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

"Then I will be your mother!" Claudia's eyes sparkled with maternal love. She gently ruffled Angron's hair. "I, Claudia Octavia, have never been married, nor do I know what it's like to be a mother. I'm still a virgin, but I promise to give you everything I have and treat you like my own!"

Angron looked up at Wop, not to ask for his advice, but to tell him—what she said was true, and she was speaking to you.

This woman is indeed of a very high level, even Angron cannot withstand her with his ability.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a mother like Claudia?

Claudia gracefully lifted her skirt and smiled back, "Wop, you must be exhausted from your journey. Please follow me. I have prepared a comfortable bed for you."

Wop was not moved by women's beauty, but he had to admit that this woman was damn sweet!

As they ascended the stairs, Claudia tapped the gilded handrail with her fingertips. Her tone was gentle but undeniable. "Before the official investiture ceremony, it's best not to leave this palace without my company. The hounds of other families are waiting to snatch this precious treasure of yours from me."

"Award?"

"The investiture of a high-ranking knight." Claudia's lips curled up mysteriously. "The ceremony originates from an ancient covenant five thousand years ago. Any human with pure genes is eligible to become a high-ranking knight during the investiture ceremony."

"do you have any requests?"

"Genetic purity is the only criterion, but you still need implants." Claudia gracefully spread her silver wings. "Every high-ranking knight has the right to choose his own implants, and the quality depends on the treasures of each family. You are my husband, and the treasures of the Octavian family are at your disposal."

Wop: "Can't I just not have the implant? I'm a body purist."

"Although I would like to rewrite the rules for you, unfortunately, the Octavia family's strength does not allow it."

Claudia's expression was distressed, but a smile flickered in her eyes. It would be better if he didn't become a high-ranking knight. That way, Wop would never be able to go out alone and would have to have her by his side. This future would be more exciting.

Wop fell silent. He had clearly brought Angron here to overthrow this corrupt world, so how come he became the son-in-law of a wealthy family in the blink of an eye?

The free meal that he couldn't get in Terra was actually available in Nukeria.

Wop often imagined the future. He had thought of spending the rest of his life on Terra after retirement, the Spire of Nostramo, the inner world of Colchis, and Asaheim in Fenris, but he had never expected to spend his life in Nuceria.

Because of slavery and Angron's tragic experience, he had no expectations for the world. He just wanted to raise Angron to adulthood as soon as possible and then spend a few years overthrowing the world.

But now, the other high-ranking knights should be killed, but if Claudia had to be killed, Angron might not be able to do it.

Because she is so sincere!

……

"Who are you? Where is Wop?"

When Mira woke up, she found herself in the bathtub. A strange beautiful older sister was carefully helping her bathe, and the scent of rose essential oil was lingering in the mist.

Her psychic powers were no longer suppressed, but she was still frightened and subconsciously asked where Wop had gone.

"They are negotiating with the high-ranking knights."

Mira looked at the girl. She remembered her name, Crest, and that she was one of the slaves that Worp had freed.

"Why are we here?"

Crest: "It was arranged by the high-ranking knight."

Mira: "When can I see Wop?"

"Wait until you're done bathing, my little master." The beautiful older sister leaned forward slightly, her red lips parted as she whispered softly, "Master hates to see others dirty. Please let me wash you clean, okay? Otherwise, Master will punish us."

"Big sister, what's your name?"

"Ainol."

Mira felt dizzy and let her elder sister scrub and wash her like a rag doll, and then wipe her body.

She forgot how she walked out of the bathtub, she only remembered that she and Crest suddenly changed into a beautiful dress.

Her dress is blue and Kleist's is purple.

The beautiful elder sister said: "The master likes these two colors."

When the lake blue velvet dress wrapped around her thin body, Mira felt as if she had become someone from another world.

But she still remembered who she was and whispered, "Where's Wop?"

……

"Wop!"

Mira came running like a chick returning to its nest and threw herself into Wop's arms.

Onomamos and other slaves stood in the distance, all dressed in decent clothes, but the slave brands on their faces still coldly revealed their situation.

Claudia smiled and asked, "What a lovely girl! Is she your daughter?"

"No, but I raised her as my daughter." Wop ruffled the little girl's hair. Her psychic power was not as strong as Wop and Angron's, but fortunately, the high-level knight's device did not cause irreversible damage to her.

The palace maid gave her a bath and changed her into a little blue dress.

This reminded him of Fili. The little girl also liked blue dresses and liked to stick to him like Mira.

It's just that Wop has to accompany Coze and doesn't have much time to take care of others.

After so many years, Fili is no longer a little girl, she should be a grown-up girl now.

And Dorothy, he didn't know how they were doing now, he didn't have time to go back and see them.

Claudia's fingertips lightly touched her red lips, a sly smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "Hmm?" Her lazy ending sound tickled my heart like a feather. "If I don't want your genes, can you raise me as your daughter?"

Wop didn't respond, he didn't know how to respond, this was a real succubus, but she missed any opportunity to seduce him and induce him to make a promise, as if he would definitely fulfill it as long as he made the promise, although it was indeed the case.

So he never made promises lightly, not even to the Emperor.

The only one who can make him make a promise is the Primarch.

Oh, and Medea, who he promised would always be humanity's ally as long as she didn't betray them.

But this shouldn't be considered a commitment, more like a security agreement.

