Led by Perturabo, Karil was able to enter the council house through the main entrance without hindrance.

The interior is not very ornate, and by the standards of the nobility and tyrants, the style might even be described as 'austere'. The walls are iron-gray, almost unpainted.

A large, thick and heavy cobblestone table is illuminated in the center of the hall, which comes directly from an opening in the ceiling, which is natural light, but subtly illuminates the entire round table and the seats.

A woman sits on a solid wooden chair and looks at them, she is already old, and the beauty of her youth has been transformed into another intellectual temperament mixed with perseverance in her old age.

Carlil looked at her, but another face appeared in front of her, the face of the female captain of the Iron Blood. She doesn't actually resemble the tyrant of Rokos named Kaliphon, but they both possess this kind of perseverance.

It's kind of funny. Carlil thought.

"Carlyphon." Peturabo greeted with a slight stiffness. "This is Carlil Lohals, an instructor in the Eighth Legion."

"I'm not familiar with your position, good day, Instructor Carlile." The woman stood up and greeted gracefully.

She was smiling, and the body under the white robe was not exactly the curves of the flesh. Carlil could see that she had an implant in her right shoulder, and this terrible observation was an unstoppable instinct for him, but it made Perturabo frown at him at this moment.

"Good day, Lord Calliphon." Carlil reluctantly interrupted his observation, which he hadn't lasted even a second, and replied with a greeting. He must admit that it was a bit exhausting to get along with Perturabo.

"Why do you want to see me?" Perturabo asked, his tone sounding almost the same as that of a revival. Califon looked at him, and only shook her head after a careful stare that almost made Perturabo explode.

"Because of that civil war, Abbot, or because of what?" The female tyrant replied in a more relaxed tone.

She even gives her an affectionate nickname, which the Lord of Steel doesn't enjoy, perhaps because of Carlil's presence. Anyway, he frowned again.

"Call me by my full name, I don't like that."

"It's up to you, sir." The female tyrant nodded kindly, but there was a little disappointment between her eyebrows. "But we're still brothers and sisters, aren't we?"

"Loved ones. Sister and brother. Playmate. Whatever you want. Perturabo looked at her coldly and with a little boredom, causing the latter to let out a slightly sad sigh, to which the Lord of Steel did not react.

Is there really no reaction? Carlil cast his gaze on his clenched right fist.

"Let's get down to business, Califon, I don't have the time or mood to catch up with you right now, and this is not the right place to do it. I'm not going to ask why there is such a structure in Lokos for a moment, you have to tell me everything you know about the Civil War. ”

Peturabo stepped forward and looked at his unrelated sister in an almost aggressive manner.

"Why would they do this under the guise of Damex? Aren't the tens of millions of belli belles that have been used in history enough for them to choose? ”

The tyrant didn't explain immediately, she just sat down slowly and put her hands on the stone table. Her hands were not like those of a nobleman, but as rough as those of a laborer.

"Remember that offer Damex made to you in his last years?"

Perturabo gritted his teeth visibly.

"I remember." He took a slow breath of air, his voice muffled.

"Then you should know why they are attacking each other with the weapons you gave them." Carifon smiled sadly.

"You need too much for Olympia, Perturabo. The figure you give is at least a thousand reservists per year, a number that means that countless families have lost their sons. When honor becomes a necessary responsibility, fear naturally arises. ”

"I've discussed this with Damex, and I don't want to do it again with you."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, and a deep wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows: "What's more, they went to the sea of stars to become heroes. At least for now. Besides, didn't Damex agree with me? He withdrew his offer. ”

"It may be so for you, but not for us. You know he won't say no to you, he's always doted on you, Peturabo"

The female tyrant sighed and fell into the memory. For a few seconds, she was probably recalling the past. But only for a few seconds, time passed, and she returned to her calm again.

