She turned her head.

She heard the disappearance of sounds, from crying to wailing, from explosions to fragmentation, from collapse to deathly silence, and finally everything disappeared into eternal tranquility.

The son of Perturabo simply lowered his head and stopped looking either way. This behavior succeeded in making Ahriman laugh.

"...I never thought that an Iron Warrior could actually have the talent of a poet?"

"No, this is not murder, this is kindness, kindness from the emperor. After all, this galaxy is so absurd, even cold death is a luxury that needs to be specially gifted."

Morgan thought as she looked at the scene in front of her.

The Iron Warrior's voice was deliberately imitating his genetic father Perturabo. He deliberately fabricated that mixture of coldness, reason, intelligence and passion, but he could never quite resemble it, and in the end he simply became someone

A pretentiously preachy voice.

Everything seemed so harmonious.

Morgan is blinking.

【……】

I don’t know why, she seems, probably, maybe...

Not surprised at all.
Chapter completed!