"Mother, do you feel like you've been in a good temper lately?"

[How do you say?] 】

In the rising heat, Morgan's hair was a little damp, sticking to her forehead, making the original genotype's originally sharp blue-blue pupils appear blurry.

"Conrad just scolded you: but his internal organs were able to leave with him intact, and his arms were not removed by you this time, as if they were tickled: even if it was placed a few days ago, it would have been unthinkable to me."

"You haven't always insisted on keeping ...... in front of Conrad Dominant position? ”

[Ah...... There's no way around it. 】

The original stretched a little lazily, then kicked off the iron boots that were in the way, and pulled off the socks that had also become wet, and casually threw them into the destruction furnace beside them: the same fate suffered by the original body, and the sweat-stained elbow-length gloves of the original body, which had been wrapped in hand armor before, and now the inner walls were full of traces of the original body due to nervousness and fatigue when directing the battle.

Morgan tugged at the little objects on her body, and she already regretted why she had added these useless embellishments under her Olympiad cloak: but the reason for this was that the Lord of Avalon himself knew that it was a habit she had cultivated since her mortal days.

Morgan was always in the habit of covering herself tightly, and even after becoming the Original, this habit did not change, but became a symbol of some kind of majesty: as if the Prototype had not told anyone, she actually preferred cardigans to cardigans, capes, trench coats, and leather jackets to power armor, arcane cloaks, or one-piece dresses.

But she seldom chose these things, because they were not majestic: this was best reflected in Morgan's presence in a white mantle at a company commanders' meeting within the Legion, and the Terra-negotiable veterans looked at the warm, breathable fringed blanket that was about to bulge out of their eyes.

Therefore, in formal occasions, the original body can only choose to dress tightly, even if Morgan actually prefers cool or easy-going things inside: just like Virgo asks about Conrad, these are things that can't be helped.

Speaking of Conrad, though......

[Don't forget, he really made a contribution to this matter.] 】

The Lord of Avalon shook his head.

[Whether it was sending people to take the four rebels first, thus leaving Angron with a thought and using it as bait to lure him away from the battlefield, or forcibly bringing him back by thunderous means after the death of the last rebel, before the possibility of a change in Anglon's situation: he did indeed make great contributions. 】

[As he said before, no matter what the process is, it is enough that Angelon can now be in our hands with all his beards and tails: this must be the credit of Conrad, who is the hero of the Empire. 】

[And ......]

[On Nucheria, I have entrusted almost all of the things related to Anglon to Conrad: if Nukeria is compared to a war, my Nostramo brother is equivalent to a giant who is responsible for commanding an entire front alone, and he really completes every task assigned to him cleanly. 】

[This kind of merit is enough for him to win the immunity to be free to splash with me for a while, and he himself knows it: wait and see, when we leave Nukeria, this kid will be as honest and obedient as a space wolf in front of me. 】

The Spider Empress smiled helplessly.

[I will tolerate him: just as the emperor will tolerate me.] 】

"So...... Is this a transaction? ”

[It's a reward.] 】

The primordial blinked.

[After all, I don't really have to give anything.] 】

[And Conrad does deserve this reward: if nothing else, is it better than the old bastard who squatted on his own ship the whole time, and did nothing but stand stupidly, and did nothing? 】

“……”

[What's wrong, Aniah?] 】

"Well, I was just thinking about ......"

"Maybe Conrad's insulting remarks to you are actually a ...... Family traditions? ”

【Traditional?】 】

Morgan snorted.

[I haven't heard my Genetic Father greet his Genetic Father, and I'm not even sure if our great human lord is viviparous: Seriously, it's hard for you to imagine that a powerful figure like an emperor has parents like a normal person. 】

[The emperor is most likely also a child of the genoplasm type: no father and no mother. 】

"Well, that means ......"

Virgo thought for a moment.

"Conrad actually learned from you?"

【……】

"Boom!"

"Oops!"

#摩根号使用了【Bra】#

#摩根号击沉了室女座号#

[What do you think about all day long: Go and get me a dry bath towel.] 】

"Hmm...... Good good. ”

Virgo's response was accompanied by the sound of her shredded footsteps, fading away on the snow-white tiles that adorned the silver round sun, like summer thunder echoing in the hollow.

Behind her, the Lord of Avalon remained silent for a while, and after watching her daughter disappear, she lowered her eyebrows, untied her close-fitting garment, hung it on the outstretched wings of the Statue of Victory, and stepped up the marble staircase.

The original first tested the water temperature. With his right foot first, he slid into the clear water, and the rippling ripples dragged away the two blue water lilies closest to the Lord of Avalon, until one of them was caught by the toes of the original body, and with a little force, hooked back.

The Spider Empress grasped the unfortunate thing in the pool, and muttered to herself in a whisper of confusion as she fiddled with the inky purple spots on the back of the blue sepals.

