Somni walked quietly down the wide, luxurious corridors of the Makurag Glory.

Six hours and forty minutes after the Lionmane appeared out of thin air in the orbit of the main planet of Pamenio, the relevant instructions were finally delivered from the desk of the Imperial Regent. As one of the representatives of this force that "came out of nowhere", he was personally summoned by the regent himself.

Within minutes of the order's arrival, they teleported to the Macurag Flare via subspace, where they were subjected to scrutiny and scrutiny, and were eventually allowed to walk the magnificent Glory Queen-class battleship under surveillance.

During this time, Somney remained as quiet and indifferent as a forbidden army, but this did not mean that during this time, the people around him were also quiet and indifferent to him. At the very least, the Captain of the Dark Angel Ravenwing, who had come with him, had had more than one round of arguments with the personnel in charge of the inspection around him because of the color of his armor.

Not to mention, Yago Sevitalyon, when faced with his ultramarine-painted cousin, clearly didn't intend to stop.

Overall, the Lion's Mane is certainly a loyal force to the Empire, but if you break it down, it's also true that it currently houses three different groups - the Chaldean Bureau of the Hall of the Torch, the Dark Angels, and the Midnight Lords. After receiving the summons, Somney made the decision to "send a representative of each other", considering that the regent might want to hear the full picture of the incident from a different perspective.

He himself certainly represented the Chaldean Bureau; On the side of the Dark Angels, the person in charge was taken to the planetary surface by Fujimaru Ritsuka, so they internally elected this Crowwing Captain, who had the highest military rank in what sense; When it comes to the Midnight Lord, the most representative is undoubtedly Conrad Coetz as the original form, but considering the various religious, political, and security implications that he may have after appearing in the eyes of the public, Somney still chose to take the company commander aboard the Makulag Glory.

But he really didn't expect that Sevita's combat power would be so strong in every sense.

By definition, he was a prisoner of the Lionmane, so before leaving, he was only allowed to wear a frugal robe with the Midnight Lord's mark, and blackstone handcuffs on his hands, which were used to suppress psionic powers. Somny had hoped to limit Sevita's actions in order to reduce his (at least seemingly) threat in every sense of the word, so as to keep both sides restrained in their contact with the Ultramarines – but now it seems to have backfired.

It is true that Sevita, handcuffed by Blackstone, looks a little more depressed than usual, but his poor physical condition clearly brings him an equally bad mood, which is manifested in the fact that he soon begins to verbally attack everything around him equally.

During the half-hour he was inspected, he first sneered at the Captain of the Crowwing beside him: "Are your helmets all welded to the power armor?" To be honest, I haven't seen what Ranmarloch looks like in all this time since I've been on the boat. ”

He took this as the center of his mind, and then turned to his cousins who were very unkind to him and his legion insignia, laughing at the overly ornate and cumbersome carvings on their armor and saying, "Is the Holy Book asking you to do the same?" Did the man who wrote it be too lenient? ”

In this round of debate, he even let the stray bullet rub against Somny, who was unable to end the monitoring process because of the great confusion caused by the relevant personnel in the process, saying: "There is probably nothing in that golden armor." Somney thought for a moment and replied, "Indeed." That's when he managed to choke him.

But he wasn't quiet for a few minutes either. By the time they had barely passed the initial test and were in the hallway ready to move on to the next pass, Sevita opened her mouth again. Before he could say anything that would make the already angry Ultramarines around him even angrier, Somny quickly tripped him over the shaft of his halberd.

"Everything you do now will be recorded." Somny calmly said in the midst of the other's glare, "Someone will judge your current behavior." ”

He wanted to warn Sevita to restrain himself, but he didn't expect the latter to burst out laughing as if he had heard a funny joke: "Do you think I'm going to be scared by this?" You machine head, you can't figure out how to make a person feel threatened or frightened! Any mortal can do better than you in this regard! ”

The Ultramarines around him were even more angry for some reason that Somny couldn't understand, and he didn't care at all about it himself - Sevita was telling the truth, and he really didn't understand.

