[Okay, let me brush it up.] 】

[Perturabo has just suffered a painful defeat.] 】

[And Dorne will stand in front of Perturabo at this time, as a supporter, as a witness, as a manifestation of Divine Terra's loss of trust in Perturabo: and with his terrible mouth.] 】

[At the same time, the unlucky guy in the middle of these two guys: it will be me.] 】

【……】

[So, is this the little price that Machado said?] 】

Sitting on his throne, the Lord of Avalon with his face curled, two slender eyebrows outlining an arc that symbolized distress, and in the empty throne room, only Morgan's eldest maid stood not far from her, surrounded by flickering memory storage arrays.

What do you think, Aniah? 】

After a moment of contemplation, the primordial body's gaze finally rested on Virgo's body.

There is no way, a huge Twenty-third Expeditionary Fleet, a dawnbreaker of a few thousand and a million mortal elites, plus all kinds of uninvited, dead or alive metal creations, can make up a galactic species exhibition garden: but these gathering heroes, snake gods, bull ghosts combined on this matter, can not compare to the memory storage in Virgo's mind.

Rather than believing in Rana or Talasin, it is better to believe in the public relations crisis memo that Morgan left for himself decades ago when he had not officially returned to the Human Empire, and believe in the coldness and ruthlessness of the [Soul Drinker] who has disappeared from the Human Empire.

The original body made up her mind in her heart, but when she closed her eyes, wondering what to do, while waiting for her eldest daughter's response, Morgan suddenly realized: her daughter's silence seemed to be too long?

[Aniah? 】

“…… Please wait, Mother. ”

Morgan opened his pupils and saw that Virgo was rubbing her temples in some distress, which was a reflection of her inability to find the corresponding answer in the first place, and this scene made Morgan frown: this kind of sight is rare, and it is not a good thing.

You know, in the more than 40 years since she created Virgo, the Spider Queen may have given up a lot of habits one after another, but she has always insisted on constantly upgrading the hardware and software for her eldest daughter, especially when it comes to file storage and anti-subspace protection.

Many of the high-end parts and subspace maintenance devices in Virgo's body were made by Morgan's hand at the hands of the human master: these seemingly painless little gifts added up piecemeal, which was the emperor's reward for Morgan's excellent performance in the Nucaria incident.

Of course, the other stellar maids naturally have corresponding transformations and strengthenings: Morgan's two most common methods when dealing with his relationship with these precious daughters are to keep a bowl of water level on the whole, and to show his favoritism in private, so that each daughter feels that she is the special one.

This is not a lie, because each star maid is indeed the most special one in Morgan's eyes, they just get Morgan's most extreme love in different fields, but in general, there is no difference between advantages and inferiors.

"I'm fine, mother."

Virgo was silent for two seconds, her eyes cleared again, and she shook her head.

"Because there are so many information and memos about the original body that you have stored with me, it will take a while to search them completely: how about you give me a few keywords?"

[Let me think about ......]

Morgan's fingers tapped on the throne.

[The original body, the relationship, and the two ends are gasped. 】

"Primordial, relational ......"

Virgo whispered, typed the keywords into his mind, and finally started the big data search again, followed by ......

"Bang-"

With a crisp abrupt sound, Virgo's body leans back, her face facing the ceiling, her eyes rolling, and she is in a twitch for a moment, unable to move: a manifestation of computational overload.

Fortunately, before the Lord of Avalon could stand up anxiously, Virgo recovered and looked at her helplessly, with a few slightly scorched curls still on the tips of her hair.

"One hundred and twenty-three thousand six hundred search results in total, Mother, the earliest one dates back to the day you made me: do you need me to enter the two keys of Dorne and Peturabo?"

【…… Okay. 】

Morgan fell back to her throne, covering her face a little helplessly and waving her hand.

"In that case, the number of search results dropped to 2,200."

Virgo blinked.

"Do you want to hear the most conservative one, or do you want to hear the most radical one?"

[Let's start with the most conservative ones.] 】

Behind the palm of her hand, the Spider Queen's voice sounded a little urn-like.

"The radical approach is: go back to Perturabo now, then have your legion merge with his legion, end this expedition before Dorne arrives, and wipe out the Pocket Empire and Herud Alien within a month."

【…… Is this the conservative approach? 】

"Compared to the radicals, yes."

[The radical method? 】

"The early steps are the same, now return to the Iron Warriors Legion, then find Perturabo and convince him to cooperate with Dorne's Imperial Fists Legion, and then the three legions will work together to complete this expedition and destroy each other's pocket empires and Herud Xenomorphs."

【…… Are you saying the opposite? 】

"No, Mother."

