On that day, everyone saw Ms. Yuton's eyes shining.

On that day, Killiman's sweat was felt by all.

On that day, everyone could hear Conrad's heavy breathing, faintly echoing the mournful sounds of certain respiratory organs.

On that day......

Nothing happened.

…… That's right! Nothing happens!

What? Rumor? What rumors?

No rumors!

Macurag, no rumors!

Ultramarine, there are no secrets!

——————

[I want to record like this.] 】

However, the welcome dinner, which was originally planned to last six or seven hours, had to be hastily ended in the fifth hour, because both the guests and the hosts seemed to be a little uneasy: the owner of the Ultramarines and his adoptive mother were caught in a whispered argument, and neither side insisted on taking a step back, and the Otrama bureaucrats scattered around the square were also trapped in the whispers and gossip that were induced by each other's whispers.

Virgo's eyes narrowed, and she perfunctory the resentment in the voice of the Lord of Avalon with a meaningless exclamation, her slender fingers gripped the pen in her palm, and she wrote and drew on another electronic board, sketching the last part of the journey to Maculag.

"They're not going to pass the safety test, Mother: no one knows what kind of meat they're in."

[Otherwise? Is it Conrad's eight-ripe liver? 】

Time ticks.

Morgan was silent for a moment, pouting his lips with a frustrated expression.

[Anyway, whether it's his liver or his lungs, even if I pull them all off, this kid is still alive and kicking around, and can still wander around my boat: like a nimble Alster hound.] 】

However, compared to the pica aroused by the monstrous anger, in the end, family affection and reason prevailed in the heart of the original body: after Conrad pointed to the emperor's conscience and explained what he had done, the bodhisattva-hearted Lord of Avalon let him go.

"Probably that's the biological wonder of the progenitor."

Don't use your authority for such strange things!

In the unobtrusive mother and the eerie scented air, the original maid could only amuse herself in this way, and when she closed her eyes and waited quietly, the subspace clock placed in her heart was recording the passage of time minute by minute at a speed that could never go wrong.

Morgan's voice was languid.

In other words, at least so far, no one knows better than Morgan how to effectively kill another genogen: mortal wounds, such as shattering a heart or tearing off a heart, can do damage even faster than the genogen's self-healing ability, and if you really want to make a final decision, you may have to cut off your head, smash it into powder, or simply break your spine.

"Hmmm......"

In the end, it was only Conrad's liver and lungs, which were fried on the grill in the small kitchen attached to the throne room, so oily that people instinctively wanted to sprinkle a handful of cumin on them.

Well, it smells nine ripe, and in another three minutes and twenty-two seconds, it's the best time to put on the plate: Virgo's various bionic organs faithfully calculate it all for her, though she doesn't wonder at all why she is baking such a thing in her own little kitchen.

As one of the oldest and most well-documented legions, the Dawnbreakers have no shortage of miracle doctors, but these old scholars can only barely recognize organs such as the heart, liver, lungs, intestines, and stomach, and these parts of the original body only account for a tiny fraction of the original body: on top of that, there are a lot of [things] that make people feel creepy and make the pharmacists choose to undergo amnestics.

But then again, is there really a primordial dish that can be broken by someone's spine: even a mortal is not easy to break his spine in a scuffle.

“…… It's the seven maturity, Mother: his two lungs are the eight maturity one. ”

In the strange scent, the lazy whimsy of the original body did not surprise her precious daughter: Virgo just sighed imperceptibly, and then recorded the information on the electronic board into the memory array in her brain through the data cable, while looking for an excuse that at least sounded reasonable in the existing thinking logic.

【…… That's ......]

And it was Conrad himself who ordered it: though, if it was the Midnight Ghost, it wouldn't be unusual.

As Virgo just said: from a biological point of view, the Genetic Prototype is a miracle creature that can be called "terrifying", and any inch of space within them can subvert the existing biotechnology of the Empire, and plunge countless of the most knowledgeable pharmacists or scientists into a vortex of confusion.

Minute after minute, following the pace of the Divine Terra thousands of miles away, Virgo drew a scale in the void, witnessing the footsteps of time getting closer and closer: midnight was approaching, and after crossing the scale, tomorrow would be the last day of the Dawnbreaker's fleet anchored over Maculag, the day they departed.

