Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

As for Coze, he was too young, and Fili didn't think he understood the meaning of this.

"This is such a misunderstanding."

Fili had black hair and eyes, like all Nostramo, and skin as pale as a corpse.

She has no iris, and the visible part of her eyeball is completely occupied by the pupil, which is caused by living in darkness for many years.

Malnutrition left her with neither beauty nor figure. Beauty belonged to the upper class aristocrats, not to the malnourished people at the bottom of the nest.

……

Fili fell asleep, a peaceful sleep.

Because there were two outsiders in her house, they had power that was useless no matter how she resisted.

She tried to offer herself but was rejected, so she didn't need to worry about what Wop would do to her.

Wop was awake, and neither was Coz, and they looked at each other in the dark.

Wop: "What did you see?"

Coz knew what he was asking and said, "I saw her kill you with a dagger."

"It seems your prediction was wrong."

Curze nodded, his prediction was wrong.

Chapter 7: A Giant, and a Giant Baby

“The future is a library, and the prophecies you see are just one of the books. They are one direction of future development, but they are by no means the whole picture.”

"You need to control the prophecy and make it work for you, rather than letting it control you."

Curze didn't quite understand, and Wop didn't expect the Primarch to change for him with just a few words, but there were some truths he had to tell him.

Wop raised his palm and pointed it at Coze's little face.

"Next I will slap you. You can use the prophecy to see whether I will slap you on the left or right cheek."

Curze wanted to tell Wop that he couldn't fully control the prophecy, but the prophecy already told him the answer.

The boy said, "The left cheek."

Snapped!

Wop gently slapped himself on the right cheek, and the sound woke Fili from her dream.

Wop: "Did your prophecy see this?"

Koz shook his head.

Wop: "Do you know what this is called?"

"Resistance, I want to resist my fate."

Koz raised his head, he had understood something.

"Wrong, it's a choice!" Wop shook his head and raised his palm again, "I'm going to slap you again, tell me whether it's the left cheek or the right cheek this time."

Coates: "I would say right cheek, and you'll slap yourself on the left cheek."

Wop raised his hand and slapped him twice, one on each side very evenly.

His face was swollen and Wop showed no mercy.

"Did you see your prophecy?"

Koz shook his head.

"Do you know why?"

Koz still shook his head.

"Because you have told me your prophecy, but I feel that your prophecy is not good for me, so I choose not to obey it."

Koz was thinking.

"Do it again. Will I hit you on the left or right cheek this time?"

Koz: "Left cheek."

Snapped!

Wop slapped him on the left side of his face, and his face swelled up even more.

Philly was stunned. What are you doing?

Wop: "Does this match the prophecy?"

Koz nodded and asked, "Why?"

"Because human emotions are so fickle, I just thought it was useless to obey the prophecy, but now I suddenly want to slap you. Congratulations, your prediction was correct."

Coze seemed to understand, but he raised his hand and said, "The prophecy tells me that I will rebel against you and slap you on the left cheek."

"so?"

Koz said nothing, raised his hand and slapped him.

Wop put his hand up to block his hand, and just as he was about to smile, Curze slapped him on the right cheek with lightning speed.

His face was also swollen.

Coze: "This is not a prophecy. I liked you very much before, but I just found you annoying, so I slapped you."

Wop covered his right cheek and slapped Coze on the forehead when he smiled, causing him to fall to the ground.

Koz got up from the ground, his forehead and nose were bleeding, but he was smiling happily.

Wop asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Coates: "I choose not to answer."

Wop: "Prophecy is not simply predicting whether I will slap you or you will slap me."

"I see."

"You don't understand. Prophecy will present the cold reality to you, but it won't tell you the process."

Coz didn't understand.

Wop: "Do you want me to die?"

Koz shook his head.

"Then I will die," Wop said. "This is the prophecy of fate. The prophecy tells you that I will die. On the day you unify Nostramo, I will die in front of you, killed by her sword."

He pointed at Fili, who was at a loss.

Coates: "I don't see that prophecy."

"That's because your prophetic ability isn't strong enough yet. As you grow, your predictions will be able to predict many things in advance. You'll be able to see a person's fate with just one glance."

Curze asked, "Is that your prophecy?"

"Yes."

Wop nodded. He was a jerk at predicting things, but anything was possible. Even if he insisted that it was his prediction, Coze would have no way to disprove it.

Coates: "I won't let it happen."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Koz looked at Fili, holding the fragments tightly, and he immediately thought of a solution.

Fili was terrified and curled up in the corner.

"You want to kill her?"

"Kill her, and she won't be able to kill you."

"Then have you ever thought that it was because of our conversation today, because you wanted to kill her, that she would kill me in the future?"

Koz was silent.

"The Eldar are like this. The prophets among them also possess powerful prophetic abilities and often make various attempts to stop prophecies, but it is these attempts that lead to the prophecies happening."

Curz walked towards Fili, holding the fragment.

Coz: "I won't let you kill him."

"I won't kill him." Fili was about to cry. Why would she kill her savior?

"You promise."

Fili nodded hurriedly: "I promise."

"If you break the promise I made today, I will kill you and everyone you care about."

Coz turned back to Wop.

Wop: "That's your choice, threatening a poor girl?"

Koz nodded.

"Then have you ever considered that your threats might backfire and cause her to kill me in the future?"

"I really won't kill you, I swear!" Fili cried out, this was worse than strengthening her.

Coz was thinking, wondering what Wop was trying to teach him.

This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either. So what should he do?

He understood resistance and choice, so what else did Wop want him to do?

Wop: "Why do you want to please me?"

"I didn't." Coze shook his head.

"Then why did you listen to me?"

Coz thought about it seriously. He knew there was something called the chick effect, which states that newborn chicks will regard the first creature they see as their mother. Is this the case with him?

Coz: "Because I choose to listen to you."

“Did you make the choice you wanted to make, or did I guide you to make the choice?”

Koz was confused: "You want me to resist you?"

Wop said seriously: "I don't want you to rebel against me. I hope you can become my puppet so that I don't have to worry about the future."

Coz shook his head: "I don't want to be a puppet, and neither do you."

"why?"

"If you wanted to do that, you wouldn't have told me."

Koze is a pretty smart kid, but he was driven crazy by the prophecy.

Wop felt that his educational achievements were quite significant and not as difficult as he had imagined.

The invincible Primarchs in people's words may just be a group of children who lack love.

A good education can enable them to grow up to be normal, mentally healthy people. This is exactly what Wop hopes for and the only thing he can do.

If the Four Gods insisted on feeding the Original Body Puff, no matter how well he taught them, it would be useless.

"That's all for today's class. Go to sleep." Wop rubbed Koz's head.

Koz lay down obediently and closed his eyes.

The Primarchs were giants in action, born with limitless knowledge. This knowledge taught them to become erudite scholars, powerful warriors, sophisticated scientists, and creative inventors, but it could not teach them how to be human beings.

In the M3 era, families and schools will share the responsibility of educating children.

But the Primarchs had neither families nor schools, which made it easy for them to become extreme.

So Wop has to be both a father and a mother, as well as a teacher.

"The fate of humanity rests in the hands of a bunch of giant babies. It's despairing just thinking about it."

Wop muttered to himself, and Koz opened his eyes. The knowledge in his mind allowed him to accurately understand the meaning of giant baby. He wondered who the giant baby Wop was talking about.

Anyway, it can't be him.