Virgo shook her head solemnly.

"For more than forty years, you have consistently believed that persuading Perturabo to cooperate with Dorn was a more radical approach than destroying any powerful enemy in a month."

【…… Truly. 】

[Isn't that a little safer?] 】

"There is one with the highest success rate."

Virgo tapped her temples, and her pupils were filled with countless words.

"Now immediately contact Lord Conrad, who is leading the Eighth Legion on an expedition, and ask him to drive some of the ghoul stars to the edge of the Far Eastern Frontier, and use this as an excuse to leave: in the face of the meeting between Perturabo and Dorn, escaping in time is the best way to succeed and survive."

【Hiss ......】

Morgan took a deep breath.

[The previous me, was it already so smart? 】

"But I must warn you, Mother, that whatever option we choose, we must first return to the Iron Warriors and meet Lord Perturabo."

[Why?] 】

"Because the main force of the Iron Warriors is still stationed in the front line, and the reinforcement order from Terra should have been received by Lord Perturabo: given that the Imperial Fist is still a month away from arriving here, we must stop Perturabo from ...... this month"

"Sent the Fourth Legion away."

【…… Aniah. 】

[Notice, speed up, and go now!] 】

"Understood, Mother."

“……”

"Do you think we can catch up?"

【…… Can we catch up? 】

——————

+ It doesn't matter. ＋

+ Not at all important. ＋

+ This kind of problem derived from the decision is not worth worrying about, we just need to make this decision, give this order, show this attitude, and that's it. ＋

+ As for what the people who received the news thought: the wise people understood what we meant, and the people who didn't understand or were stupid, I didn't expect anything from the beginning. ＋

+ I only need the help of those who are able-bodied, and those who are mediocre or ungifted in this area should not make trouble for me when it comes to solving problems: this is the core idea of my work in the distribution of power and the entrustment of heavy responsibilities to others.

+ So, do you understand? ＋

+ My dear friend, Machado? ＋

“……”

Machado took a deep breath.

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand, Apocalypse."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if a dark cloud of thunder was brewing.

"I'd just like to ask: Is that the whole purpose of your trip is that you came back from the front line of the Great Expedition to make a mess of the papers on my desk, and then took out this letter and asked me to sign the stupid green-skinned philosophy of [Ordering Dorne to support Perturabo]?"

+Hmm...... If you want...... ＋

The Lord of Humanity pondered for a moment.

+ I can also come and visit you by the way, my friend, as if I miss you. ＋

“…… Thank you, but I don't miss you. ”

The face of the Palm Seal is as cold as the snow on Invit, the home planet of Dorne.

"May I remind you, Apocalypse, among the group of [prodigies] you gave birth to, Morgan is already an extremely rare guy who can barely reassure me in terms of ability and character: before her, only Riemanrus can meet this standard, but you know, Riemanrus is a person who can't bear things many times, and Morgan is better than him in this regard."

"So, if you don't give me a proper reason to explain that you have to throw such a galactic mess to Morgan in my name, so that I can't even keep my only reliable partner: then don't blame me for taking the paid vacation I have accumulated for two hundred years, and go and withdraw it now."

＋…… ＋

The emperor's face hesitated for a moment, and for a moment, he actually looked innocent, especially when the words [paid vacation] passed from the emperor's forehead, the eyes of the Lord of Mankind were blank, as if a barbarian had just heard the words [aerospace].

+ Paid holidays? Did I have this decree when I set up the Empire? ＋

"Of course you don't have such a conscience."

The Palm Printer sneered.

Unhurriedly, he pulled out an application from his robe that looked old, and on the left and right corners of the application were the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, which symbolized Terra, and the Eternal Sun, which symbolized Avalon.

"However, when that precious girl of yours visited Holy Terra, she once presented me with a gift package for the Far Eastern Frontier, and this permanent citizenship application is one of the components: as long as I fill in my name, I will be considered the legal clerk of Avalon, and I will be entitled to twenty to twenty-five days of paid vacation per year, and it can be stacked."

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity stared at the application, which seemed to have been rubbed for at least ten years, as if he were looking at his own death warrant, he coughed solemnly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the application, but Machado, who had already taken precautions, just flicked his fingers and let it disappear without a trace.

"Think beautifully."

＋…… Cough...... My friend...... ＋

+ Actually...... ＋

"Reason."

The Palm Sealer stared gloomily at his titular sovereign, especially as his gaze glanced at the papers that had been swept to the ground by the Emperor and blown everywhere, and his numb gaze made even the human lord shy away.

"Tell me why you put Morgan, Dorne, and Perturabo together: Don't you know what the relationship is between your two sons of steel and stone?"

