Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"cheers."

Cheers of course.

Tarasha-Yoden, laughed.

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As the adoptive mother of the Primarch. The palace lord of Macragge, and theoretically the most noble mortal in the entire Ultramar, Ms. Yodon's life is naturally inseparable from the words "elegant" and "comfortable".

As a mother, she has the best son in the entire galaxy. As a mortal official, she lives in the most enlightened and prosperous country in the entire empire. Destiny seems to be particularly favoring this woman with wrinkles on her face. I don't want her to shed tears.

But despite this, Ms. Euton still has her own troubles: as the mother of the original body, she has to worry about how Guilliman will get along with the other brothers, and as an official of Ultramar, she has to think about What status should the entire Five Hundred Worlds have in the human empire?

Moreover, when these two identities are finally combined, the only stalemate between mother and son will arise: Lady Yotun is a native of Macragge, the adoptive mother and palace master of the Primarch. , naturally became the spokesperson of the so-called [Five Hundred Worlds Local Faction].

And Guilliman remembered that as a descendant of the Emperor of Mankind, and as the de facto loyal minister of the Empire in the Five Hundred Worlds, it was inevitable that he would have conflicts on certain political issues with his adoptive mother, whom he respected immensely.

The contradiction between the empire and the vassal state, the contradiction between the expedition and the people's livelihood, the contradiction between the legion system and the bureaucracy system, these complicated political elements have become involved in the original pure family relationship between the original body and his adoptive mother over time, and the relationship between the two parties has become more complicated. They are all extremely helpless, but they are unwilling to compromise on their bottom line.

They could only compromise, discuss, and occasionally engage in fierce debates, cleverly suppressing these originally sharp issues: after all, the Great Crusade was still advancing in full swing, and the prosperity and development of the Five Hundred Worlds was also visible to the naked eye. In the face of the ever-expanding cake, Any conflict can be easily suppressed.

It's just that the differences and arguments between the primarch and his adoptive mother due to their respective political roles were like sharp grass falling in the wind, rising and falling in their respective hearts, leaving Guilliman in the dead of night. Shaking her head and sighing during office hours, Ms. Euton's untroubled smile concealed a hint of possible worry.

What's even more sad is that because her identity is so special, the adoptive mother of the original body can't even find anyone to talk to, and no one can discuss her inner worries with her. Ms. Youdun can only let the flow of time let her heart melt. The worries are getting deeper and deeper, as small as a spark, and as hard to extinguish as a spark.

And just when the adoptive mother of the original body admitted with great pessimism that she would have to get used to this kind of worry: the Lord of Avalon who visited twenty years ago once again led her huge visiting team to the Maku. Lage in low-Earth orbit.

When Ms. Euton received the news from Guilliman, a smile of relief appeared on her face unconsciously: it even made her adopted son feel a little uneasy.

The confider is here.

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"I originally thought that you and Robert would have to talk longer and not even be able to catch up with this insignificant welcome dinner: but you finished it faster than I thought, and you even became the first guests to arrive."

"Should I say that he is worthy of the legendary Primarch?"

The Palace Lord of Macragge carried two glasses of fruit wine and came to the core of the banquet unimpeded: Due to Morgan's request to keep everything simple, Guilliman did not choose to sit in any of the magnificent buildings. Entertaining his blood relatives in the palace, this time, the vassal king of the Five Hundred Worlds showed the delicacy in his heart.

He carefully selected a piece of land in the vast ornamental forest at the foot of Hera Fortress, developed it until it was flat, and then paved it with marble floors and lampstands. Thus, a natural open-air banquet hall , and this was how it was born.

Guilliman tried every means to make the banquet be worthy of his sisters without pursuing luxury: instruments from the Adeptus Mechanicus covered the entire forest, not only completely driving away the mosquitoes around the square, but also The breeze that night was captured and tamed, keeping it gentle and refreshing.

The placement of tables and chairs, the arrangement of lights and the types of food are all designed to be as friendly to the people as possible, but if you take a closer look at the food on the plate or the patterns on the knives and forks, you will find that they are all special. The most high-end product that Rama can come up with.

