Don't be nervous, Yago Sevitalyon, don't be nervous.

With a stiff face, Sevita raised her hand and straightened her dress. The dress didn't actually belong to him, but to Shen.

Of course, it was a little tight on him, but thanks to the wide design, it was still within the 'decent' range for him.

As for the original owner of the clothes. Shen was standing across from Sevita at the moment, staring at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

"What are you looking at?" The First Reserve asked slightly unpleasantly.

Shen looked away and rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. He didn't say anything, but showed what he could say to Sevita in another form.

The latter took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said sarcastically, "Oh, I know you're jealous of me, Shen. Therefore, you don't need to show your unwillingness to be so obvious. I can see that. ”

Sevita smirked, her fangs sticking out of her lips. Shen looked at him with a strange expression, and only spoke slowly after half a sound.

These words actually came from the mouth of a man who didn't even have a dress. Why don't you take off my clothes and put on your leather boots and trench coat? Presumably, this oddity among the Rogue Traders and their thugs will surely impress the Emperor. ”

Saivita closed her mouth with an ugly face, and for the first time she was a little speechless by Shen - no way, who made him need Shen's dress now?

With a gloomy face, he turned to the mirror to check his standing posture one last time.

He now looks very different from Yago Sevitaleon on weekdays, but instead looks like a .

"Oh, Terra, you're a royal darling." Kasati Nuang burst out laughing. "You look stupid, Sevita, you're not fit to wear such nice clothes."

"Keep your mouth shut, Shen." Sevita said in the mirror, her eyes threatening. "Otherwise, I'll do it myself when I get back."

Shen shrugged and pulled Kasati out of the room. Still, Sevita could hear their laughter in the hallway - yes, even Shen had joined in this time.

Sevita closed her eyes and began to convince herself that the reason why they were laughing at what you were dressed was simply because they were jealous that you would be able to ascend the Emperor Dream.

With this in mind, he turned around and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he arrived at a hangar, where Karil Lohals had been waiting for a long time.

The instructors of the Nightblades stood in place with their hands behind their backs, their tuxedos meticulous, and their usual hair was now much more neat, combed softly behind his head, not a single one of them on his ears.

"Instructor." Sevita greeted a little unnaturally.

"Oh." Carlil raised an eyebrow, a little surprise in his tone. "You're wearing such a dress, this is Shen's dress, right? I remember that he bought it from Cortia, and he was willing to lend you this dress. ”

“.”

Kalil couldn't help but chuckle and turned to board the shuttle, "Dressed appropriately, Sevita, but I guess you'd rather wear power armor, right?" ”

"Yes." Sevita stepped into the cabin and replied dullly. "This dress is so tight on my back."

"The dress is like that, it's not for yourself, it's for others to see." Carlil shook his head and patted the wall separating the cabin from the cockpit.

The hatch immediately closed, and the driver, who had been notified, started the engine, and the cabin immediately began to shake. Sevita tensed her muscles and reached out to grab the pole that had fallen from the ceiling.

He didn't want to sit down, that would mean he had to buckle up. Sevita wasn't sure if she would have crumpled her clothes because of this.

Carlil ignored that, he sat down and buckled up his six seat belts one by one. Most of the Tridesia shuttles are old-fashioned, fast, but not very good.

The new shuttle is said to allow passengers to have a 'comfortable ride' without the need for cumbersome safety measures, which Carlil simply doesn't see necessary.

After doing this, he looked up at Sevita, who was still standing, straight, with a slightly thoughtful expression.

"Sevita"

"What's wrong, instructor?"

"Have you ever heard something from the veterans of the Legion? For example, what you need to prepare before meeting the emperor"

"Huh?" Sevita shook her head blankly, falling silent.

Seeing this, Karil had no choice but to send a message to someone through a psionic message - I will go to your son who also has prophetic powers, and do something 'I have to do'. But remember to adjust yourself when you're done talking.

Most Nostramo people will be blind when they see you.