[Hmm...... So ......]

[I taught Conrad badly? 】

——————

"Still, I'm confused about one question, mother."

[Say it.] 】

“…… Wait a minute. ”

Virgo frowned suddenly, she turned her head sideways, raised one arm, and pinched the tendon line under her arm with two fingers, carefully adjusting: after handing in the dry bath towel, the eldest daughter of the genetic protogen needed to find a one-piece bathing suit from the nearby locker before entering the private bath of the Lord of Avalon.

After all, Morgan's bath is no different from a pool for Virgo: even if she is thrown into the real ocean, the Sletoile Maid, who combines the efforts of two genetic agents and has undergone Morgan's uninterrupted upcycling for twenty years, can swim to the nearest shore at a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour.

Still, even such a mermaid in the water, when she swam to her genetic mother, leaned in awe to her mother's side and ask her question: a question that accompanied the porthole, the Nukeria, who had been completely killed.

"Now that we have established that everything on Nukeria is a conspiracy of the Blood God, then why do we go so far as to issue an extinction order to this world: if the Blood God's gaze has been diverted back to subspace with defeat, isn't there nothing in this world itself worthy of our destruction?"

[You want to know why?] 】

The original body glanced at his daughter.

"Well, I'm a little weird."

Virgo scratched the side of her ear.

"If everything on Nukeria was created by the will of the blood god, then how did we get so many creations and technologies from above: if not, then why did those people above disappear?"

Because the gods can only guide the real universe, not create it. 】

Morgan replied as she slowly sank into the pool, her shoulders resting on the specially made cushions, the crackling of bones came from her flesh, and the scattered silver strands of hair were scattered, some rising and falling with the current, and the rest clinging to the two oily harp seal cubs, allowing them to collide like two full moons on the surface of a lake.

Virgo's gaze inadvertently crossed over the two seal cubs, and she also became resentful: either of these two fat and strong [little ones] raised by the original body under their necks were bigger than Virgo's head: the only thing that made her feel comfortable was that they were indeed very comfortable when they were pillowed on them.

It wasn't until the crest of the rising wave began to beat her collarbone that the original body stopped sinking, and motioned with her eyes for her daughter to fetch the hot towel next to her, pinning the wet hair behind her ears, and in a soft voice expounding the truths she had just learned: these truths were the most she had learned from Nukeria.

[Listen, Aniah.] 】

[An existence like the Blood God can influence the real universe with its will, for example, let those high-level riders invent, find or inherit things such as butcher's nails and anesthetics for various reasons: but since these things themselves exist in the real universe, they naturally cannot disappear out of thin air because of the blood god's shifting gaze. 】

"Why, then, did those Nukerians disappear into thin air?"

Virgo placed a folded hot towel on the original body's forehead.

[This involves the Demon Domain, and the projection of the gods in the real universe, not something that can be explained in a few words, nor is it something that you need to remember: Remember, Aniah, if you encounter something about subspace that you can't understand, then don't think about it anymore, thinking about it will also bring danger. 】

"Okay."

Virgo nodded, but she was not disappointed by Morgan's words: after all, she was not the commissioner in charge of subspace among the stellar maids, besides......

In Nukeria's situation, it is reasonable for something that is unreasonable and unexplainable, right?

[It's good to know.] 】

The original body tilted its head, closed its eyes, and enjoyed it comfortably.

[Don't dwell on the strange things that happen to Nukeria, or even the world itself: just as I have received a lot of advanced technology from Nukeria, but I don't intend to use them on a large scale, these drawings will be the perfect bargaining chip for me to trade with the Forge World, nothing more.] 】

[As for Nukeria itself.] 】

The original body laughed.

[Extermination order is the best answer.] 】

[We choose to destroy it: no matter what it will eventually become because of the indifference of the blood god, but before that, we must use the extermination order to completely destroy it. 】

[Not for anything else.] 】

[But just ask for peace of mind.] 】

[It doesn't matter whether the world of Nukeria is nothing: after cutting off all its ties with Angelon, it is important to let it disappear completely, anyway, the great cause of the imperial country is not bad, and it is not bad for this extermination order, let alone the resources of such a slave world. 】

[Life is the emperor's currency, but sometimes, we just have to spend a lot of money. 】

The bold words flowed from the mouth of the Lord of Avalon, symbolizing the end of the conversation: when Morgan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the breath of psionic energy spewed milky white smoke throughout the room, obscuring the dim Nukeria outside the string window, and the last bit of interest in the world vanished.

Angron's home planet will be completely forgotten by Morgan and her empire: perhaps even the Children of the Mountain and the War Dogs will not be remembered for the rest of their lives, and they may become a unique legion without their own Legion's home planet.