"If in the beginning, the two of them could still appreciate each other, but now, Peturabo's perception of Dorn can be said to be getting worse and worse, and I wouldn't be surprised if one day, Perturabo and even the entire Iron Warriors Legion regard Dorne and his Seventh Legion as enemies."

"You know, right? Apocalypse?. ”

＋…… ＋

The Emperor was silent and sighed, his face completely serious.

+ Of course I do. ＋

+ So, after learning that Perturabo was on this expedition with Morgan, and that Dorne happened to have time, I rushed back and asked you to transfer Dorne's legion to the Kraken Abyss: yes, I did it on purpose to bring the three of them together.

"But you know ......"

+ But I know that the relationship between Perturabo and Dorne is gradually deteriorating, but it has not yet reached such a bad point: because they have not been in contact with it much, because Dorne's honor is not so obvious, because the terrible war that Perturabo has experienced has not completely broken his temper, and thus made him hate Dorne through and through. ＋

+ For at this moment there is still an appreciation between them, and a faint possibility of refitting them: although they can never be friends. ＋

+ I know, my friends, I know. ＋

The Emperor's gaze shifted downward, and he stared at the wrinkled face of the palm print, and the words in his mouth penetrated into the heart like nails, causing Machado's breath to stop for a moment: although the Palm Seal had never had the slightest doubt about the Emperor's ability, he had never imagined that he would be able to hear such candid words from the Emperor now.

"But you ......"

+ That's right. ＋

The Emperor nodded.

+ I put Morgan, Dorne and Peturabo together, just to let my daughter try to see if I could bridge the bond between my two sons. ＋

"At this time?"

+ Or else? ＋

The emperor smiled, a little bitter.

+ Will it be necessary to wait until Perturabo has gone to the extreme, until Perturabo has found that his honor is completely unrivaled by Dorne, and when Perturabo has all the fire of jealousy directed towards a showdown with Dorne, and then let Morgan make a futile effort between them? ＋

+ Or do you expect either Dorne or Perturabo to bow their heads? ＋

“……”

+ Do it now, at least there is a faint chance of success, at least it will not make the problem too unsolvable: you know Morgan's abilities better than I do in this regard, Machado, even if she fails in the end, she will not fail to the point of setting herself on fire, and no matter how bad the relationship between Perturabo and Dorn is, it will only be worse than that bottom line, and there will be no additional losses. ＋

+ And if their relationship can be slightly improved by Morgan's activities and this expedition, it will be a good thing for the entire Great Expedition and indeed for the entire human empire: what can we hesitate about with such a considerable return on success and such a small cost of failure? ＋

“……”

The Palm Sealer was silent, as he had done countless times before, still trying to convince his lord of motives, reasons, or righteousness, and even he himself had been impressed by the Emperor's outrageous explanations: the only thing that worried Machado was the feasibility of such a fantastical plan.

"But, Apocalypse, did you discuss this plan with Morgan beforehand?"

+ No: she will not know all this until she gets your decree. ＋

“……”

+ What's wrong, my friend? ＋

"Nothing, but there is one thing I want to tell you in advance, the apocalypse: if I cannot receive a penny of tax from the Far Eastern Frontier, the Five Hundred Worlds, or even from Nostramo, you must not blame me for it."

+ Does it matter? ＋

“…… You don't care, you make a note! ”

#昨日重现般的讨价还价#

"But, Apocalypse: how can you be sure that Morgan, after receiving this decree and understanding your request, will honestly follow your request and carry out this fantastical plan, instead of running away? There were at least three ways she could justify her way out of the expedition and back to Avalon. ”

+ Machado, do you remember what I said to you earlier? ＋

"Which one?"

+ I placed Morgan by her blood brothers, not only to let her influence her blood brothers, but also to let her blood brothers influence her in turn. ＋

+ Keep your doubts and worries in your stomach, my friend, maybe thirty or forty years ago, Morgan would have retreated to Avalon, but now? ＋

+ She couldn't bear it. ＋

“……”

+ What's more, it's not like I haven't arranged enough helpers for my precious daughter. ＋

“…… Who are you referring to? Have you assigned any of the forbidden troops? ”

+ No, I have sent the most competent men. ＋

The Lord of Humanity smiled confidently.

——————

+ Dorne. ＋

“……”

"Dorne ??!!"

+ yes, Dorne. ＋

The Emperor nodded, and he turned away, not caring about Machado's horror.

+ Trust me, my friend, I'm not joking with you. ＋

+Dorne ...... ＋

+ is a very sociable character. ＋

+ This son of mine has inherited my talent in this area. ＋

(End of chapter)