Warhammer: Empire Reboot

With a cold expression, she walked towards the large bed.

Lawson looked up from the Imperial History and pointed to the sofa next to him.

"You sleep there."

Ilancia stopped in her tracks.

"what?"

"sofa."

Lawson turned a page of the book.

"The bed is mine."

Ilancia stared at him.

"You brought me to the bedroom not so I would sleep with you?"

Lawson looked at her like she was an idiot.

"You wish."

The room was silent for half a second.

Ilancia's face gradually turned cold, then flushed red.

This is also a disgrace.

She had already considered the worst possible outcome and even prepared herself for it, but this human actually disliked her.

She is the daughter of the high-ranking Saim-Han clan, an Ark Warrior, and a Blade who survived 127 hunts.

Why does this human monkey have the right to look down on her?

But another emotion surfaced uncontrollably.

Fortunately.

She loathed this sense of relief.

Lawson continued reading.

"Don't stand there blocking the light."

Ilancia clenched her fist and finally walked over to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa is very wide.

It is comfortable enough for humans.

For the Eldar, it's barely acceptable.

She pulled the towel tighter, leaned to one side, and kept her eyes fixed on Lawson.

Lawson is reading a book.

She observed.

She kept calculating the success rate of the assassination in her mind.

Seven steps away.

Lawson had no weapons at hand.

Two dogs and three dogs were outside the door.

The great demon Slaanesh is not nearby.

If she were to suddenly attack now, the long blade could pierce Lawson's throat in 0.7 seconds.

The premise is that Lawson is as relaxed as he appears.

Ilancia quickly dismissed this assessment.

She couldn't bear the consequences of a failed assassination attempt.

It's better that she's dead.

What should we do with those soul stones?

What about the door to Saim-Hannah?

She could only endure it.

The night grew deeper.

Lawson closed the book, casually turned off the lights, leaving only a dim wall lamp on.

He lay down, and his breathing quickly became steady.

Ilancia sat on the sofa, her eyes still open.

She didn't want to sleep.

Sleep means a decrease in vigilance.

A decline in vigilance means danger.

But she was already too tired.

During the days she was kept under guard, her mental state was pushed to its limit.

The room is quiet now.

There is no whisper of the subspace.

There was no chill from the edge of the Soul Stone.

There was no sticky laughter from Slaanesh.

Lawson's presence acted like a wall, blocking out the outside world.

Ilancia struggled to open her eyes.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

The last thing she saw was Lawson lying with his back to her, as if he were really asleep.

absurd.

She felt safe in the bedroom of a human warlord.

After that thought flashed through her mind, she fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, light was already streaming in through the high window.

Ilancia sat up abruptly.

His hand immediately reached for the soul stone on his chest.

Still.

Next to her was her battle armor, which she had already cleaned, dried, and completed basic maintenance.

She froze for a few seconds.

I overslept, and I slept very soundly.

She looked at the bed.

Lawson had already left.

The time is displayed on the wall-mounted terminal.

It was close to noon.

Ilancia could not accept this fact.

She rarely slept this much, even on the Ark.

While Sa'im-Han's Ark is safe, it can never truly be at peace. The echoes of their ancestors resound in the endless circuits, the whispers of their kind linger between the Soulstones, the Prophet's Tower casts fragments of destiny into their dreams, the shadows of the Comoros occasionally drift from the far reaches of the Web, and the presence of the Slaanesh is like a dagger forever etched on the Eldar's soul.

The Ark is home.

But home is also filled with memories, responsibilities, and fears.

At Lawson's place, she slept a nearly blank sleep.

It's as if the entire subspace is being held back by a single hand.

Ilancia sat on the sofa, her feelings so complicated that she wanted to draw her sword and chop something.

She would rather it be a trap.

But the feeling of ease and relief after physical recovery is undeniable.

She changed back into her armor, tied her silver hair back up, hung the long blade back at her waist, and pushed open the door to go out.

In the hallway outside the door, Er Gou was squatting on the ground with his back to her, studying a metal plate.

There were also three dogs and several mastiffs nearby.

A deck of cards and a few bullet casings were laid out on the table as chips.

Er Gou lowered his head and fiddled with the metal plate with his thick fingers.

Ilancia approached silently.

The footsteps landed almost silently on the ground.

When she was five steps away from Er Gou, Er Gou spoke without turning his head.

"You can sleep even better than Oglin."

Ilancia stopped.

Er Gou continued:

"The boss said to go find him upstairs once you're awake."

Ilancia stared at his retreating figure.

Can you hear my footsteps?

Er Gou was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at her as if he were looking at a Squiger who had just learned to speak.