Just let it be a thing of the past, it's a good thing for anyone.

This thought determined the next move of the genotype: she snapped her fingers to activate the illusions in the room, causing them to adjust their luster over the bath, eventually forming a skylight that enveloped the entire bath, and outside the skylight, the milky white fog finally spat out the dark night and goose feather snow.

They are, of course, false: but enough to confuse the real with the false.

Lying in the warm spring, looking up at the skylight that seems to be real, and the fluttering overnight falling begonias, there is indeed a bit of a refreshing artistic conception: it's just that this false thing can't replace reality after all, and it will make people feel bored after a few minutes, and for the genetic prototype, this is just one of the several background boards prepared for themselves and their daughters to relax.

Compared to this, Morgan actually prefers the [Dessert Army] background: the War Dog Titan, made of doughnuts and cheesecake, is so spectacular that it can make people drool.

But now, snowy nights are better: what they need is rest, a wonderful rest.

Morgan likes to rest.

At this time, she and Virgo don't have to do anything: the former is not the genetic protogen, and the latter is not the administrative secretary on which the genetic protogen depends, they can be like ordinary blood mothers and daughters, with warm towels on their foreheads, and herbal tea and apple pie on the steps behind them, just leaning side by side in the rippling spring water, watching the rising heat, and the various water lilies looming in the heat, casually chatting about impromptu topics.

As for why there are still water lilies in the waters where the original body can feel the [warmth]: these so-called water lilies that were specially created by the biological sages who forged the world of Reza and dedicated to the original body as a gift can even thrive in the boiler room of the Glory Queen-class battleship, who knows what is inside them?

Morgan needed this kind of time as a rest now, because she knew very well that Anglon's affairs were far from being solved: no matter how hard the war on Nukeria was, it only allowed Angelon to temporarily free himself from the influence of the blood god, and if he wanted the children of the mountain to be completely safe, then Morgan would have to fight for a while.

Presumably...... A few months?

After all, if the necromantic technology brought by Tarasin and the original body want to be thoroughly eaten and reversed to imitate, even with the help of the emperor, it is not a simple matter: a few months of research time is just the most optimistic estimate in Morgan's heart.

Take advantage of the time you can: she will have to be busy in the future.

【……】

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon couldn't help frowning, and shook his head self-deprecatingly: she obviously said that she was going to rest, why did she unconsciously start thinking about these jobs? It's really self-defeating.

The original body spit on herself inwardly, but Virgo, who was beside her, was not aware of this: after putting her arms around her mother's shoulders and leaning on the chubby dolphin's softness, and after a short nap, Virgo opened her eyes, and her fingers were keenly aware that the skin of the Mother of Genes seemed to be much rougher than the last time she bathed.

If you think about it carefully, Morgan during this period of time is indeed lacking in maintenance, and the 224 bottles and cans in her dressing room have been locked up in the cold palace for a long time: although the lazy Lord of Avalon didn't use them often before, she rarely did not dress up for a long time like now, relying purely on the psionic effects of [born perfect] to strengthen her external image.

Morgan didn't really look like a woman in this respect: but in that sense she really looked more like the daughter of an emperor than some son.

"Mother."

Virgo raised her head, her fingers running down the clavicle of the original body all the way over the mountains, and finally pressed the curled arc, and after confirming the conjecture in her heart, she sent her own advice to the mother of her genes.

"Would you like to put on some balm?"

[I'm not in the mood for the time being.] 】

Morgan snorted, indulging in the warm heat.

[Besides, this kind of thing, it's useless to wipe it alone once.] 】

"But we've recently bought new goods."

Virgo glanced at the cosmetics storage cabinet that took up half of the wall: on the other side of the wall was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which was also a psionic artifact, allowing the original to stand in front of it and see any corner of the Aurora.

Virgo continued to instigate.

"It was a tribute from the Salamath Sector a few months ago: it was said that the ingredients for this balm only came from a specific dead world in the sector, and it worked so well that it could make an Ogli's skin as silky as that of an emperor's son."

【…… Then give it a try. 】

Morgan was amused: she apparently didn't believe Virgo's claims.

[But you bring my pizza first, I'm a little hungry.] 】

"Okay."

Virgo nodded, and then, like a swift soaring in the air, leaped back and forth on the slippery tiled floor, and quickly completed all the work, the skin cream was caught under her armpit, and as for the pizza, as it had been countless times before, just put the king-sized plate directly on the body of the fat dolphin floating on the water: the original body has always eaten like this in the bath, and it has always been very stable, and it can even put two at the same time, and add a cup of tea.

In this way, Virgo stirred the skin cream in her arms while patiently waiting for her genetic mother to finish the whole pizza, and looked forward to the moment when she helped her mother apply the skin cream: Virgo's small movements did not escape Morgan's sight, and when she raised her head again, she was greeted by the smiling pupils of the Lord of Avalon.

