[I'm curious, Donne: I swear I'm just a little curious.] 】

[But I want to know: Suppose, I mean, if I accidentally break this blanket of yours, will it have any irreparable adverse effects on our relationship?] 】

“……”

Rogdorn did not reply to Morgan's smile, but glanced stiffly at the blanket he had placed beside him: it lay there intact, apparently well cared for, and that every strand on it had been carefully smoothed, and that the edges, which were already showing signs of wear, had been skillfully mended.

All of this was seen by Dorne, and he squeezed out a smile.

"No, Morgan, because that's my problem: if I gave this thing to you on my own initiative, then if I didn't make a sufficient assessment of your character and abilities before handing it over, and that it would be damaged, then the main cause would be mine."

"For secondary causes, it is necessary to determine whether the cause of the damage is subjective or objective."

——————

Before Morgan could speak, the Iron Lord asked excitedly, but he didn't suspect that Dorne was inevitably a strange statement, but just hit the Spider Queen with curiosity: Fighting in the ring with this pair of fast-talking guys really made Morgan feel tired.

This somewhat abrupt turn of events plunged the Invites into a longer silence, and he lowered his head and looked at the piece of cake that lay in his hand, as if he were looking at something indescribable beyond his worldview and understanding.

“…… Acceptable. ”

"Occasionally, I do."

The Spider Empress smiled, and she bent down slightly to lean closer to her heir's ear.

Before they could do anything, for example, before Dorne could put down the cake in his hand, the dusty Olympians pushed open the heavy door, then smashed it back without mercy, locking out the guards of all three legions at once.

After all, as the Far Eastern Frontier continues to expand, Morgan has changed the path of early brutal expansion and selectively carved out new territories: either those with great potential or abundant materials, or those with special value, such as those that can connect the Spider Empress with her most important Mecha ally, Reza, or it will be difficult for other sectors to qualify for Avalon.

"What's wrong, Morgan?"

The Spider Empress glanced at her Inwitt brothers, and saw Dorne's genuine doubts, she just felt a twitch inside herself, but on the surface she still had to maintain a smile, a smile that looked rather helpless.

【…… Lana? 】

[Probability: Yes.] 】

"You mean, the Petura Expo doesn't want to see me garrison on it?"

"I plan to set up a permanent fortress in this imperial world, and then leave at least one small team of troops stationed to ensure the Empire's control here: considering that many of the colonists in this batch are excellent soldiers recruited from the wild world, I don't mind temporarily listing this as one of the alternative recruitment sites for the Seventh Legion."

But in any case, both men deserve equal respect from Morgan: if the emperor gave them the brilliance of humanity when he shaped the genetic prototype, then Donn and Gilliman must have inherited the most.

[Have you forgotten, Dorne: this world was defeated at the beginning of the expedition by Perturabo himself, where he threw in seven large battalions and lost the vast majority of them. 】

But this warm moment didn't stay long in front of Morgan's eyes: the sound of heavy breathing and steel footsteps appeared almost out of thin air, so fast that even the two genetic protogens in the room could not react.

Despite his rough movements, Perturabo's countenance was light-hearted: it looked like something pleasing to him, and when he looked at the two blood relatives in the room, his first words were friendly.

Morgan nodded, looking away, and though she could notice that Lana was still staring at the blanket with a rather regretful gaze before taking the order to leave, she was no longer worried: since Lana had agreed to her, he would not go against the Original's wishes anyway.

Dorn was silent for a moment, and he didn't seem to immediately react to what Morgan had to do with what he had thought: the Fist of the Empire's protogenitor pondered for a few seconds before he asked his blood relatives in great uncertainty.

[That's good.] 】

[Most likely, no: after all, there are no good memories for him here, and the large battalions that participated in the battle were either promoted to the main force by him, or suffered heavy losses and had already withdrawn their establishment, according to custom, he would not send other large battalions to garrison here. 】

Morgan wasn't unaware that her heirs liked to do boring things on weekdays, and she even guessed that it might be due to the fact that the Daybreakers themselves did not have heavy military tasks, and that there was no fashion within the Legion to be brave and ruthless, so that most of the soldiers in the Second Legion actually became idle.

“……”

[By the way, go and call Virgo, she should have her things ready.] 】

In a trance, Morgan only felt like he was back on the Dawning Goddess, learning how to eat while watching the mortal children's kindergarten: the Spider Queen had always liked to peek at these warm moments.

