Robert Killiman's expression when he opened the door to the room where he had settled his brother, only to find it "empty" is worth recording. It's a pity that there is no nearby device that can serve a similar purpose, and even if there is, no one can issue a similar order to it.

"Corax?" He asked tentatively at the door.

He was not wearing the armor of fate, but a dress that made him look solemn and serious. The Imperial Regent himself was caught in a seemingly never-ending meeting after meeting, but he received an electronic signal from his own room in the top tower of the Makulag, so no one would come and disturb him.

His brother woke up after nineteen hours of restful sleep, and he immediately left all his remaining duties and returned as undisturbed as possible. But he didn't expect that he only saw an "empty room".

But in the next moment, Killiman could be sure that the room wasn't really "empty." A hand as cold as a corpse ghostly grabbed his throat, the force exerted from front shifting his center of gravity backwards.

The reactivity of the original body is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Killiman could have reacted to this in an instant, stepping back to steady his center of gravity and swinging his fist at his foe while maintaining his stance – but he stubbornly restrained his instinct to fight back. He had predicted a similar scenario, and had guessed the cause and effect in the same instant, so he did nothing, almost obediently, and allowed himself to fall to the ground, and the laurel slipped from his hair.

Shouldn't have been missed, another massive body of the original body looked down at Killiman's blue eyes. After calming down, Corax's appearance became more similar to that of the brother in Kiliman's impression, but there were still many differences - in Kiliman's opinion, the most conspicuous thing was the pair of black wings behind him, which could be described as obscuring the sky and the sun, and indeed blocking almost all the light cast from above.

"What are you?" Corax snapped.

Even in the midst of a choking situation, Killiman's never-ending brain could provide him with more information he didn't really need right now.

It was first clear to him that Corax's words were not asking for an answer from Killman, but more of an inquiry of his own judgment: the Raven Lord's hands were clenched around his neck, and he was now completely unable to speak normally;

Immediately afterwards, his part as a politician also told him that this "shouting and asking" was a complete forceful momentum, and that there were a lot of questions, doubts, and surprises buried under the seemingly tough tone of Corax;

Then he realized that something was wrong—just getting stuck in the neck of a primordial and preventing them from breathing, of course, wouldn't kill them quickly, but for Killiman, the wound on his neck that had been inflicted by Vogrim and had not healed had begun to bleed as a result.

Killiman took advantage of the last bit of time he had to spare, and restrained his desire to fight back, and only gently patted Corax's wrist pressed hard against his throat, indicating that it was indeed "very uncomfortable". This was the last attempt he could make, and if it didn't calm him down, then he would really have to resort to some violent acts to get himself out.

Fortunately, along with the return of the original appearance to Corax, there are also similar thinking and judgment abilities to the original. At the moment when Killiman was finally about to take it anymore, the strength in his throat suddenly relaxed. Once again, the air was able to pass through his throat smoothly, but with it blood spilled from the re-ruptured wound, which caused the original to choke and cough.

"Killiman, I—" After questioning, Corax, who had found the answer in his own judgment, removed his hands and looked at the blood of his brother on it in a trance, revealing an expression mixed with "disbelief" and "self-reproach".

You almost killed me. Kiliman thought so. In the past—10,000 years ago, in the era of the Great Expedition, he would have said this sentence as a joke. But now, he only pinched the old wound on his neck a little, making sure that the disobedient piece of flesh was reglued under the extraordinary healing force of the original body, and then sat up from the ground, and after confirming that he was able to make a normal sound, he immediately relieved:

"It's okay, it's an old wound, it's just scary to look at." As he spoke, he pulled out the decorative handkerchief that matched the gown from his breast pocket, not to wipe the blood that was still slowly flowing from his neck, but to wipe Corax's bloodied hand first, "It does sometimes crack a little bit due to external stimuli, but you see, I'm completely fine." ”

Corax stared at Killman, half bleeding and the other half of his neck, which had been clearly red by the pressure he had just exerted, and tried to say something, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he simply let Killiman wipe the blood that had remained on his hand and had nearly congealed in such a short period of time, and tightened his wings behind his back guiltily and nervously.

With the slightest rubbing of wings, Killiman glanced up at the pair of uneasy wings, and said with a slight smile, "I hope you can sleep comfortably with me." It happened in a hurry, or I should have found a way to ask the Blood Angels what kind of bed their genetic father rested in. ”

It wasn't a soothing joke for Coraks, but he managed to understand that the other party was trying to make a joke and lighten up the atmosphere, so he managed to pull out a small smile. Strangely, after he did this, he really felt that his originally chaotic mind calmed down a little, and he was finally able to bring up the question he wanted to say but couldn't:

"Are you really okay?" The wound was clearly unusual. Ten thousand steps back, even if you don't know the cause and effect of it, you should easily realize that what kind of weapon can leave an incurable wound on a primordial body for so long?

But Killiman still didn't seem to care, or he forced himself to appear unconcerned: "It's nothing, I just need to get out of this blood-stained outfit - you see, I just managed to get out of a meeting." ”

After Colacs' hands were roughly wiped clean, Killiman retrieved the blood-stained handkerchief, casually wiped two handfuls around his neck, got up from the ground, and threw it directly into the trash: "Alright, my brother, I'm sorry I didn't show up in this room the first time you woke up. You must have a lot of questions right now. ”

"Yes, I do......" Coraks also rose from the ground as Killiman did, still with a bit of a dazed look on his face, "...... I'm not sure...... Are you real? Or is this my fantasy again? ”

The question seemed to be talking to himself, for instead of waiting for Kiliman's reply, he just looked down at his freshly cleaned hands and replied to himself, "You look like the real thing." Whether it's my own memories and impressions, or the magic techniques of the evil creatures that flow in the subspace, it's hard to achieve this kind of accuracy. There are even traces of time. ”

“…… You could just say that it seems to you that I'm getting old. "You're not the first person to bring this up to me, but I can't help it—the empire needs to work, and I always have too many things to consider and weigh, one pile after another......"

He grumbled and turned in the direction of the cloakroom, pulling open a full-length mirror commensurate with the original body's figure, and carefully examining the freshly injured neck and the blood stains that had to be disposed of on the neckline. Then, he smiled unconsciously at the small fraction of Corax's pale skin reflected in the mirror:

"It reminds me of the first time we met." "That's what I seemed to be complaining about at the time," he said. ”

Koraks nodded wistfully, "That's exactly what you said, but that kind of day...... Nevermore. ”

Killiman paused slightly, but after a brief hesitation, he spoke:

"I've had a different perspective on this lately." He wasn't entirely sure, but he decided to be a little more optimistic in front of Corax, "Why don't you just feel free and choose a random place to sit down?" You do it like this, and it's like I'm abusing you. ”

Miwoo (six o'clock)

Obviously, a kind of donkey skill in the title is poor......

(End of chapter)