Warhammer: Empire Reboot

“You’re not trying to replace me,” Adela said, looking at the four of them. “At least you shouldn’t think that way.”

Sera sneered: "You certainly know how to reserve a place for yourself."

“I’m leaving you some room to maneuver,” Adela said calmly. “The Lord is not a trophy, not a sacred object, nor an altar that can be monopolized by anyone. If you go in with the intention of ‘driving me away,’ he will soon find out.”

Sena squinted.

"Then?"

“Then he’ll find it troublesome,” Adela said. “Men can deal with ten thousand enemies on the battlefield, but when they get back to their rooms, they hate dealing with the battle lines between women.”

Sera was about to retort when Katarina raised her hand to stop her.

Adela continued, "So what you're doing isn't kicking me out, but making me move from the front of the door to the side."

She smiled slightly.

"In this way, what the ruler sees is not struggle, but order."

Sena whispered, "She's put herself back in."

Sera gritted her teeth: "I can tell."

Adela looked at them and readily admitted it.

“Of course. If I had no value, I wouldn’t be standing here today. If the four of you didn’t need me, you wouldn’t have summoned me.”

"Let's begin. Time is of the essence," Katarina commanded.

Adela straightened up, her expression becoming professional.

"First, we need to clarify the basic data of the target object."

"The lord's body is now completely beyond the realm of common sense. You should know better than I do that this means that conventional massage techniques used by ordinary people are like a gentle breeze brushing against terracotta armor, offering no relief for his muscle soreness."

Sena nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

"Therefore, the four adults possess advantages that I can never attain."

“You are living saints. Your strength far surpasses that of ordinary people. When performing deep muscle relaxation for adults, the focus is on the connection between the cervical spine and the shoulder blades.”

Adela walked behind Vera and gently pressed on Vera's shoulder as a demonstration: "Here. The adult has been fighting for the country for a long time, and his nerve cords are under great strain. When pressing here, do not use your fingertips, but the heel of your palm, and use your divine power to apply downward pressure in a spiral. The pressure should be strong enough to crush an ordinary person's bones, so that the adult will feel comfortable."

The four nuns listened intently, as if they were memorizing the maintenance manual for a bomb gun.

Vera even took out a carbon pen and wrote down keywords in the blank spaces of the manuscript.

"Relaxing your legs is equally important."

Adela continued, “When tapping, you can’t slap with your palm; you have to make a fist and use the hardness of your knuckles to strike the muscle bundles. The frequency must be consistent, which will allow his central nervous system to quickly enter a dormant state.”

Katarina tapped the table a few times to get a feel for the angle of force.

She was very pleased with this purely physical principle.

"The basic physical relaxation technique has been explained."

Adela paused, a rare blush rising on her cheeks. "Next, we'll address both the psychological and physical needs. That's the most crucial part."

The nuns unconsciously softened their breathing.

Adele looked at the four warriors, pure as blank sheets of paper: "My lords, on the battlefield, you are unstoppable blades. But in your lord's palace, you must learn to sheathe your sharpness. He doesn't need four guards ready to draw their swords at any moment."

“What do we need to do?” Sera asked eagerly, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

“Show your softness.”

Adela explained, “Your armor must be removed; adults like to be in control.”

Adela began to teach specific techniques.

She tried to use tactical terminology that the nuns could understand to ease their psychological burden.

"Lady Sera, Lady Sena, you are twins, which is your greatest tactical advantage. You can employ a flanking maneuver."

Sera's eyes widened: "A double flank attack?"

"Yes."

Adela explained without batting an eye, “One person is responsible for stimulating the nerve endings on the left side, and the other person is responsible for the right side. They keep the frequencies synchronized. Adults have extremely strong neural processing capabilities, and a single stimulus can easily bore them. The dual-track sensory input can instantly overload their brains, thereby achieving complete blankness and relaxation.”

Sena blushed as she mentally rehearsed the feasibility of this "two-front war," her face turning as red as if she had a high fever.

"Lady Vera."