Claudia suddenly chuckled, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm such a good-for-nothing I can't even get a perfunctory response. It seems you think I'm a burden. If that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier? It would save me from having to put my warm face in front of your cold stove. I was foolish enough to think you were someone who could understand..."

Wop: "Is there a theater in Nukeriya?"

"Yes." Claudia nodded.

"It's a pity you don't become an actor."

"What kind of show do you want to see? I can perform it for you, but only you can see it. High-ranking knights never show their true faces to the public."

Wop: "I don't watch plays."

"Anyway, you're fed up with me. You're such a hard-hearted person! Now you've even stopped pretending..."

Ignoring her, Wop left with Mira and Angron by his hand, and as he passed the slaves, he said to Onomamos, "Follow me."

Claudia didn't follow immediately. She leaned against the gilded window, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the curtain tassels. "Why do you think he doesn't like me? Is it because my face isn't beautiful enough?"

The maid lowered her head even lower, her neck bent into a submissive arc, and even her breathing was very light, for fear of disturbing her master.

"Ainol, I'm asking you."

"Master, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful star in the entire galaxy." Ainol's fingertips twisted the hem of her skirt tightly. "That lord may not have had the pleasure of seeing your full splendor yet."

"Ainol, flattery is not what I need." Claudia's nonchalant glance back frightened the maid so much that she trembled all over and even her teeth chattered.

Ainol's legs suddenly went weak and he almost fell to the ground nervously.

"Speak, and I will forgive you."

Ainol's voice was as thin as a mosquito's: "Maybe you are too hasty. Maybe you should develop more slowly."

"Is this fast?"

Ainol shuddered all over, his slender neck almost bent at a right angle, staring at the cold marble floor, even holding his breath.

Claudia suddenly tilted her head and said, "Ainol, are you not used to this body?"

"No, Master, I'm used to it." Ainol's shoulders trembled violently.

"Then act naturally."

"Yes, Master."

……

In the room arranged for the slaves, Wop asked, "I'm going to cooperate with her. Do you have any suggestions?"

"My Lord, I shouldn't have said anything," said Onomamos, "but the High Knight doesn't speak the truth. She must have other plans!"

Wop shook his head. "Besides the affected acting, everything she said was true. Angron has confirmed it."

The little girl looked up. "Then why did she betray her class?"

The word class was something she learned from Woppe's lectures.

"Because I promised that she would be the only one left in this class." Wop paused, "Besides, she's attracted to me."

Onomamos remained silent. This touched upon his blind spot in knowledge, and he did not dare to speak casually.

Oenomamos: "My Lord, are you sure you want Angron to go to the arena?"

"That depends on Angron."

No matter how Angron wanted to conquer the world, Wop supported him. Even if Angron asked Wop to help him kill the high-ranking knights, he would help him.

It was also Angron's decision whether to go to the arena or not.

"I must go," Angron said. "If I am to lead them, I must be with them, not just shouting slogans from above."

Chapter 88: The Uprising (5.5K)

"Claudia, you've taken the treasure that belongs to all of us!"

"His bloodline is so pure, he will give birth to a noble offspring for us!"

"Hand him over, he must belong to all the high-ranking knights!"

"Let me use him, please, Claudia, I promise I'll just use him!"

Dozens of silver spheres circled around Claudia like stars, and their built-in speakers simultaneously emitted sharp explosions, forcing Claudia to meet their demands.

"I'm not negotiating with you!" Claudia's icy voice was like an arctic wind blowing through the hall, and all the silver balls instantly fell silent. "I'm warning you not to go after him. He belongs to me."

"Claudia, you can't monopolize him." The largest silver sphere roared.

Claudia: "I won't take him for myself, but I'm the only one who can bear his first child. If you want him, you must have him after that."

"Doesn't that mean we have to wait a year?"

“What if you’re infertile?”

The silver sphere started talking again.

Claudia casually ran her fingertips across the mask. "It was the Octavian family that discovered him. This is my legal right."

"One year." The largest silver ball made a sound. "You can have him for a maximum of one year. Regardless of whether you are pregnant after one year, you must give him to us to enjoy."

Claudia: "You? Including you?"

"Yes, including me." The silver sphere laughed, "I want to taste him too."

"Tark, you're a man!"

"No, Turk, you can't do this to him!"

Turk: "You don't have to worry about me. I won't hurt him. At most, I will hurt his back. It won't affect the use of his front."

"Absolutely not! Your mother and sister can use him, but not you, not any man!"

Turk's proposal was unanimously opposed by the silver spheres, so he had no choice but to give up: "Okay, but the Turk family must have priority use rights."

"can."

The high-ranking knights reached a consensus and happily began to discuss the order of use.

A silver ball suddenly broke away from the group, trembling and hovering in front of Claudia, emitting a choked sob with electronic noise: "Claudia, I love you so much, why don't you love me? Please, I can just be a bystander. Even if you let me be with him, I am willing. Let me see you, okay?"

“Shut up!” Claudia uttered two syllables with obvious disgust.

"Ainol."

The maid silently stepped out of the shadows, the sinister-looking sonic resonance gun in her hand gleaming with a cold light. She pulled the trigger expressionlessly, a high-frequency pulse rippling through the air. The silver ball, before it could even utter a mournful cry, disintegrated into a wisp of green smoke.

"Poor Anthony, he is so persistent!"

"Serves you right. A dog that licks the boots will never die a good death."