The guest list in attendance was personally changed again and again by the Primarch, and finally the number was controlled at about a hundred. These mortals are all giants in the Five Hundred Worlds. It can be said that if they get their support, they can be allowed to attend. The whole of Ultramar was running at full speed.

As for the seemingly more trivial things, such as drinks, music, and even the placement of tables, chairs, and statues, Guilliman took care of them in detail: even Ms. Euton felt that her son would Too much energy is put on things that are not important.

The adoptive mother of the original body had complained to the Lord of Macragge several times that his grasp of the banquet had reached the point of being "perfect" or even "harsh", and it was unnecessary: ​​but despite this, when the banquet officially started Previously, Ms. Youdun came to the venue in advance and decided to check and fill in the gaps for her son.

She first walked through the cordon outside the square, which was jointly guarded by three elite soldiers of the Astartes Legion, and got the names of the three security officers: The leader of the Ultramarines was naturally Grodd, the leader of the Invincible Iron Guard. , and the person who leads the Dawnbreakers is Lana, who has a relationship with her. As for the Night Lords, their captain is a young-looking warrior, so young that there seems to be no reason to be able to take on such an important task.

But Jotun remembered the Night Lord's name: Sevatar.

After passing the cordon, the Palace Lord came to the square. Perhaps because it was still early, there were only a few figures in the square, which seemed a bit empty: but at the core of the banquet hall, there were already There were two Primarchs sitting there, toasting to Ms. Euton.

The Lord of Palace Affairs responded to his son with a smile, and then quickly walked towards Morgan who stood up to greet her. When the Lord of Avalon took a step forward, her body had changed from the original majesty of the original body. He transformed into a mortal body that was as tall as Ms. Euton, and gave Guilliman's adoptive mother a hug with great enthusiasm.

Because both hands were holding wine glasses, Ms. Euton could only smile and give Morgan a hug. However, this did not prevent these two powerful ladies from quickly falling into a passionate discussion. Center: When the adoptive mother of the original body handed Morgan a glass of wine and their eyes began to meet, the happy laughter of the two ladies began to rise wantonly under the rising moonlight.

They held each other's hands tightly, patted each other's shoulders gently, and discussed in a relaxed tone how long it had been since they last saw each other. Then they began to praise each other's exquisite makeup, or recall their former friendship, just like a couple who had separated. Long-time twin sisters.

On the other hand, a certain Macragge who had already stood up and wanted to greet his adoptive mother had stopped unknowingly, holding his hands behind his back, looking at all this, although he still had a smile on his face. , but there is an inexplicable sourness.

In the end, the Lord of Macragge chose to pick up his wine glass and stand not far away from his sisters and adoptive mother, listening to their conversation with a smile, pretending that he had also integrated into the warm atmosphere. Center: In the eyes of mortals dozens of meters away, this seems to be the case.

At this moment, Guilliman was even a little envious of his absent brother. When he raised his head, he could barely catch the shadow of the midnight ghost passing by in the increasingly dark light at the edge of the square: Kang Ladd never seemed to like this kind of behavior in public. Although he reluctantly agreed to attend the banquet, he had a lot of time and reason to wander around before the banquet officially started. on the periphery of such social situations.

At this moment, the Eighth Legion was wandering on the edge of the square, constantly appearing next to the Night Lords responsible for security work, seeming to be chatting with his descendants in an orderly manner: Guilliman asked His eyes followed his brother and wandered aimlessly for a while. When Conrad's figure appeared next to the warrior named Sevatar, the Lord of Macragge caught it with his ears. Some sensitive words came up when his adoptive mother and sisters were chatting.

So, he promptly put on his business-like smile and made himself appear as gentle as possible: he intervened in the conversation.

"Sorry, you two."

"I just heard that you seemed to be discussing the Five Hundred Worlds and the Far Eastern Frontier?"

"Is it because there's something wrong?"

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"No."

"not at all."

"Everything is okay, Dad."

