look on Lana's face, maliciously imagining what kind of urban legend his casual words would cause in the Legion.

It was only when she walked to the door that she remembered something.

"By the way, Lana: why do you care about the price of these late-night snacks?"

Virgo frowned.

"Although theoretically speaking, Astarte warriors rarely have private property, but I remember that Master Morgan was very fond of hand-rubbing things, and if the hand-rubbing failed, he would give them to you directly, especially for you: although those things are defective, their raw materials are still very valuable, and if you sell a few of them, you will become an unimaginable rich."

“……”

Lana's eyes narrowed.

“……”

I don't know why: this time, it was Virgo's turn, and on the face of the head of the Praetorian Guard, I felt that inexplicable disdain.

(End of chapter)