Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 46 The Dissatisfaction of the Palace Master

Macragge.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, the most powerful man in the Far East of the Empire, was currently in a private office in the Hera Fortress.

Hundreds of victorious soldiers wearing fine power armor and exuding a fierce aura were standing guard outside the room meticulously. They guarded every blind spot and patrolled back and forth for inspection.

If necessary, they can use power swords and bolters to kill hostile targets in less than a second.

The heavy wooden door blocked the transmission of sound. Even with Astarte's extraordinary hearing, he could only vaguely hear the sound of quarreling coming from the room.

The loyal victorious soldiers caught words such as "safety" and "peace of mind", as well as the helpless sigh of their genetic father.

However, Guilliman's Honor Guard chose to turn a deaf ear to these quarrels.

Theoretically the most respected mortal in all of Ultramar, Lady Euden, who exudes rationality and elegance, is not at all calm at this moment. Her words are sharp, and her face is full of worry and concern for Guilliman.

However, contrary to the huge difference in body size, Guilliman, who was nearly four meters tall, was slightly hunched over. His amazing debating and speaking skills were useless at the moment, and he listened to Ms. Euton's advice with a helpless look on his face.

"Sir, you have changed today's schedule. I have no objection to you visiting Mustafa in a private capacity, but you must bring Auguston and the Ever-Victorious Army with you. There is no doubt about that."

"Don't try to convince me with your eloquence. You know, a large part of your eloquence was taught by me, and it doesn't work on me."

The worry of Guilliman's adoptive mother, Lord Chamberlain of Macragge, was almost clear on her face, and she expressed her dissatisfaction with Guilliman in an unusual way, which was very rare in her long life.

This outright anger and anxiety never subsided when the Primarch's adoptive mother saw Guilliman returning from Calth, battered and bruised. Even though Roboute had repeatedly assured her that he was fine, Lady Euden still expressed deep horror that her son had almost died.

Whoever she was, their reaction would not have been calmer than Ms. Euton's when they realized their son had just escaped death.

"Ma'am, I am only going to Mustafar near Macragge. It only takes half an hour by flying machine. Besides, what in Macragge could threaten a Primarch?"

Guilliman tried to persuade the Lord of the Palace, but the other party's attitude remained unshakable, and even became more extreme under Guilliman's provocation.

"Yes, invincible Primarch, I heard from Gage and Hill that you were psychically blasted from the bridge into space at the beginning of the war."

Miss Euton's tone was sharp, prodding Guilliman, "You didn't even put on your helmet, so you survived in space for twelve hours on a single breath?"

"It was an accident!" Guilliman waved his hands, blaming his sons in his heart for reporting every detail of what happened on the battlefield to the lady.

If they could remain silent, well, no Ultramarines could remain silent before Lady Euden.

This is not only because of Ms. Yuton's special identity, but also because she is the Lord of Palace Affairs of Macragge.

She is in charge of almost all court affairs, and her abilities exceed those of most Ultramarines. The Primarch's adoptive mother has been silently assisting her son with her political skills.

No one dared to offend her majesty, including Guilliman.

"There is a saying in Ancient Terra: Secrecy leads to success, while disclosure leads to failure. You are the monarch of Ultramar, the core of the Five Hundred Worlds. Now we are in a state of war. Your brothers will kill you at all costs. How can you do things with such a casual and lazy attitude?"

Lady Euden's words were like a sharp sword that pierced through Guilliman's small movements that he tried to cover up. He held a glass of Macragge's specialty wine and sipped it to block the lady's eyes that were more hurtful than a sword.

"My officials have reported to me more than once about the unusual situation on the planet Mustafar. I can understand that you choose to avoid talking about it, but if you want to go to that planet in person, I must intervene." Guilliman could no longer maintain his composure. He could not remain calm under the words of Lady Euton.

"Auguston! Come here!"

Ms. Euton immediately began calling Auguston who was guarding outside the door.

"Okay, okay, lady, I'll bring my guards, you win." Seeing Auguston outside the door about to push it in, Guilliman immediately waved his hand to indicate surrender.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Ms. Euton's face, but she remained stern.

"I think I need to know what happened on Mustafar, too. The planetary thunderstorms. What happened to that mining and death world? I wouldn't be able to sleep well at night if something out of control happened this close to Macragge."

"What do you need to hide from me? You know, when you were a kid, you peed..."

Before Lady Euton could utter the next word, Guilliman's large hand came up to cover hers, stopping his adoptive mother from muttering.

Macragge's field commander, the XIII Legion's second-strongest warrior after Marius Gage, and a strong contender for the First Chapter Master, had pushed open the heavy door, and he heard Lady Euden's call.

When he entered the room, he found that his genetic father and the Lord of Palace Affairs were sitting in chairs in an orderly manner. The two of them were staring at him, which made this invincible warrior on the battlefield feel a little uneasy.

There seemed to be a playful smile on Ms. Euton's face, while her genetic father showed a hint of embarrassment, which made Auguston a little confused.

What seems to have happened?
Forget it, that’s not something I should consider.

Unlike Marius Gage who is both civil and military, Auguston's strengths are almost all in his martial arts and battlefield command, which also makes him appear a bit stupid most of the time.

"Make arrangements, Auguston. Organize my honor guard. We will visit Mustafar immediately."

"I will obey your wishes."

The battlefield commander did not hesitate at all and immediately organized the victorious army stationed outside.

"Madam, please save some face for me in front of my sons."

Ms. Euton covered her mouth with her hands and lifted the teacup on the table to hide her smile.

After all, not every mortal has the opportunity to see the great Primarch wetting the bed.

Recalling the embarrassing moment when one-year-old Roboute hid the evidence of his crime, Ms. Euton couldn't help but feel happy, as if she had returned to those good old days.

Unfortunately, he grew up too fast. When he was three years old, Guilliman had surpassed her. She didn't even get to enjoy her son's childhood.

Konor had long since passed away, and Guilliman had grown up to become the king of the Five Hundred Worlds. Lady Euden would never allow any danger to threaten her son.

Never allow it!

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(End of this chapter)