Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Basic recovery process?

She suddenly remembered what Lawson had said earlier: "Some people hide in their homes."

No.

That wasn't said by Lawson; it was something she cursed in her heart.

But what she was seeing made her reassess the identities of these four fighting nuns.

The way they looked at Lawson was definitely not the way ordinary subordinates looked at their commander.

There was fanaticism, worship, possessiveness disguised as faith, and an intimacy that made Ilancia very uncomfortable.

The four nuns also saw her.

The reactions were very consistent.

Dislike.

The Imperial Sisters' attitude toward the aliens needs no explanation.

Especially the Eldar, a race that considers itself noble and has been both an enemy and an ally of the Empire on and off.

Ilancia sneered inwardly.

Imperial Nun.

A group of women raised on prayer, fire, and fanaticism.

But she soon couldn't laugh anymore.

Because she heard Sera mutter something under her breath.

"Lady Adèle isn't here, is she?"

Sena replied, "She's at the East Side Church Hospital and reported her itinerary to Katerina three hours ago."

Sera breathed a sigh of relief.

"very good."

Katarina coughed.

Sera immediately shut up.

Ilancia quickly pieced together something in her mind.

These four nuns probably didn't just recently develop an ambiguous relationship with Lawson.

They may even have had an unseen rivalry with that Adèle.

The Governor's wife, Adele.

An ordinary woman.

He was able to navigate the Governor's Office, the Upper Nest Nobles, and the representatives of the Ministry of the Interior for many years, and still maintain a position by Lawson's side.

Ilancia didn't need to know the details to guess that the woman was not simple.

The banquet was held in a small hall inside the palace.

It's not large in scale.

Only Lawson, four battle nuns, and Ilancia were present.

The food was not extravagant.

Grains from Klein's agricultural planet, vegetables from the hydroponic zone of the Tri-Star, a small amount of meat, and a type of red wine preserved through stasis.

There are also a few hot soups suitable for post-war recovery.

The four nuns sat very upright.

Even though they had a relationship with Lawson that went beyond that of a normal superior and subordinate, they would not lose their manners at the dinner table.

As Ilancia looked at them, her displeasure became even more pronounced.

These four nuns are not just pretty faces.

It is still his political tool.

Moreover, they themselves understand this, and are even proud of it.

They are the four burning torches of the Rosen system in the hearts of the people.

Halfway through the dinner, Sera suddenly asked Lawson.

"Sir, how long will you be resting this time?"

Katarina paused for a moment with her knife.

Vera lowered her head to drink her soup, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Sena remained expressionless, but she also looked at Lawson.

Lawson looked at Sera.

What do you want to ask?

Sera blushed instantly.

“We have completed our recent pilgrimage mission, and the local religious order will take over for the next three days. As per your previous orders, we can now rest.”

She gritted her teeth.

"We hope to serve you in your rest tonight."

Ilancia paused for a moment, her hand holding the cup still.

She had assumed such things would be kept hidden behind a curtain.

I never expected that this nun named Sera would speak so bluntly.

Lawson looked at them, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Then tonight."

Sera's eyes lit up.

"As ordered."

As Ilancia watched this scene, the thought of "vulgar humans" almost reached her tongue.

But she didn't say it.

At least in the minds of these four nuns, this was not desire in the ordinary sense.

It's also harder to laugh at them.

After the dinner, Lawson stood up.

The four battle nuns also stood up at the same time.

Sena looked at Ilancia and finally spoke.

"Your Excellency Ilancia, the rear hall is the private area of ​​the Seal Master."

The meaning is quite clear.

Don't follow me.

Ilancia looked up at her.

"I have no interest in people's private lives."

Lawson glanced at Ilancia, offering neither explanation nor reassurance.

"Let's go."

Four battle nuns followed at the same time.

As they passed by Ilancia, Vera nodded slightly to her, as if out of politeness.

Sera glanced at her with a look of triumph that was hard to hide.

Ilancia understood.

The blonde nun was showing off.

childish.

Rough.

Humanity.

But she was actually provoked.

The main gate to the rear hall opened.

Light streamed out from inside.

Lawson walked in front, with four nuns following behind.

The heavy thud of the door separated the inside from the outside.

Ilancia stood in the small hall, her fingertips pressing against the side of the cup, gradually increasing the pressure.

She knew what they were going to do.

The answer was already clear in the eyes of those four battle nuns, who seemed to be enjoying springtime.

Human warlords brought the holy nun into their palace, and the nun considered it an honor.

But what truly bothers Ilancia is not these things.

She remembered the day Lawson led her into the bedroom.

She was prepared for the worst.

As it turned out, the human just complained that she hadn't showered for days and told her to shower and sleep on the sofa.

Now, he no longer dislikes the four nuns.

The fire in Ilancia's heart burned more and more awkwardly.

She knew she shouldn't care.

She shouldn't compare herself to the four Imperial nuns.