"I agree with you." He calmly replied, "I will pay attention to collecting sample data in the future and reformulate the corresponding strategy." But for now, please be quiet, which will be more beneficial for the communication we are going to have next. ”

Sevita, who punched the cotton again, cursed something in Nostramo, whispered something like "unreasonable", and cursed all the way on.

And so after another hour of unhappiness for everyone, they finally passed the repeated inspections and came to the solemn, luxurious, and elegant grand gate of the Audience Hall. The victorious army standing in front of the gate moved out of the way, allowing Somny and the three to enter, while the Ultramarines who had been with them on the road were left outside.

This one is a large meeting room, which can easily accommodate teams of more than 100 people at the same time. It's not hard to imagine what it would be like to be a crowded place, but now, it seems empty and lonely, with only Robert Kiliman, the regent of the empire, and a handful of people who he thinks need to be here, such as the Regent of the Empire, Varo Diglis, the director of the think tank, and Mardovar Kirken, the provocate of the Praetorian Army.

Summoning in such a majestic setting may also be part of the psychological warfare as an outpost for negotiations, where one side emphasizes that authority itself makes it easier to take the initiative in the conversation that follows. Somney can objectively understand the psychological validity of this behavior, but he cannot empathize subjectively. The Crowwing Company Commander behind him, and even Sevita, who had just shown that he was not afraid of the sky, were in such a space, or in front of a primordial, showing a little body language that felt a little pressure, but it had no effect on Somny.

"Just stop there and don't come forward." The first phrase to ring in this hall came from Tribune Kirken. His thick, burning angry voice echoed through the marble walls, slightly majestic, "What are you?" Why do you use the appearance of the Forbidden Army? ”

Whether it was the previous inconclusive surveillance, or the familiarity of Coken himself with his colleagues as a member of the Hundred Thousand Forces, it was easy for him to understand the fact that "Somny was not a forbidden army" in an instant, and it was reasonable for him to question it first. Somney knew this, but wondered if the tribune was a little too angry.

"I'm not a Praetorian Army." He spoke, agreeing with the other man's sentiment, "My official name is Imperator Somnium, which is now often referred to simply as Somny for reasons of efficiency, convenience, and the avoidance of ambiguity in everyday situations. I am here on behalf of the Chaldean Bureau of the Hall of the Torch. ”

In saying this, he also sent everyone present the ship identification code of the Imperial Dream, as well as lengthy documents and electronic seals for the certification and demonstration of the throne and the torch hall. But this kind of thing that "the ships that have been sunk 10,000 years ago have become forbidden troops and appear in front of them" is too fantastical, and the tribune Coken obviously cannot accept this statement for a while. He wanted to say something more, but Robert Killiman stopped him with a raised hand.

"It's a ...... Bizarre statement. Somny couldn't tell what he really thought from the way he spoke and the facial expressions he spoke, but at least, he chose to put the matter aside for the time being, "It's completely unfamiliar territory to us, and maybe my think tank curator will consult this in more detail in a more appropriate scenario." ”

- He must have read the discourse in those lengthy official documents of the Empire, in a matter of seconds. Somney was convinced based on his reaction. The arguments were vague and vague, but perhaps a few seconds were enough time for a primordial to read through it through the servo system on the power armor and extract the central idea that it was a product of psionic rituals.

"At least for the present wartime emergency, we just need to confirm that he is loyal to the Empire." The Imperial Regent said this to the people gathered around him, and then turned to Somny, "We can trust your loyalty, can we?" ”

The question annoyed him, but Somney understood Robert Killiman's caution about unidentified psionic products, so he remained calm and ready to speak. But in the moment before he succeeded in speaking, Kirken's voice rang out again:

"I don't trust it." He said this, refusing to even use personal pronouns in his sentences, "It probably comes from something we don't know—"