Morgan smacked his lips and thought wildly in his head for a moment.

“……”

[However, maybe we can say it's Glocks meat, or dog meat?] If I had a warrant, no one would care about such a small thing: perfect~]

On the whole, things were fairly uneventful: although there were shocking words from a midnight ghost in them, neither Lady Judton, nor Killiman, nor even the mortal dignitaries present, were accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, and were able to remain unfazed in the face of such explosive speeches.

[You say, if we put these two strings of things in the legion cafeteria and treat them as today's legion specialty, will they be very sought-after: I think they will be very sought-after, Aniah.] 】

Back in the day, when Morgan and the Legion of Daybreakers were reunited, the pharmacists in the legion also wanted to examine their genetic mother for safety reasons: the result was that the organ components in the original body photographed by the projection device were completely beyond the scope of the Terra-origin veterans.

“…… Mother, though. ”

[That's right, that's it.] 】

On the contrary, the location of the remaining two genetic protogens was unusually quiet, as the Lord of Avalon spent the rest of the feast observing his delicious Nostramo brothers: which of Conrad's thighs was suitable for the main meal of the town table, which of his liver and lungs was more nutritious to fry, and whether his eyeballs were suitable for a pot of consommé as a pre-dinner snack, all of which were really difficult for the Spider Queen to decide.

The inquiries of the Dawnbreakers guarding the door of the throne room were immediately sounded, always so timely, and their subsequent inspection and scrutiny were always meticulous, and with neither humble nor arrogant respect, the visitor humming an out-of-tune Nostramo ditty was allowed to push open the door of the throne room with his hands.

After all, he's a madman.

At that moment, certain thoughts, which sounded like they would be very unfilial, flashed through Virgo's mind: in the end, the primordial maid chose to pin her head to the side, so that her faux depas would not be seen by the protogen, and in order to divert her attention, she did not forget to smell the strange smell of burnt in the air.

As a genetic protogen, Morgan naturally knows her body structure better than the group of unlucky people under her hands: even if it was not clear before, after so many years of intimacy, after tearing off Conrad's heart, liver, lungs or other bits and pieces, the Spider Queen had to passively become an expert in protobiology.

Virgo's eyes darkened.

"We're really going to use the two-eyed Ms. Euton and this ...... Rumors, as a closing remark to this visit to Makulag...... This is to be recorded in official documents. ”

The old day was about to pass and a new day was coming, and Virgo opened her eyes, raised her head, sniffed the burnt incense in her nose, and watched her mother seize the midnight leisure to enjoy a moment of laziness on the throne, while her ears caught the whispering of the silence that seemed to be far away, and the footsteps of another genetic agent slowly approaching from the end of the corridor.

It's midnight.

Ghosts, visited.

"Yo, good morning."

Midnight Wraith smiled like a dying pale sun, greeting his little niece warmly: it was impossible to imagine that this guy had walked out of this gate less than two hours ago, coughing up blood.

"Good morning, Lord Conrad."

Virgo nodded in respect of the genoplasm.

Then, she stood still, counting the time, as she watched the Midnight Wraith swagger through the throne room after closing the door: the casual act of selecting wine glasses on the counter, the sound of ping-pong glass clattering shattered the silence of the night, the table dragging on the floor rubbed with a screeching sound like two pieces of iron fighting, and the movement of the heavy chair under him on the ground, one could imagine how many giftable scratches would be scratched on the floor just by listening to it.

“……”

Virgo watched all this with cold eyes, she didn't have Conrad, but glanced at the lazy fluffy lump on the throne that was clearly accumulating clouds, and it was clear that the Midnight Ghost had recovered from its wounds: the blood was gone, the head was gone, and the purpose of the beating had once again taken over the high ground of the heart.

This time, however, Conrad's luck was good, perhaps because Morgan was so tired, that he managed to live enough to set up the table and chairs, pour the delicious liquor, sit in front of the Virgo, and pat his table.

"Where's the food I ordered?"

“……”

Facing the midnight ghost's sparkling pupils, the original maid only felt a drop of sweat slip from behind her earlobe, and before turning to pick up the food, she hesitated for a moment, and finally asked.

"With all due respect, Lord Conrad: what do you want to ...... of those things?"