+ I see. + And the man said. + But you're a good instructor. +

+ One another, good fathers. +

Sevita looked suspiciously at their instructor, who had suddenly become unsmiling, and remained silent with a little nervousness.

Seventeen minutes later, they ended the bump.

——

"If I had known, I should have asked all my guards to come." Horus said half-jokingly. "What do you think, St. Giles? Maybe that's enough to show our respect. ”

"If Father agrees, you can do it," the angel replied, slightly absent-mindedly. "Or maybe change the location of the meeting to your Vengeful Spirit, but he shouldn't be Leon's character who likes to watch military parades, don't you think?"

"I don't think there are many people like Leon." Horus replied with a slight smile. But the angel answered him no more.

At the moment, St. Giles could no longer fully concentrate on chatting.

A cold concentration manifested itself in the depths of his eyes, and the abstract images he had seen began to float from his memory and flash rapidly before his eyes. In a few moments, he was in a state of contemplation.

Horus did not bother St. Giles again during this period, and when he realized his brother's state, he also fell into deep thought.

Carlil Lohals.

He silently recited the name, and the descriptions of Lorga, Fogham, and Roger Dorn all popped up.

He chewed on these words, hoping that he would be able to summarize some information from them before the upcoming meeting began, and from this he would come up with a one-sided image that was useful enough.

The silence between the two of them lasted for a while, and Azcaron and Farkus Kebo, who were standing behind them, looked a little surprised.

The Shadowmoon Wolf and the Blood Angel were two legions that often worked together during the Great Expedition, and this was not the first time they had seen each other's primordials stand side by side. However, in their minds, this was the first time that the Primordials had been so silent.

A few minutes later, the boarding deck, which was divided into two floors, was heard from the outside. Horus and St. Giles immediately came to their senses, strode forward, and stopped in front of a heavy metal wall. It's this wall that separates the inside and the outside.

At this moment, the indicator light on the top of it has changed from red to yellow. A minute later, the metal walls rumbled up with the sound of gas jetting. In the soft light, Horus and St. Giles finally met the man they were waiting for.

Horus smiled mildly in surprise as he saw a giant who was no shorter than him, but also more than four meters tall. It's just that this giant's complexion is much whiter than ordinary people.

To use less polite terms, he was almost as white as a corpse.

Horus approached him as he strode closer, observing him in the process.

The man's face was very thin, but not excessive. His eyes are completely black, and he doesn't have the whites of his eyes like ordinary people. Horus had a hard time even seeing the presence of pupils in his eyes. He also has a charismatic personality

However, this kind of charm is completely different from the kind that the original gene possesses.

The closer he got, the more Horus perceived it. The primordials all have a sense of intensity, and they can feel that bloodline connection through a simple gaze.

And this person is different, this person

"Presumably you're Lord Horus Lupecar?" The man was the first to speak, and his right hand was outstretched.

His voice was as cold as a glacier, but naturally with a little gentleness that came from nowhere. Horus was in a trance for a moment, and almost forgot to reach out his hand in response to this ancient etiquette.

The Lord of Kosonia reached out slightly awkwardly and shook his hand. The hand was as strong, firm, and calloused as a warrior's hand. However, Horus did not feel the slightest temperature from above.

Cold, endless.

Horus took a deep breath: "Yes, I am Horus Lupecal, but please don't call me 'Lord', even in wartime, I prefer to be called by my position." ”

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

"Thank you, Instructor Carlile." Horus smiled and turned his head away, wanting his brother St. Giles to do the rest. He finished greeting, but his brother didn't.

But when Horus turned his head, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint in that instant.

He saw his brother weeping silently.

Blood-red tears.

"St. Giles.?" Horus muttered. "What's going on?"

The Bal man looked at him with a blank expression, his wings tucked behind him. It took dozens of seconds for him to speak, but the words he uttered weren't greetings—he even watched Horus speak.

"I need to be alone with this Carlil instructor for a while." St. Giles said softly but firmly.

Horus frowned deeply.

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)