“……”

"All supplies have arrived, and hundreds of spaceship colonists, officials, and mechanics will be the only group of Imperial settlers in the Kraken Abyss: a guarantee of the continuation of the successes of this costly expedition."

…… It's broken, I already knew I wasn't lazy......

“……！”

Morgan opened her mouth, not knowing for a moment whether to defend Perturabo or reveal to Dorne the damn temper of their Olympian brothers: but in the end, the desire to survive made the Spider Queen not want to get involved in a similar needlepoint confrontation again, maybe she should say something to change the subject?

After all, the reason they stayed here was to wait for their Olympian brothers to join them here, and Perturabo could arrive at any moment: although he would theoretically have to fight in the rear of the battle line for some time, the unreasonable subspace voyage succeeded in bringing the Fourth Legion, which was supposed to arrive in a month's time, in advance.

But the Lord of Avalon, who was brainstorming, apparently did not hear what Rogdorn said to Perturabo across the table: because Dorn's tone sounded like a report on the military situation at the front.

Only when you have the ability, the consciousness, and even the necessary dirty means can you really do something great, otherwise, you are just a dreamer's mansion: Morgan has always thought so anyway.

In the Spider Queen's mind, they are even closer to the concept of perfection than Fogham or St. Giles, but Dorne's standout point is his resolute character and noble character, while Killiman's brightest point is the almost immaculate ideal.

Her tone was dry, and she was left with the most instinctive politeness.

"Where are they?"

"Do you want to have some?" 】

"Cake? Do you still make cakes? ”

Perturabo asked, for all he saw was an empty plate, but then the Olympians realized where the cake was: the happy look on his face disappeared in an instant.

But then, the Spider Empress realized that she was not the only one watching Dorne, not far behind Morgan, the most trusted child of the Lord of Avalon, her Praetorian Guardkeeper Lana, was also staring at the Lord of the Imperial Fist who had disappeared into the room: to be more specific, she was staring at the blanket in the palm of the Imperial Fist, as if she were staring at some treasure that was about to be lost forever.

"We care about the end result and some of the effects it might have."

Compared to them, St. Giles is too high, although the distance between the original body and the mortal is like a heavenly ravine, but this sense of disparity is especially serious in the archangel, as for Vulcan? His humanity lacks sufficient ability to support it, and it is inevitable that he will be a little fragile and difficult to support himself.

After all, if her brothers had the right to demand their children because of the standards in their hearts, then why couldn't Morgan be tolerant of his own children?

Whose child is not a child?

[Lemon-flavored crusty cake, I deliberately added a little extra calories, because I heard that on your home planet, Invit, there is a general craving for high-calorie food: don't you try it? 】

【……】

"Does he have a plan to garrison troops in this critical periphery world?"

The Praetorian Guard Steward held his head high, his voice mournful as if he had taken on a mortal mission.

"I assure you: there will be relevant departments to deal with it, and they are very experienced."

Morgan would not be like her naïve Otramar brothers, who were greedy enough to expand the territory of the Five Hundred Worlds, not only to the outer side of the Milky Way, but also to the Maelstrom and even to the Solar Field: she had even heard that in the Octarius Sector, which is located at the junction of the Solar and Far Eastern Regions, there were already sporadic worlds that had sworn allegiance to Killyman.

[Ah...... yes......]

[I don't care what you and that guy do on a daily basis, but that blanket is a very important thing for my brother, and he is also a very important relationship for me: So, don't be stupid about this, my child. 】

"What are you doing?"

“……”

“…… I promise! Mother! ”

Thank you for your answer, brother. 】

[And the fortress and the defenders?] 】

Morgan looked at the plate in Virgo's hand.

"Yes, they are essential."

[That's ......]

"And why did he stop my Imperial Fist from being stationed here, Morgan?"

Morgan, too.

[Do you also like to set up recruitment points in the world you have laid down?] 】

He stretched out his finger and pointed to a position at the rear of the battle line, which was a habitable world that had been captured by the Imperial Army at the beginning of this expedition, and the only imperial world that the Human Empire intended to set up here.

Morgan stood on the other side of the round table, her gaze wandering casually over the star map, with little interest in Dorne's questions: the Kraken Depths were some distance from her Far Eastern frontier and not a rich land in itself, and the Lord of Avalon did not want to siphon this semi-wasteland into his own kingdom within a realm.

Morgan sneered inwardly, and the voice in her ear was equally cold.

“……”

Perturabo was silent.

Maybe she should have one too?