"Certainly not for food, my dear stupid little niece."

Conrad shook his finger, then took out a small box from a secret compartment on his armor, opened it, and found that there was an exquisite insulation system inside, and the only two spaces had been occupied, and inside was a fresh ...... Lungs?

"Now, I need a cooked, commensurate with this one, to form a group."

Conrad pointed to another space.

"Trust me, it's collectible."

“……”

[And the liver, Conrad.] 】

"Yes, and liver."

The Nostramo man giggled.

“……”

The sister and brother were somewhat seriously ill.

With this realization in mind, the maid of the original body turned around and walked into the small kitchen.

And in the sound of her footsteps, time slowly passed by the first minute of the new day.

……

That's it, a day for Virgo.

Start by picking up Conrad's fully cooked liver on the grill.

——————

[What about the rumors outside?] 】

"It's okay: it's expected, it's reasonable."

[Reasonable? 】

Morgan asked rhetorically, a hint of sneer in his cold voice: before Conrad could answer, perhaps provoked by this unintentional joke, the Genetic Mother of the Dawnbreaker Corps snorted softly and adjusted her posture on her silver-white throne.

She was lying on the throne, leaning sideways, facing the direction of the temple, her right arm bent, her exposed snow-white muscles tightly tied together like a bowstring, supporting her languid lips and the tip of her nose, on which her long, thick eyebrows were only a moment away from being completely closed, but there was always a sly light that slipped out to let people know that she was actually quietly staring at you.

The legs of the original body were absent-mindedly entangled, one on the other, but they were not stable, because the little throne could not accommodate them, so she simply kicked the boots away, so that both long legs were bent, and rested on the armrest on the other side, the thighs and calves each caught the silver edges on either side of the armrest, and the lines outlined by the metal squeezed out a narrow triangle, and the two knees were arched peaks, rubbing against each other.

It's not a posture of vigilance, but the Spider Empress is too tired at this point, and on Maculag, long diplomatic negotiations and frequent attendances, public speeches, and receptions are no easier than a war at the level of a legion: Killeman is undoubtedly good as a brother and partner, but when he sits across the table and argues with you about the text holes in the treaty, he is enough to make a figure like Morgan feel tired, and a huge fatigue in hindsight.

But even so, when Conrad walked up to her, took the wine bottle, and handed her the wine glass, Morgan smacked his lips slightly dissatisfied, and twisted his body on the throne: the two fat dolphins, who were originally casual and wanton, were pressed against the cushions, making unwilling squeaks, and the arms entrenched on the armrest of the throne also changed from rubbing the cheek of the genetic prototype to supporting the firm foundation of the right jaw.

Morgan reached out and took the cup, waiting for Conrad to pour half a cup for her, and then shook it carefully before he began to take small sips.

[Tell me, what kind of derivatives are there?] 】

With the wine still in her mouth, the original body narrowed her eyes and smiled, a hint of wine slipping from the corners of her lips, making her look like the snow fox who had stolen the grapes and was munching on a mouthful of juice in her joy

"There are countless minor versions, but I can summarize the mainstream ones for you."

[Well, let's talk about it.] 】

Morgan nodded, her attention focused on the wrist of her left hand, a drop of wine running down her cheek, falling below the junction of her palm and wrist, the original body sticking out her tongue, picking up the mischievous droplets, and curling them back into her lips.

[Say something interesting.] 】

"Got it."

Conrad glanced at his sister casually: perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the Spider Empress's every move is under the effect of her special spiritual energy, reflecting extraordinary charm, and the subconscious laziness can arouse the most intuitive concept of [beauty] in people's hearts, but Conrad is not such a vulgar person.

After all, as Morgan's own brother, Conrad really knows his own sister too well: don't look at Morgan being so lazy now, if you provoke her, the next second, the Lord of Avalon will get up sharply and raise the axe blade bigger than Conrad's head, so that the offender can experience what pain is.

The Midnight Ghost even scoffs at the flattery of the outside world, why do those fools always think Morgan is a quiet beauty? She was neither tranquil nor particularly beautiful: from an artistic point of view, the human skin cloak that Conrad had wove on the Nostramo was more ornamental than his own sister, who had nothing to offer.

