Finally 300 seconds after breakfast ended, Ramizane re-seated himself in full armor and drank the rest of his Reka coffee.

It's a little cold, he thought to himself.

Although this change in temperature did not mean anything to his current body, he still maintained his little habits and preferences as a human in every way, and Perturabo had a lot of criticism about it, but never had any major objections.

When more than a dozen sensors large and small on the LOGOS were warning or predicting the danger of detecting the approach of a special psionic target in different ways at the same time, he knew that Perturabo had told him that the person he was waiting for was coming.

He turned his gaze to the office door, which was also made of multiple layers of special composite material with runes added to the mezzanine, and the surface of the door was covered with a layer of decorative hardwood from Tannis, and the simple carved border lines of the door were decorated with nothing but gold handles and silver skull carvings.

Both Soltarn and Dassadra had suggested that such a door would be too plain and easy for an audience who was about to meet the Primordial, and that it would not be ornate and majestic enough for the office of the Exalted Primordial, but both Lamizane and Peturabo thought it was good.

[Looking at the old skeleton's terrifying aesthetic and the increased expectations that people have for it, this subtle idea is not immune to vulgarity even in the eyes of fear—some are even more complicated, and it is hard not to think that even the betrayers are still deeply affected by them.] 】

Lamizan remembered Perturabo's sharp comment on this, and couldn't help but bring a smile to the corner of his mouth.

The door made the sound of the doorknob being turned.

It was a very private meeting, so there was no one else in the reception space but the Iron Sanitation Team.

He had sent Vannus to guard in the shadows outside the door in advance in order to stun and arrest any stalkers who tried to approach here from another level, be it birds or mammals or whatever.

The Iron Lord's face lifted with a slight smile on his face, facing the person who walked in at this moment.

"Uh————!!!!!!"

The psionic advisor shook his whole body, his staff nearly slipping, and his weak body nearly fell to the ground.

The reason for the "almost" was that before he actually fell, the behemoth demigod simply lifted his leg and took a step forward—and reached the door at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, and held him up.

The demonic Bian Muyuan, who had witnessed this, let out a grumbling of extreme dissatisfaction from the other end of the room.

[You-shouldn't have helped!] Fear fucking eyes, this is too sensual! I mean, it's very unsteely, very unselfish! 】

[Well, but didn't you just tell me that this Uther Maatra and you were 'very acquainted' and 'don't have to hide anything', 'can you take him as my close friend'?] Since you're on such a good relationship, I can't just watch him walk in and fall on the floor of your office? It's not appropriate in any way. 】

......] Perturabo was suspiciously silent.

In the end, the demon border herd with difficulty agreed to this statement. [Okay.] You've already picked it up anyway. 】

The Iron Guards stood silently on either side of the office like sculptures, the mechanical guards' electronic eyes all glowing red.

On the other hand, Maatrah, the psionic advisor who was fortunate enough to be lifted up by the original body's own hand, looked more and more frightened, and he stared directly at Peturabo, the prototype of the Iron Warrior gene, who was "smiling and kindly lifting up the mortal who was about to fall and shushing him".

"I ......"

The slender mortal young man with eyes as deep as a sea of green, skin like fine dark fragrant wood, and shoulder-length black hair with a dark wine-colored sheen pursed his lips, as if for a moment and a half he could not find any suitable words to express his great honor to be supported by the original body.

It was evident that the frightened psyker had tried to maintain a somewhat reserved posture before entering the office, but of course all such attempts had gone with the unbroken horse turning into slag and carrying it with the wind.

"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, Ma'atra, he told me all. Relax here and wait for a moment to calm down before talking. ”

Not only did Lamizan lift the man up, but he even caressed the thin back of the psyker wrapped in fine flax and woolen shawls with tolerance and caresse.

The other man immediately coughed loudly, sounding like he was choking on his own saliva.

He didn't have any other intention to be so careful, just because the palm of his hand was almost as wide as a mortal youth's back when fully extended.

This can already be classified as a too thin physique for mortal males.

[Although I have heard from various sources that many psykers are very fragile in physical form, it is surprising that your 'most familiar close friend' advisor is this kind of style, Pepe. 】

[What is this kind of paragraph, what is this goosebump-inducing statement?] What the hell did you look at before, you should really be brainwashed. His appearance has nothing to do with anything I do, good or bad, and I must make a serious statement. Also, what did you think my advisor should look like? 】

The Demon Frontier wrinkled the bridge of his nose in disgust.

[Uh, I thought you didn't have this kind of position, if you had,] The body of the Fourth Primordial thought seriously for an extra 0.0001 milliseconds, [Probably the kind of melee macho spell master like Tigris or Mephisto who will be knocked over by his staff if you break through his spells?] 】

[Hmph...... Tigris is just that, I don't know why you think of the heirs of St. Giles. 】

[Probably some kind of mysterious imagination intuition.] 】

In a few moments, Uther Maatra finally managed to breathe, and he grabbed his staff, bracing himself up, and looking up at at least two giants as tall as he was.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, my ...... Friend. A look of emotion appeared on the psionic's young, prematurely debilitated countenance, "Your appearance is ...... Nothing has changed at all. ”

"That's good." "That's good," he said, reassuringly. ”

His eyes turned from the kind giant to the other side of the room, the border collie that stood tall on his throne.

"Wonderful double harmony. So, my dear friends, to whom shall I now extend my greetings to Perturabo? ”

Uther asked, gathering his shawl and walking towards the desk and throne with his staff.

[Wow, I must say, have you really ever had such a mortal friend who can be so casual in front of you? It's incredible! 】

【…… Just because you haven't read it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The dog said mechanically, "I have a bad premonition, I hope he won't be assimilated by you so soon.] 】

Wail.

(End of chapter)