Morgan's eyes rolled, and she happily made another training plan for herself: in her leisure time when she was not directing battles and reading official documents, in addition to eating desserts, writing books, cooking, studying art, giving lectures, writing letters and making friends, building psionic gadgets, and using psionic devices to spy on the daily activities of her children, it seemed to be a good hobby to learn knitting?

【…… Not ......]

The Lord of Avalon thought for a moment, and behind the polite smile, he took this brief conversation to heart: it was through countless daily conversations like this that Morgan continued to sketch and refine in her own heart the image of every blood relative she saw.

…… No, she only did one......

"Of course."

It took almost a second for the Praetorian Guard to react, and his performance was so exaggerated that his genetic mother raised a frown rather unpleasantly: just this small gesture made the Janissary Guard, who had never been fearless on the battlefield, bow his head, purse his lips, and secretly panic in the shadows.

After a few seconds of froze, Dorne cautiously reached out his fingers and pinched the large piece of cake in his palm, first glancing up at his Avalon blood relatives and then at the cake, hesitating.

A country within a country on the southeastern edge of the Milky Way has now reached the edge of the solar field on the western side of the Milky Way: this act alone is an extremely modest accusation.

After confirming the idea, the Lord of Avalon muttered a sigh as she watched as Dorne solemnly picked up the blanket, meticulously folded it into squares, and walked towards the private lounge not far away.

At present, among the many genetic prototypes that Morgan has seen, Dorn has a pretty good evaluation, he is second only to Johnson and Conrad in Morgan's heart, and on par with the master of Macurag: considering that Johnson and Conrad have some off-the-field factors. Then the genetic prototypes of the two legions, the Imperial Fist and the Ultramarine, can be said to be the two most perfect demigods in Morgan's heart.

As for those early failures......

Morgan blinked, her brain still speculating about how Perturabo had evaded her perception and got here: maybe a spatial teleportation directly from a battleship? It's also in line with his fiery personality.

So, what do you mean? 】

[But alas, Dorn doesn't seem to have the third point: Killiman doesn't seem to have it, but he still has some instinctive awareness in this area at least.] 】

【……】

"What are you doing, Dorne?"

I saw that the Lord of the Emperor Fist lowered his head, carefully measured the cake in his hand, and finally used his hands slightly, as if he was dividing precious metal, accurately divided this cake into two halves, and then handed the relatively large side to his brother.

So: provoke a new dispute between them at this time?

Let's think about something else.

【…… Ah, but ...... in that case]

And Dorne's next action is to make the other half disappear with it.

[Listen.] 】

The Olympian's voice trembled a little.

Because in this moment, she saw something complex, tangled, synthetic, magical, and indescribable on the face of the Lord of Steel, but the Lord of Avalon could somehow empathize with a strange expression.

The Spider Empress saw it clearly, but she didn't intend to force it right, she just wanted to check on her heirs in these more serious matters, lest their little hobbies really delay the Legion's business: as for the rest of the time? Let them be.

Dorne was silent, nodded, and then he saw his blood kinsman turn away, and lay a plate in front of him: a large, fragrant pastry was placed in it, with a fluffy touch of butter and the scent of milk.

"Morgan just showed me her own lemon crust, Peturabo."

"Military victory is inevitable, but victory alone is not feasible."

In this regard, Rogdorn seems to have a stubbornness of his own.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

[Succeed or not, this will greatly offend my brother, and it will be difficult to protect you in the face of his wrath: Lana, don't embarrass me, okay? 】

[But on the contrary, I am a person who knows how to share, Dorne, and I am also a person who knows how to be grateful: your blanket has indeed helped me a lot in my rest, brother, and this is my thank you as a gift.] 】

[It may be that our brother has not yet understood the value of sharing, and he is unwilling to share the world and honor he has conquered with his own hands: this is not an incomprehensible thing, is it, Dorne?] 】

The Fist Master's broad palm swept across the round table in front of him made of black mountain rocks from Invit, the top half of which was used for various star charts, and the other half was the white chess pieces that symbolized the change in the tide of battle and the position of each company, which also came from Invit.

【……】

Morgan had been thinking about a lot of things in the minute she had been waiting for Rogdorn to return, and she was satisfied to realize that her sharp mind had returned: among other things, Dorne's blanket was really useful as a support for rest.

The Iron Lord smiled: he seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and Morgan could guess that this was most likely due to the fact that the Herud Special Attack Weapon he had been concentrating on had achieved enough results in actual combat to satisfy the harsh Olympians.

"Share."

Dorne nodded: his voice was consistently rock solid.

(End of chapter)