That's what I thought in my heart. But on the surface, the Nostramo man was honest enough to report the situation to his sister: Midnight Ghost simply sat down and crossed his legs in front of Morgan's throne.

"In order to gather first-hand information, I deliberately made a few more detours when I was patrolling the territory in the ventilation ducts, passing by those large public places and those more intimate company lounges."

…… Patrolling the territory?

When did she sign a humiliating land cession treaty with Conrad?

Morgan's brow jumped, but she didn't say anything in the end.

"To put it simply, at the tarmac, the Dawnbreaker Legion was originally gathering troops, almost a few companies, and planned to go down to Killiman to talk about the seniority: but it was suppressed by His Excellency Bayar's team.

"In the areas where I frequented, there were almost three and a half dozen Le Fay knights squatting around, and even the newly opened foreign office of the Eighth Legion on the Goddess of Dawn was blocked by their sit-in."

[There was no conflict, did it? 】

"Rest assured, your group of heirs still knows what is important: apart from the fact that the first five hundred reservations in the Legion Arena are more than two hundred occupied by the Midnight Lords, nothing serious."

[What about the remaining 300 games?] 】

"It's the Ultramarines, but some of them won't be able to come for the time being: those Gilliman's sons who only recently boarded the ship from Maculag as diplomats have taken refuge in the back kitchen of the [Green Hell Restaurant] in time at the enthusiastic suggestion of your company commander Hector, and they haven't come out yet."

【……】

[Well, what about the rumors? Where have the rumors go? 】

"Thrive."

Conrad took a sip of his wine.

"According to the latest version: at that banquet, Killiman appointed me, Conrad, as the next regent of Macurag, who was co-ruler of Augustus, and invited me to be the adopted son of Lady Judton."

【…… Conrad, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds. 】

【…… Poof......】

[Write it down, Aniah: This would be a great idea for the future.] 】

“…… Okay, Mother. ”

Not far away, Virgo, who was holding lemon slices and cherry tomatoes and arranging Conrad's lungs and liver, was stunned for a moment before nodding.

Then, the eldest daughter of the Lord of Avalon meekly lowered her head, rigorously imprinted the ridiculous entry of [Conrad, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds] into her memory array, and listened intently to her mother's conversation with her eighth uncle: in the first few minutes, it was mostly meaningless jokes, but after a few minutes, the two genetic prototypes gradually got to the point.

"After leaving the Five Hundred Worlds, where do you plan to go next?"

Conrad raised his glass and touched it slightly with his sister.

[I didn't think about it originally, but now, someone has thought it for me.] 】

Morgan laughed, smiling along with her blood brother.

"So, is it interesting that our Father of Genes also contacted you separately and asked you to lead the fleet to Nuckeyia: it's really funny, he knows that the two of us are together now, and he still wants to separate and inform us separately."

[That's good, look at our poor Robert, he still doesn't know anything: Nucedia is on the border of the five hundred worlds, and strictly speaking, our brother, whom we have never met, can even be regarded as a child of Killiman. 】

"Soon it won't be."

Conrad drained the glass of wine.

"After that feast, I asked some of my heirs to board the ship first and go to Nucadia for recruitment: Sevita and his teammates will be directly responsible for recruiting on that gladiator planet, and this is the first assignment I have given him, and I am sure that he will do his best."

[Yes, yes, I think so too: after all, the father of his genes trusts and values him so much, and after causing him a catastrophe, he didn't forget to transfer him away in a hurry, who can not do his best to repay him? 】

Morgan replied lazily, danger written in her pupils.

"Please, Morgan, that's just some damn tacos, I've ordered double for you at the hotel, if you're really not satisfied, I'll order more?"

[The problem is not here......]

"Your Dawnbreaker has eaten it too."

Midnight Ghost simply answered and smiled brightly.

"Lana, in particular, eats the most, almost thirteen people."

【……】

"Speaking of which, though, I'm curious: the three legions all have the same ten men, but the Daybreakers consume more food than the Midnight Lords and Ultramarines combined, and at least take up about three-quarters of the weight, are they also inherited from you, Morgan?"

【……】

"The gluttonous gene brought by the gluttonous mother?"

【……】

"Or is it that your Dawnbreaker's genetic seeds are actually the same as space wolves......"