[What, Aniah? 】

[Do you want to wipe it on me yourself?] 】

The original object's inquiry was met with her daughter blinking innocently, and Virgo leaned over to her genetic mother, rubbed Morgan's shoulder unusually well, and made a silent plea: and the original body rewarded her with a brain meltdown.

[I don't want to think about it, little guy, how old are you, and how old am I: I remember when I made you, because of the lack of materials and the reason for the initial design, the net height of the final design was 147cm. 】

[You're not even as tall as my legs.] 】

The original body tapped his collarbone, and his words were not without pride, and as if to prove his point, Morgan adjusted his sitting position in the spring, and then with a little force on one leg below the water level, he easily lifted the Virgo: while Virgo's feet were suspended in the air, the base of the thigh of the Lord of Avalon was still hidden in the shadow of the body and the water.

[Look. 】

The original body triumphantly held his daughter's whiteness in his hands: it was not even as big as Morgan's palm.

[I'm a genetic prototype after all, although I'm not as tall as Johnson or Horus, who is more than four meters tall, and I'm not as good as the Vulcan, who is almost six meters tall when fully armed, but I'm still a giant more than three meters tall, and even my thighs and calves are more than two meters long, almost two-thirds of my entire height......]

"Yes 64.56%, mother."

Virgo spoke, correcting the blurred numbers of the original.

【…… Well? 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

[How do you know this?] 】

"Have you forgotten?"

Virgo nodded her braincase.

"When you were just reunited with the Dawnbreaker Legion, the Emperor's medical department conducted a comprehensive examination of you, including various physical data: although the weight column was erased by your own hands, the rest of the data is backed up by me."

【……】

Morgan tilted his head and snorted.

[That...... I forgot ......]

[Well, tell me, my Aniah: what have you recorded?] 】

The original body's voice was not serious, this was the most basic curiosity, but her eldest daughter instinctively raised her face when she reported the body data after being put down, and it looked like she was reporting some classified documents.

"In terms of basic body data, it is recorded in my memory array as follows: excluding the special situation that you are a psionic agent and can change your appearance at will, just as you are a primordial, your original height and various data are like this......"

"The height is 320.44cm."

"Of these, the height from the toes to the navel is 206.89 cm."

[Well, maybe a little taller than my Hydra brother.] 】

Morgan smiled.

"As for the bust and underbust, they are 165.08 and 134.45, respectively."

"The waist circumference is 108.48."

"The hip circumference is 172.68."

"These are all centimeters."

"And the foot size: your custom boots were size sixty-six."

【…… Dangerous numbers. 】

"Maybe, just a coincidence?"

[No, I'd rather dismiss this as some kind of dangerous "coincidence.] 】

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

[So, Aniah: When we're done with Nukeria, you're going to throw away all my boots and get them in a sixty-seven or sixty-eight yard. 】

“…… Thrown? ”

[How?] Any questions? 】

"Hmm...... I just think ......"

Virgo hesitated.

"Rather than throwing them away: wouldn't it be more cost-effective for us to give them to the Daybreakers?"

【……】

The Spider Empress furrowed her eyebrows.

[Why are you learning more and more perverted from Conrad, Aniah, don't mess with this kind of bad boy in the future: even Conrad won't ask for my used toothbrush bucket, or worn boots or anything.] 】

"Actually, I will."

【…… Ha?!! 】

He ...... He made a deal with your Daybreaker. ”

【…… Yes? What? 】

"Conrad is in charge of supplying, and your children are treating him to dinner."

【……】

How do you know about this? 】

"Actually, not long after, the constellation of Sagittus on Avalon sent me a report."

She said that Company Commander Marshall, who remained in Avalon, was discussing with the legion councils to build a church on Avalon's satellite, which would cover an area of about 200,000 square meters and accommodate hundreds of thousands of people at the same time: however, because the satellite was a military satellite, it didn't actually have any permanent population other than the Daybreaker and his minions.

【…… So, does this have anything to do with this? 】

"Do you know what that church is called?"

【……】

"It's called: The projection of the sacred and noble living room of the Mother of our great genes."

【……】

"By the way, according to the survey, every time you invite the Dawnbreakers to dinner, you give them bowls and plates for food, and after they bring them back, they are sent to that church in a variety of ways: they are almost as tall as Vulcan."

【……】

[So: Are they going to lick those plates all over again?] 】

"No, they're piling those plates and bowls up in a strange way, so that when the daylight shines through the skylight of the church, this statue can project on the ground what you look like when you serve them a meal."

【…… So? 】

"Then, the Dawnbreakers who remain in Avalon, every meal time, gather in this room in the church and gather around this projection where you serve your meal......"

And then: look at it...... Dinner. ”

(End of chapter)