"Your personality is the gentlest. You can be in charge of direct control in the core area. The adults really like the purity in you. During the process, do not suppress your voice. Whether it is a prayer or meaningless syllables, your voice is the best subspace isolation barrier for the adults."

Vera gripped the pen so tightly that it made a faint cracking sound.

She nodded slightly.

"As for Lady Katarina..."

Adela looked at the red-haired captain. "You can be the captain. You need to match his rhythm. Like this pose..."

Adela pulled over a high-backed chair, gripped the back with both hands, lowered her upper body, and let her waist sink in, demonstrating a movement that extremely tests flexibility: "At this angle of force, adults can exert the greatest kinetic energy, and you can also bear the maximum. Remember, don't resist, go with the flow."

Katarina's gaze swept over Adela's every joint like a radar, forcibly imprinting the image into her mental tactical repertoire.

"There's one last detail."

Adela straightened up and adjusted her skirt. "When an adult's breathing rate changes, we must never retreat, and..."

Adela lowered her voice and revealed several extremely secretive techniques.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the chaotic beating of the four people's hearts.

Sera rubbed her face vigorously, trying to wash away the heat.

She usually doesn't even flinch when her intestines spill out during raids, but now she feels like she's about to spontaneously combust.

"Did you understand?" Katarina asked, trying to appear calm as she looked around.

Sena took a deep breath and expressed her understanding: "The tactical logic is clear, and the execution path is well-defined. All that's missing is practical application."

Vera closed the manuscript, carefully folded the two pages filled with tactical instructions, and tucked them away close to her body.

"very good."

Katarina hung the chainsaw sword back on the weapon rack on the wall.

A hint of approval crept into her eyes as she looked at Adela: "You did a great job, Adela. You proved your worth."

Adela knelt again: "May the four lords bring you supreme glory and peace tonight."

Having said that, she tactfully left the prayer room.

With the door closed, only four living saints remained in the room once again.

Katarina gave the final instructions.

"Untie the sash of your robe, change into your summer training uniform, and prepare to engage the enemy at your designated tactical position."

Lawson stepped through the static force field and returned to the top of the tower.

The light subsided. The stagnant blue light curtain dissipated at the edge of the helipad at the top of the tower. Lawson stepped forward.

Andrei is standing here.

"Boss, welcome home."

"The battle report has been integrated into the central database, but resource inventory still requires three standard time periods."

Andrei spoke as he removed his armor.

"There has been a slight change in the top section."

Andrei said with a slight smile, "Lady Adela was originally waiting at the main entrance. Captain Katarina sent someone to invite her into the prayer room. The door was closed for an hour and a half."

"please?"

"On the surface, it's an invitation."

Andrei removed the right arm armor from Losen.

"The actual effect is close to that of a summons."

Lawson finally smiled.

"Then?"

"When Lady Adela came out, she handed over the authority to arrange her personal care after her return."

Andrei looked up and observed Losen's reaction.

"She moved herself from the position in front of the door to the side of the door."

Lawson understood.

"She taught them?"

"Yes."

"The nuns studied very diligently. According to the Foundation Sequence records, Saint Vera obtained the manuscript. Captain Katarina defined the entire conversation as an inner court tactical reorganization."

The curve of Lawson's lips deepened.

The fighting nuns trained by the state religion have always been synonymous with dogmatism and rigidity.

His mind was filled with heresy, bombs, and incendiary bombs.

Having transformed into living saints, they should be even more devoted to theological purity.

Now, these four people have actually learned to ostracize potential rivals for favor, and even lower themselves to learn techniques from a worldly noblewoman.

"My emotional intelligence has actually improved."

"Since they are anxious about making sacrifices, let's grant their wish."

Andrei bowed his head and stepped back.

Lawson walked down the corridor and pushed open the brass double door to the spacious bathroom.

This bathroom occupies a quarter of the area of ​​the spire.

The filtered water, kept at a constant temperature, circulates at the bottom of the white marble pool.

The air was filled with highly concentrated aromatherapy smoke.