"Smack!!

“……”

After a shock, Virgo raised her head, glanced at the floor, then calmly turned around, picked up the mop that had been set aside and was not yet completely dry, and began to clean up the extra work.

The whole process, the waves are not alarmed.

For Morgan's daughter, what is in front of her is just a small scene of gentle drizzle, and it is the daily life of her mother and the midnight ghost who have a fierce sister-brother relationship.

Otherwise, why do you think Morgan knows that the damage caused by breaking the heart or tearing off the heart is even faster than the self-healing ability of the genogen itself?

Practice is the only way to make a real chapter.

……

Unfortunately, since Morgan has not been able to completely subdue the Midnight Ghost screaming in the scuffle, he has never had a chance to try to break the damage that the spine can do to a genetic agent.

What a pity.

Conrad, it's so unaffectionate.

——————

"In this way, Conrad does value his son named Sevita, and would even rather take it off on himself than risk that Sevita in the face of your possible anger."

[Who's to say it's not?] 】

The Lord of Avalon's tone was a little resentful.

[When the child grows up, he has his own ideas, and he has his own things that he wants to protect: I have become the villain he racks his brains to deal with sometimes. 】

“……”

Virgo didn't respond, she would never tell her mother: when Morgan had blood on his hands and smirked Conrad's lungs out of his throat, there was indeed a bit of the demon king in Avalon's bedtime books.

If that had anything to do with her: she was just a little maid standing next to the original body, making tea for her mother, and only occasionally making a few new coffins for Conrad.

"So, have you decided to leave for Nucadia today?"

[This is something that has already been discussed, my Aniah, no need to ask again. 】

"Understood."

Virgo nodded.

……

The Midnight Ghost stayed in Morgan's throne room for about half a standard hour, during which the two genotypes were chattering and playing together, but they also finalized their next itinerary.

In a few hours, when the sun rises over the city of Macurag, Morgan and Conrad will return to the surface and say a formal farewell to their brother Killiman: it is believed that this will be enough time for the Lord of Otlama who has his hands and eyes to settle the small rumors at the banquet, and perhaps more difficult to reconcile with his adoptive mother.

Then, the sons of the two emperors counted the size of the fleet that was about to go with them to Nucadia: at Conrad's insistence, both legions sent a few more men, adding up to more than 20,000 warriors, and the fleet was large enough to fight a galaxy-level war.

Considering that the purpose of this trip is only to welcome a new returning genetic primordial, such a level of military power is somewhat trivial: but considering the return of those primordial bodies before, it was the lord of mankind who brought many brothers to warmly welcome, and now in the face of this angry Kedia's brother, the emperor only summoned Morgan and Conrad......

In such a differential treatment, the information contained in it is indeed worthy of careful preparation by the Lord of Avalon.

What's more: although Conrad rarely showed his prophetic abilities in front of Morgan for his own considerations, and Morgan never wanted to force him to do so, when the Midnight Wraith took the initiative to make a strong suggestion, the Spider Queen would often adopt it after careful consideration.

Morgan had asked Conrad, what exactly does Nuckeyia have?

After all, more than a decade ago, Morgan's eyes had been drawn to that world by the intuition in his mind: although Morgan's team of envoys had found nothing in the world, and she had not stationed any monitoring and power on Nucchidia in the future, she always felt that her original idea was not groundless.

Faced with this question, Midnight Ghost only shook his head sadly after a long dead silence, indicating that now was not the time to reveal the truth: and to Morgan's instincts, the Nostramo man only responded with a bitter smile.

"Your instincts are right, Morgan: but useless."

"We'll never get there until the story ends."

"Remember this: for the most part, time is the home of subspace."

The original body left these three sentences, and then took his leave, and he also needed to take a break to prepare for the long journey ahead, leaving only the Spider Queen entrenched in his throne, quietly thinking.

……

"Are you thinking about what Conrad just said? Mother? ”

Half an hour later, when Virgo brought the tea to her, Morgan walked out of the ocean of the Civic, her head raised, moved her arm a little sore, then set up the armrest of the throne on that side, propped herself up, and by gravity, she fell on the back of the throne.