And, although he withdrew the proposal, what about those who proposed it? They don't. Under the manipulation of some, the proposal gradually became entrenched and became a towering tree, its shadow obscuring us all. ”

Its supporters argue that Olympia is losing hundreds of thousands of children a year and that it must be outlawed. Opponents argue that if even the Lord of Olympia, Perturabo, has to do it all the time, then what reason do they have to approve of it? ”

"Me? Had to do it? Perturabo looked at the tyrant in disbelief. What are you talking about? It would have been my order to conscript troops in Olympia, how could they have such stupid ideas?! ”

"Yes, that's the problem, Abo." The tyrant bowed her head. "In the last years of Damex's life, a wave of civil opposition against you and the Empire is being born. The reason is because of the never-ending conscription. ”

"People can't stand never seeing their son again. There are people who are suspicious of the Empire, some dangerous arguments are being born, and Dame is not able to completely reverse them, not to mention, he himself has no real sense of the Empire that took you. ”

So, he chose to make your reputation better. He tells people that the reason you reject his offer is because you have to. It was the emperor who forced you. ”

Perturabo's face flushed, and he fell into a restrained rage, and Carlil could see his skin trembling with rage.

"What did that stupid old man do?!" He roared unbearably - surprisingly, he was just growling.

"He protected you." Carifon said softly.

"Who can he protect? He just created a gap between Olympia and the Empire! Peturabo replied angrily. Do you know what this means? Do you know what kind of treatment will happen to any world that is disloyal to the Empire? The nature of this matter will not change in the slightest since I grew up in Olympia, if you don't believe it, just ask him! ”

He reached out and pointed sharply at Karil, "Ask him, Callifon!" ”

"Is there anything you can tell me, instructor?" The tyrant turned her head and looked at Carlil with a nervous and sad smile.

"I can, but I don't want to and can't get involved in the family affairs of the two of you." Carlil returned the same smile with a reassuring smile.

"Family matters?! What are you talking about, Karil Lohals?! ”

"Literally, esteemed Lord Perturabo."

Carell smiled and spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and looked at the doorway to the council hall with his spare eyes. When I put my hand down again, there was already a flash of light between my fingers.

There are two very dangerous things he is going to do next.

"Your adoptive father took great pains to save your reputation in the last years of his life and it is difficult to judge whether it was right or wrong, but why did he do it? Who, at the end of the day, has been conscripting endlessly in Olympia? Your sister has been restrained, sir, and she should be sane. ”

The corners of Perturabo's eyes twitched dangerously.

Carliphon looked at Carlil with an indescribable mixture of shock, awe, and sympathy.

She didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who dared to speak to Perturabo with impunity. But her sympathy soon faded and turned into even greater shock.

Because Perturabo didn't actually do it.

"I've reached the limit of my tolerance for you, get out, Carlil Lohals." Peturabo said gloomily. "I'll talk to you about you later."

"Yes, honorable Lord Perturabo." Carlil said. "Also."

"Say!" Perturabo roared.

"Please protect your sister." Carlil replied softly.

The next second, he disappeared in place. Perturabo's pupils narrowed, and his reason told him that he shouldn't follow Carlil's words—he had heard Karil Lohals speak in that tone, and the situation was still fresh in his memory.

However, just a little hesitation for time made the situation sliding sharply on the bad side.

Perturabo heard the sound of something streak through the air, and his superhuman speed of reaction allowed him to instantly catch six clusters of pale blue energy coming at him with his eyes. It was his own design, a beam weapon that was different from the Imperial Light Gun.

Now he is being used against himself and his sister.

They may not be lethal to a primordial, but what about mortals?

Perturabo let out a growl from his throat and lunged at Carifon. His sister's body was as thin as a dead branch, and it was this contact that took less than half a second that allowed Perturabo to tell that there was something wrong with her lungs.

But now was not the time to think about this, the primordial gritted its teeth, ready to wait for the heat of the energy mass, but it did not come, but a sound like cold water extinguishing the flames resounded in the hall.

Perturabo turned around and saw the back of Carlil Lohals. He stood in place with his knife in one hand, the energy mass disappearing, and the cold air was still bubbling from his knife.

All of this happened in a second, and Perturabo didn't have time to pay attention to what Carlil had done, and he immediately realized what he had to do now—he looked at the entrance of the hall, catching a few shadows in the darkness with the Original's larger-than-human eye structure.

"The Gate!" Perturabo roared.

"Thank you, Master Perturabo, though I don't need to—"

Carlil turned his head slowly, his right hand released, and the blade faded naturally. At the same time, the shadows at the gate also shook and fell, and screams followed.

"—I've dealt with them."

There are few stickers between them, and there is no power to explode (paralysis)

Added ps, the wonderful math problem about GW has been corrected.

(End of chapter)