【Because there is no way to compromise.】

"The Thalia clone... I prepared for my triumph on Holy Terra. It will be built directly opposite the residence of my genetic father, recording the story of this expedition, as well as the galaxy and its heroes.

.”

After seeing Morgan's lowered eyebrows, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

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Perturabo led with interest. He watched those eyes lose their composure little by little, as if they were destroying a fortress step by step. It was refreshing.

【Yes, I escaped.】

He walked to the window again and carefully observed the work of the Iron Warriors on the Steadfast Light. He watched the blue electric light flowing down from the bridge and sides like running water. He murmured in a low voice, wondering about the progress of the work.

Not satisfied.

Damn it, her pupils are awake again.

Perturabo was silent. Under his gaze, Morgan was once again immersed in the artwork in front of her. She was obviously caught in some kind of memory.

"Escape from the throne?"

"Everything went well, how about you?"

"……correct."

"Is the wall too hard for you to accept?"

Morgan closed his eyes and opened them.

"Why?"

Although he had never met Morgan, when he drank the fine wine Morgan brewed, saw the work Morgan handled, and heard the affirmation of Morgan from his close friends, the image of Morgan had already been finalized in his mind.

Well, she is the best candidate for the Legion's senior advisor.

"How did you come to this conclusion?"

"In what capacity do you feel about all this?"

At the very least, Perturabo would not believe anyone until he saw it with his own eyes, even if his heirs boasted about it. After all, he also looked down on his heirs.

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【Because there is nowhere to show it.】

Morgan heard Perturabo's voice, which was intermittent and genuine questioning.

[No...not even just me...even they themselves know that they know how to make society a better place, but they are just unwilling to do it. They squander scarce resources, engage in meaningless struggles, and worship

They use false gods to engrave their own conservatism and selfishness on the heads of all people, and then claim that this is the most sacred and unshakable tradition.]

The Primarch narrowed his eyes.

His thinking and rationality quickly helped him deduce an interesting fact: Although this mortal advisor from the Thousand Sons Legion has a calm personality and excellent abilities, he is not a perfect person.

Thinking of her rash remarks before, Perturabo confirmed this even more. He looked at Morgan's cyan pupils, which were full of thoughts immersed in thought.

【……why……】

[Assistant, think tank, deputy marshal, chief of staff...you can choose any title, Your Excellency.]

Perturabo is Perturabo.

[So, on the day when the empire’s fleet set sail, I convinced my elders who were spying on the throne to recommend me to board the empire’s ship. 】

Guns, steel, war, fire, watching the glorious city collapse, the thousand-year-old tower toppling, and then launching the next attack with urging and false comfort...

The speed of her speech became rapid, no longer the calmest and gentlest tone. Perturabo watched silently, watching the wine in her pot fall to the ground due to the scattering of her fingers - but she

Not even aware of it.

Go shoot down the flying eagle.

[Of course, there may be many wise men among the barbarians. They saw these works and lamented the glory and wisdom of the past, but they were only laughed at by their own kind. The most barbaric victors were proud: If there is really greatness in these works,

How could they be conquered by me?】

In the place where the sun doesn't shine, the mortal remains silent there, and Perturabo can occasionally hear her sipping her drink in a low voice.

"…………"

【My father values ​​me on the battlefield.】

Similarly, when they see how beautifully the countless tasks Morgan has handled are completed, they will naturally think that this is a very capable, experienced and trustworthy person.

[They never understand the meaning of conquest. They take it for granted that only fire and sword can be passed down through the ages. They are stupid and crude, but they can succeed because their opponents are unable to defend their art and wisdom. ]

Close it again and open it again.

[This is a private matter, Your Excellency.]

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He didn't ask any more questions or speak. His eyes were fixed on Morgan. After a long time, his breath disappeared into the most remote shadow of the secret room.

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This only made him even more angry.

"How is my senior advisor capable?"

When the descendants of Magnus saw with their own eyes the wine brewed by this silver-haired female official and admired its sweetness, they naturally had comments such as prudentness and patience in their hearts: these qualities are exactly what makes the wine.

A must for a good wine.

"How are things going over there, Perturabo?"

[...When it is combined with theater...it does happen.]

genius.

"..."

Perturabo was silent and breathing.

Her pupils were blurry, and she was a real woman who traced her past and never lied.

"curse?"

From work to life, from battle to rest, the Thousand Sons witnessed her achievements and constantly drew their own conclusions in their hearts. They discussed and publicized their opinions about this mortal with each other. In the end, even if it was a person who had never

Thousand Sons who have met Morgan will, in the face of the descriptions of his companions and countless realities, outline a character with impeccable abilities, qualities, moral character and integrity.

[He drove my wisdom, using the so-called family affection and responsibility as the reins, and asked me to make suggestions for him, win consecutive battles, turn legions and city-states into ashes, burn down the former palaces, and erect statues to praise him...

】

The Emperor rarely smiles so... cheerfully.

Perturabo laughed.

He stared into her pupils, waiting for the final words.

Geniuses are confident. They rarely believe other people's evaluations. They are only confident in their own judgment.

【I ran away.】

"Deli."

[But despite this...you still hope that it will play a role in possible disasters?]

He seemed not to care about this problem anymore. The Primarch's eyes stayed on the ship for a while, then he slowly turned around and returned to the discussion place at a leisurely pace.

Perturabo almost forced himself to move.

Until the head is broken and bleeding.

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The silver-haired hunter seizes the opportunity.

The steel eagle has fallen.
Chapter completed!