"Watch your words, Tribune, you're speaking to one of the Emperor's flagships, please be respectful." Somny's voice also became angry, "The fire is so big, it's better to lay down your arms and go to logistics for two more cups of tea - if my current commander was here, she would definitely advise you to do so." ”

This sentence suddenly caused the atmosphere of the scene to freeze, and only the laughter of Saivita reverberating in the empty hall was left. Kirken didn't make any sound, but anyone could tell he was so angry that he was about to explode. In order to keep the conversation going before the tribune actually exploded, Robert Killeman had to deflect the topic:

"I noticed you wearing a dark angel in black paint, and a prisoner of the Midnight Lord." He simply recounted what was happening in front of him, "I need to know what it means. ”

"Yes, sir. But there's nothing deep about keeping the black livery, it's just keeping it as it is. Captain Ravenwing replied aloud, not with the usual restraint that Astarte had when he met the Primordials in this era, but instead showing a strong confidence in the legion to which he belonged, "We have been lost in subspace for 10,000 years, after we were leading the Primordials in the Salamas Star Sector against the Midnight Lords. Since returning to reality, we have yet to meet any of our Legion brethren in the current Empire, except to hear that they changed their livery at some point in the past. ”

He bit the word "legion" heavily in his speech. This obviously made the Ultramarine's think tank curator a little angry, but the original body himself only gave a chuckle that seemed to be a little gratifying. He didn't care about this lethal provocation, but temporarily let go of this part of the problem and turned his gaze to Sevita: "I believe it was a difficult journey, and I regret what happened to you. I also believe that this is the prisoner you captured in the glorious battle before the Lost? ”

The Dark Angel froze awkwardly here, but he finally admitted without shame: "Yes, this is the Midnight Lord's company commander, Yago Sevitalyon. ”

"I've heard the name." Robert Killiman's gaze seemed to be looking at Sevita, and then at some distant place, "I heard of the duel between you and Sigismund, the best son of Dorne, but unfortunately we never saw it. ”

"yes, that's a shame, my lord." Sevita smiled and said, "You see, in those good old days, your model troops and us street rats really didn't have much to do with each other, didn't they?" ”

He may have wanted to provoke the other party, but Robert Kiliman clearly didn't eat his set. Unaffected, the Primordial continued to ask the Dark Angel, "I'm a little puzzled as to why he's here. We usually don't allow prisoners to influence our agenda for the rest of our agenda. ”

"But what about being that 'prisoner'?" He was answered by Sevita's playful voice, "What if a prisoner is so important that even showing up would cause great danger, and he must find a spokesperson he can trust?" ”

The Ultramarine's primordial narrowed his ice-blue eyes dangerously, "Yago Sevitalyon, I order you to speak clearly. ”

"Well, the thing itself couldn't be clearer." Sevita smiled with a defiant attitude, "First of all, I'm not a prisoner of the Dark Angels. At the moment it is the Chaldea Bureau that really controls me and my brethren - seriously, at least the food is many times better than it was on your ship. ”

He teased the crowwing captain beside him, in exchange for the latter's angry glare, until the majestic voice of the original body came from the high platform at the end of the hall: "Tell the point." ”

"Okay. Then we have to talk about why the Chaldea Bureau is willing to 'take in' us 'Chaos Gangs', and that's the answer you want, my lord. ”

Saivita, who had already tutored some imperial history with Fujimaru Rika, and even included a lot of "Mixin" content, smiled maliciously because the current situation echoed a certain period of history:

"The first prisoner of the Chaldean Bureau to belong to the Midnight Lords' Legion was Conrad Coetze. Now, our genetic protoplasm is undoubtedly on the Lion's Mane as well. ”

Robert Killman's eyes widened in surprise and he got up from his seat:

"—it can't be!" He exclaimed.

Mi (6 o'clock)

After that, look at the dash cam (?) You said that the tribune might as well lay down his arms and drink tea, which is a bit insulting to the Forbidden Army. You might as well threaten him that he won't be able to board the Emperor's Dream in the future.

Somney: Think it carefully, and then do it.

Kirken: ????

(End of chapter)