Fujimaru Rika knew very well that the director of the Ultramarines Think Tank personally went out to greet this matter, first of all, it reflected the importance of the other party to this matter, and secondly, it may also be a hint that "the next meeting process may be difficult".

She realized this, but she didn't realize that the challenge would come so quickly—meaning, as soon as they entered the venue and successfully sat down, the "other participants outside of the Space Marine Think Tank" that Digris had just specifically reminded, more precisely, an Imperial Inquisitor, immediately stood up and lashed out at Fujimaru Rika:

"With all due respect, they don't look like Inquisitors."

The table in front of the Inquisitor was piled with scrolls and parchment, and a servo skull hovered beside him as a meeting record. Effortlessly, Rika Fujimaru read from the very top of the pile of paper the two words for "Battle of Pameño" in the title written in huge flower script. There is no doubt that he came prepared.

She cast an inquiring look at her assumed host, the director of the Digris think think of as a curator. The latter didn't look at her, but his voice sounded directly in Rika Fujimaru's mind through the transmission of psionic energy:

+ I must say sorry, Inquisitor Hastings has always been a bit allergic to things like "miracles". However, our intended agenda does not include any question of your identity, which should be the consensus of all participants. +

Rika Fujimaru nodded indistinctly - that meant she could take the lead in taking out the Inquisitor's say in this regard. Then she might as well behave...... Slightly aggressive.

"You have a good eye for your rank, Inquisitor Hastings." The little girl in the wheelchair was not afraid to praise and dismiss, "We really don't serve in the courtroom. But this outfit is a relatively appropriate outfit that we have chosen within our purview and without being rude as much as possible - after all, it would have looked very strange if I had come to the meeting in the standard dress of the High Lords' Council. ”

If you ask her if she has any of them, she does. Somney did. If you ask her if she can wear it out reasonably and legally, she can. The powers bestowed upon her by the Aquila Scepter are largely on par with that of the Imperial Regent Robert Killiman himself. If, in order to complete a part of her plan, she was required to enter the Council of High Lords, the Emperor would ensure that Lucius Slode, the presiding officer of the Hall of the Torch, would immediately leave class and give her a seat. It's just that she doesn't have that need.

The Inquisitor, who ordered the servo skull to interpret the identification code in the Aquila Scepter, was speechless for a moment, because he realized that, from a legal point of view, Rika Fujimaru's act while wearing the Inquisitor's uniform could not constitute a possible crime such as "trespassing" or "falsifying power". The authority represented by this dress is completely "backward compatible" to her.

However, power on paper is one thing, and in practice it can be used as an arm and a finger is another. The Inquisitor knew this and thought he would be able to defeat the other side on the point of "practical operation". However, after three minutes of verbal exchange, he was frustrated to find that the atmosphere in the venue had begun to swing in his favor.

After responding to the first accusation of the inquisitor, Fujimaru Rika no longer emphasized the power in her hands. She simply ignored all of Hastings' accusations, repeatedly reminding the attendees of what the topic of the day should be, and emphasizing that the Imperial Regency would be involved in the second half, suggesting that everyone should solve as many technical issues as possible within the time limit set by the first half.

Although the Psionic Council draws members from all walks of life in the Empire, it is ultimately a psionic organization that serves Killiman. The idea that the Imperial Regent should not be allowed to waste time waiting for them quickly won the majority of the centrist wing of Fujimaru Rika, and even some supporters of Inquisitor Hastings began to think that it was rude to denounce and reprimand suspected heresy in a meeting that did not belong entirely to them, and that they could have dealt with everything in a more private setting.

A conflict that could have been escalating was resolved within ten minutes, and the meeting began to discuss the issues they had intended to solve here: the "Temple", the Summoning Ritual, the Curse Army, and, most importantly, the specific cause of the psionic phenomenon of the "Imperial Apparition" on the battlefield of Pamenio, and whether it could be replicated, or rather, could be replicated by someone else.

The simple ancient villager Fujimaru Rika spent about two hours sharing with the psionic Council as much as possible all the relevant technologies that the Emperor considered to be outside the scope of secrecy. Thankfully everyone present had a theoretical basis for this, and was tolerant of some of the metaphors she used as "too Muggle". The first half of the meeting ended without a hitch, and after a short break of twenty minutes, the speeches were concluded, and the Imperial Regent, who had inspected the rebuilding interior of Tyros, entered on time.

Thanks to the fact that Kiliman himself doesn't like too much red tape, the process of admission and greetings is brief. His gaze did seem to linger slightly on the wheelchair-bound Fujimaru Ritsuka, but it was also clear to him that there were factions in the Psionic Council that had a bad attitude towards the "Imperial Saint". In a way, he also needs these motivated opposition members to help him find out some inappropriate truths that may be hidden behind Fujimaru Rika, so he does not show a biased attitude towards either side on this occasion.

The meeting was supposed to go on smoothly like this, but at one point Killiman suddenly noticed that the director of his think tank was subtly in a state of "preparedness" in the minute details of his expression. Immediately afterward, Rika Fujimaru suddenly looked up at the ceiling of the venue - it was clear that even if she didn't need psionic energy, she could understand from her demeanor that she was actually trying to see something going on outside of the building through the ceiling.

In the next moment, more council members showed an attitude of "feeling something is wrong." The participants in the hall began to rally towards the regent himself, intending to build a psionic fortification—but no one succeeded in casting the spell, as the entire building shook violently in an instant, as if it had been hit by enemy fire.

Some dust fell from the tremors, and the heavy roof, along with the ceiling, was carved out by the obvious external force. Broken building materials fell from the sky in a sparse manner, but fortunately did not hit anyone. Along with the fragments, there was a white arrow without a sharp tip, and—

"Gah-"

A clump of presumably some kind of black bird...... Something stumbled down the hole and flew into the venue. At first glance it looked like a raven, or at least it had similar black feathers and a body of about the same size and shape—but everyone had seen it flutter its wings and flap its feathers to threaten all around: no normal bird should have five eyes on the top of its head, and still hide countless red glowing eyeballs in the feathers under its wings.

This honor, of course, immediately caused many bad associations among the members of the Psionic Council who were present who had a relevant understanding of demonology. The quicker ones had already raised their weapons on the spot and began to chant incantations, while the crows themselves "quacked" and screamed, as if trying to tear open the curtain to escape into subspace.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was limited by no modified body hardware and had to be half a beat slower than everyone else present, finally reacted: she even got up from her wheelchair in excessive surprise, and without thinking about it, activated the spell in her hand with the emperor's spiritual energy, and shouted at the crow that looked so evil and blasphemous:

"Corvacs Corax!"

This is a spell that the Destiny Summoning system doesn't have on its own, but it happens to be a vehicle for another spell of a similar nature. In the psyker's vision, thin lines of golden light were connected to the crow's body in an instant, and surprisingly, the seemingly abnormal creature did not suffer any harm.

But He did struggle even more in the midst of the cries of discontent.

Miwoo (six o'clock).

Mi woo Mi woo Mi woo ......

(End of chapter)