The original body stretched her limbs, her bones crackled, and her legs exchanged positions, and the left leg, which was originally pressed underneath, in turn squeezed the right leg to her side, and her feet probed forward to reach the boots, but in the end she quickly lost patience and lazily stomped it to the ground.

[Didn't think too much.] 】

The original body smiled weakly and took the tea from her daughter's hand.

[How do you listen to your tone, you are a little dissatisfied with Conrad?] Aniah? 】

“…… It's not dissatisfied. ”

Virgo hesitated for a moment, but the angry expression on her lips managed to evoke a smile on the face of the genotype.

"I just think that Conrad's words at the banquet will have a very bad effect on you: think of the gossip that has spread, mother, and your punishment for Conrad is too light."

[Is it slight?] 】

Morgan asked rhetorically.

[Didn't I do the same before, teaching this guy a lesson?] 】

"That's different."

Virgo's voice raises slightly.

"In the past, it would have taken me five minutes to clean the blood stains left by that guy, but after you taught him a lesson, the blood stains left behind were only enough for me to clean for three minutes."

【……】

Morgan blinked.

[Ahem, well: although the cause of this trouble can also be blamed on Conrad's head, isn't it too late for him to make amends after realizing the mistake he made? At the very least, he was the last person to save the scene. 】

[We have to be fair: Conrad made up for it, although it didn't make it up.] 】

"That ravage of marriage doesn't sound like a qualified rescue."

Virgo frowned: as Morgan's closest daughter and the administrative secretary reserved for herself by the original, Virgo knew better than her sisters the underlying rules of mortal politics, and knew better how rough Conrad's sentence of salvation was.

"That would have a very bad impact."

[If someone else said it, maybe it would.] 】

Morgan took a sip of his tea.

[But Conrad, no.] 】

“…… Why do you say that, Mother? Are you exculpating him: with all due respect, you cannot take sides with him in such a matter just because he is your brother. ”

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed: I don't know if it was her delusion, but in recent years, with the passage of time, her eldest daughter has become particularly sensitive and radical in the questions about her, even the smallest ones, and she is like an enraged bobcat, guarding those marginal territories that even Morgan himself does not care about.

…… That's not a bad thing, though.

The original body licked his lips, and the warm tea caressed the dry corners of his lips, but left an even more dry aftermath of the beard.

[Listen, Aniah.] 】

Morgan patiently explained.

[We all know that Conrad's words are rushing to save the scene, and the so-called marriage, although it is only a vulgar excuse, does have an explosive effect: at least at that moment, the attention of everyone present was attracted to him, and it was at this time that he told me the problem in his mind, and I can inform you that the damned transport truck was pushed away, and it did not cause a catastrophe. 】

"But the aftermath ......"

[Aftermath?] 】

The original body browled her eyebrows, and she let the tea brush the tip of her lips again.

[Tell me, Aniah: What is the image of my Nostramo brother in your eyes, or in the eyes of most people as you know?] 】

"Uh...... Lunatic? ”

[Yes, madman. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Although we all know that Conrad's madness is just some kind of disguise for him, in the eyes of the public, this genetic prototype of the Eighth Legion is a madman. 】

[So, here's the problem.] 】

[A madman's crazy words: Is it worth taking seriously?] 】

“……”

[Marriage is indeed a despicable excuse, but in terms of results, Conrad has done his job perfectly, he has attracted all the attention of the time with explosive words, and when the tide of explosions has receded, no one in his right mind will care about the words of Conrad this madman if he thinks about it for a moment. 】

Virgo hesitated.

"But anyway, it's also a kind of ......"

[Troublemaking? 】

“…… Almost. ”

"It's going to make him look like he's uneducated and people think you're a failure."

[Do I care about this?] 】

Morgan snorted.

[Besides, although Conrad's move does seem to be a very uneducated mischief, but in the final analysis, he is such a person: Conrad is very educated inside, but he doesn't need to show it on the surface all the time, and his inseparable troublemaking behavior is not also the position that the emperor gave him when he created Conrad? 】

[From the very beginning, my Nostramo brother was positioned as a spoiler, who was not destined to be a figure to be liked by everyone, and he was not destined to make things go in order. 】

[He was born for accidents and turns.] 】

[However, think about it: when Conrad first met with Killiman, he would stun my heirs, disrupt my legions, and almost cause war to break out among the Dawnbreakers and Ultramarines for the sake of his own bad tastes. 】

[And now, what is the reason for Conrad to start making trouble: it is to take the initiative to make up for the mistakes he has made before, to protect my interests in the shadows, and to prevent the dirt between the two legions from coming to the fore and thus triggering new disputes. 】

[In a word, for the benefit of others, and not for his own good: especially his own bad taste.] 】

The original body shook the teacup, her proud pupils reflected in the pale yellow tea.

