Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"It's just a sprain, nothing serious. Aaron, what were you fighting?"

Chapter 19 Dad, let's sacrifice for this family.

"Never mind, let's rest. It's still early before dawn. I'm gradually gaining control over my ability to meet my brothers in my dreams."

Aaron looked at his father, who was fast asleep and completely unresponsive, wondering what the old man was dreaming about.

Marum said quietly:

"If you see my father, please tell him that he is doing well."

Aaron chuckled and said, "Of course, I'd also like to ask if Guilliman's animal skin skirt fits him well."

He fell asleep immediately, wanting to get some rest.

Perhaps it was this thought that led him to open his eyes again and find himself in a magnificent stone palace.

It is not glittering or magnificent, but it does not reveal the roughness of the stone either.

Because each of these stones has been carved into a beautiful and lifelike sculpture.

A huge, blond, buzz-cut figure was hidden inside the bath in the center of the hall, obscured by the rising steam.

Aaron felt his feet were burning hot and, looking at the nearly boiling hot spring, exclaimed in surprise:

"The water has already boiled, right?"

A weary voice came:

“Aaron, perhaps I should call you elder brother. Please wait a moment.”

Guilliman stood up from the bathtub, clapped his hands, and a series of clicks and claps filled the air as switches were turned on.

Then, clear water rushed in, adjusting the temperature of the bath to a comfortable level.

"Please come in, brother. Over the years, you are the fifth brother who has shared a bath with me."

Guilliman was wearing the animal skin skirt, which had expanded to fit the Primarch's body perfectly.

Aaron thought to himself, "This brother is easier to talk to; he's a good younger brother."

He cheered and jumped into the bath, feeling the nourishment for his soul and completely relaxing.

When he swam to Guilliman's side, he saw that face that could be described as young and perfect, but with an almost tangible weariness in its eyes.

"Hey, Guilliman, is something bothering you?"

"You look so tired. Come on, now that it's your rest time, don't think about anything."

Guilliman nodded slightly and lay back down in the bathtub.

He was able to lean his arms against the wall, while Aaron was like a fish in a pond, unable to find a way to steady himself for a while.

Guilliman looked at his brother and said calmly:

“I’m aware of Marum and Kaul’s communications. It seems my father from 40,000 years ago was doing quite well.”

Aaron immediately choked, accidentally swallowed a few sips of water, and hurriedly gagged.

"vomit--"

"Not bad! My God, how did he take care of you brothers afterward? So much so that you think that old man was actually pretty good to me when he was supporting me!"

He clenched his teeth, as if he wanted to devour that old man alive.

Guilliman pondered for a moment, unsure how to answer, and finally could only say:

"At least your father took you in and raised you."

Alright, just like Father said.

The father felt that simply leaving his son by his side and watching him grow up was enough to fulfill his responsibility.

fart!

After my mother passed away, I had to take care of everything for the family, from food and clothing to daily necessities.

Aaron deduced a series of alarming conclusions from Guilliman's words:

"So, my younger brothers weren't even taken along by that old man?"

"And when you grow up, I'll cause you all sorts of trouble, while I hide away and never show my face!"

Guilliman was stunned, wanting to explain, but unsure what to say:

"No, it's not that bad. Well, it's probably much worse than you say."

He cannot lie against his conscience.

"Okay, Father is a bastard."

Guilliman lowered his head, wondering if his words would be heard by his father, who now sat on the golden throne.

Aaron was very pleased with this and moved closer to Guilliman, resting his hand on his shoulder.

It was their first formal meeting, yet they acted as if they had already acknowledged each other as family, without any barriers between them.

He opened his mouth and said:

"That's more like it! I have a plan. Let's find a chance to beat him up, okay? If my brothers were all giants like you, we could definitely knock that hunchbacked old man to the ground!"

Guilliman's expression gradually became strange; his lips trembled, a tremor he hadn't shown when he had angrily rebuked Forgrim.

"No, there's no need for that. Alright, Aaron, I have a gift for you."

Guilliman stood up again, trying to avoid the topic.

He walked out of the main hall, and returned not long after.

He was holding a long robe, white on top and blue on the bottom, and an olive wreath.

“This is the clothing from my hometown, Makula, and it shouldn’t look too out of place in your time. Brother, may you have a wonderful life.”

Guilliman's somber tone made Aaron realize the fact that he had died while his brothers were still alive.

He climbed out of the bath, stood on tiptoe, and took the robe. He feigned a happy expression.

"Oh dear, although we can't meet in reality, since I died before you were born, meeting in a dream is like a family reunion."

"Brother loves you."

Guilliman knelt down and embraced his brother.

This is the first time in history that a brother has expressed love for the Primarch.

Ruth's words after drinking too much and vomiting in his bathtub with Ryan don't count.

"Thank you, brother."

Aaron began to feel unreal; he was about to awaken.

"Well, finally, if your sons, those Heavenly Palace Guards, teach them to be more discreet! Sometimes when Marum speaks, Father gets very angry and curses your name as well."

He hurriedly reminded him, and then disappeared completely.

When she woke up again, she was wearing the robe that Guilliman had given her, and the sun was shining brightly outside the room.

The father, however, covered his hair and wailed:

"Don't just exchange things for the future without proper rituals! You two brats, you unfilial descendants!"

It seems that he obtained Guilliman's robe without a return trip, which resulted in damage to his father's hair.

Seeing the angry look in his father's eyes, Aaron said firmly:

"The love I received from my family under Guilliman far surpasses what you have! What's wrong with a younger brother giving his older brother some clothes? It's better than you making me wear animal skins for the rest of my life!"

"In my opinion, you should make a sacrifice for us brothers and for this family. That would be fulfilling your responsibility as a father!"

Anda covered her hair and angrily rebuked;

"You idiot, you have no idea how valuable that animal skin skirt is! Marum, hold him down, I'm going to spank him!"

Marum could only kneel down in fear, looking at Aaron's robes with a hint of envy.

That Makurag-style robe and laurel wreath were exactly the same style that the Primarch himself had worn as a child.

It is also recorded in the historical documents of Ottara.

Anda howled for a long time before realizing that Marum was just kneeling on the ground, not moving, and then watched as his son, now that he had grown up, started to provoke him.

Holding his last breath, he sat back down.

"You little brat, if Old Ma were here, he would have shown no mercy when dealing with my son."

"When the jailers arrive, be smart. We need to find clues about that war demon. Put family matters aside for now."

Aaron was excited to see his father get the short end of the stick because of him, saying:

"Catch demons? I'm thinking of smashing all these evil things to smithereens!"

Anda simply soothed the scalp; there was no physical damage, just some pain when her hair was pulled.

Erda used to like pulling his hair to urge him to hurry up and satisfy her hunger.

Um, I mean it makes cooking faster by starting a fire.

How did I, 40,000 years later, end up in such a state?

Chapter 20 Don't touch my dad's face!

Aaron carefully tidied up the robes, and he had a vague feeling that...

Even the materials used in the clothing of the Macedonian royal family could not compare to it.

At the same time, he asked Marum to clean it up.

I'll save this outfit for a meaningful occasion.

For example, when you see your mother.

The jailers didn't arrive until around "Lamin" in the morning, which means "Lamin the God in the sky."

In Marum's time system, this corresponds to 10:00 AM.