[In the past, Conrad was a spoiler for his own malice, but now he is a spoiler for the benefit of others: the difference in motivation is the biggest difference, and this is the meaning of my education. 】

[Other than that, I don't care what other people will say about it.] 】

"I'm a genetic protologist. 】

[I am the only one who evaluates them, who among the ordinary people is qualified to judge me? 】

The original body's tirade ended with an arrogant snort, and she craned her neck and drank the tea from her cup.

[Still have any questions?] 】

“…… Those rumors. ”

[Rumors? What rumors? 】

"It's the rumors that the mortal bureaucrats are about to spread on Maculag: though there are not many signs yet, in time there will always be all sorts of strange rumors from Maculag to Holy Terra."

[Oh, that's right. 】

The original body nodded, and then, with extremely pure eyes, she looked at her daughter full of confusion.

What does that have to do with us? 】

“…… Yes? ”

Virgo was stunned.

"The rumor is about you and Killiman's marriage......"

[Isn't that the ambitious lord of Maculag deliberately letting it out so that he can further encroach on it in the future, and even swallow the foreshadowing of the entire Far Eastern frontier: that damned Otramar, who wants a formal aristocratic marriage, will empty his hands on the entire fertile land of the Far Eastern frontier to fuel the fire of ambition in his heart. 】

“……”

Looking at his somewhat stunned daughter, Morgan chuckled.

[What's the problem, Aniah?] 】

“…… No, Mother. ”

[That's good.] 】

Morgan laughed, she put down her empty teacup, and finally yawned lazily, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

[After drinking tea, I always feel a little sleepy. 】

"This is obviously a wake-up ......"

[Sleep with me for a while, Aniah.] 】

In the pupils of the original body, there is a reflection of a small arrogance that is casual.

“！！！”

Before Virgo could recover from her senses, Morgan stretched out her hand and brutally hugged her favorite daughter: Virgo is not a tall girl, her soft body is not even one and a half meters, full of delicate skin that can only be possessed in the prime of cardamom, so that when she is picked up, it is like a priceless soft treasure in the galaxy, which makes people pity.

There's one thing that the Spider Queen won't tell anyone: in fact, when she first designed Virgo, one of her first design goals was to create herself with the best pillow in the galaxy.

What could be better than an obedient, soft, docile and quiet daughter to cuddle up in your arms and sleep together?

In this way, the genogen rubbed her daughter's face affectionately, and did not forget to kiss it, and then, while stroking the soft hair of Virgo, she put her daughter's little head melon on top of the two fat dolphins on her chest.

[Sleep, my daughter. 】

[Don't think so much, don't be too tired, think about it in my arms: Remember, I am your mother, and you can always rely on my arms as you do now. 】

[As that person's child, I'm tired enough. 】

[So as a mother, I don't want my children to repeat my mistakes......]

[Got it?] 】

“…… Yes, Mother. ”

[That's good~Good night~]

Before falling into a false sleep, Morgan even glanced with satisfaction at Virgo, who was lying on her chest and quietly closing her eyes: although she had always felt that something was wrong with her Ania during these days, now that she was so meekly snuggled up to herself, it must have not exceeded her expectations.

Morgan is not a sluggish mother.

When her daughter desires, even if it is unintentional, she responds to make up for the insecurity in her heart and keep things out of control.

Because she believes in one thing: even the most abrupt and blunt response is better than silence without saying anything.

In the final analysis, how difficult can the interaction and intimacy between blood relatives be?

“……”

Virgo was silent.

She didn't seem to have much more to do.

She didn't need anything more.

“……”

In this way, Virgo's day, at least the first few hours of the day, ended in falling asleep with her mother.

For her, it couldn't have been a better ending.

(End of chapter)