Sevatar grinned and tried his best to show a trustworthy smile: It was obvious that he had not mastered this exquisite skill, but the old scars on his face were stretched because of the grin. , giving him some dull pain.

Not all of the benefits of the transformation surgery to become an Astartes warrior: at least, when he was a child, Sevatar was numb to the pain, but after becoming a Night Lord, The feeling of pain became acute again.

This made Sevita pat his shoulders helplessly, but he soon discovered that one of his hands was holding the power halberd tightly, and the other hand was placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. It was his genetic father, Conrad, who gently tapped his shoulder and smiled in front of him.

"You seem a little nervous."

Midnight Ghost raised his eyebrows and joked to his child.

"...a little bit."

"There's no need for this, Sevatar."

The Primarch casually glanced at the distribution of guards outside the square. Because this place is close to the Hera Fortress, which is heavily protected by the Ultramarines, and the main participants are the three Primarchs. In fact, the soldiers guarding this place are not A lot, only thirty people in total, divided equally among the three legions.

But even so, being able to participate in such guard activities is already an honor worthy of the soldiers, let alone serving as temporary captains: Glod of the Ultramarines and Rana of the Dawnbreakers are in their respective legions. Compared with them, Sevita, who serves as the captain of the Midnight Lords, will obviously be criticized.

Even Sevatar himself felt that he could become the captain of the guard for no other reason than the trust of the Primarch: this made the Prince of Crows fall into some extreme worry. He was not sure that he Can his ability and performance be worthy of the trust given to him by Midnight Ghost?

This worry is so obvious that even Conrad can see it at a glance: What's more, during the conversation with other Night Lords, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion also heard something not very good. things.

"I heard them say that since you were appointed by me as the personal guard commander for this trip to the Five Hundred Worlds, you haven't even had a proper rest or meal, and have been in a tense fighting state all day long?"

Midnight Ghost narrowed his eyes. He heard about this from other descendants who participated in the guard activities: Although those veterans criticized Sevita's rocket promotion, they had to admit that the ability and attitude of the Prince of Crows All are amazing.

"It's all little things."

Savita smiled, as if he wanted to refute the rumors of weakness, but his pale face made Conrad frown, and he fell into self-blame in his heart.

The primarch began to ask himself, had he placed too much trust in his most outstanding descendant, and placed so many burdens on Sevatar's shoulders indiscriminately too early? Instead, he had neglected whether Sevatar could carry them?

Thinking of this, Conrad patted Savita's shoulder apologetically once again.

"Don't worry, Sevatar, there are three original bodies here. You don't need to regard this security work as so important: you guards are on rotation. When it's your own rest time, you should go Find something to eat, take a rest, do something that can relax you, or connect with other battle brothers. The people standing here are all the elites of the Ultramarines and Dawnbreakers. Communicate with them. It’s good for you.”

"Understood, father."

The Crow Prince nodded. Naturally, he would not refuse Kant's order. And Savita actually knows it very well in her heart. If you continue to be so nervous. He really couldn't last long. not to mention. It was indeed a long time since he had eaten anything.

only……

"Father, I can't leave here. And I can't enter the party."

Sevita's words made Conrad fall into deep thought.

"Well... let's do this."

Midnight Ghost suddenly smiled.

"Listen to me, Sevita: In about an hour, a little girl with pink hair will arrive here pushing a Dawnbreaker Army standard delivery truck, and will place the delivery truck on the outside of the square. , there will be food in it, you can take a portion from it and eat it.”

"……little girl?"

The Prince of Crows frowned, he did not understand the meaning of the original body's words, and Conrad yawned casually, responding to him with a joking tone.

"Yes, little girl, a little girl who looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. You are most destined to be with a little guy of this age: and if there are no accidents, I should also come out to meet Morgan The metal consultant is doing some little tricks."

Having said this, the original body smiled, and he remembered the way Morgan and the Necron were planning various activities during the break before the banquet: Of course, he, Conrad, was also participating in it with great interest.

However, his sister was really bold in a sense: if she let the things stolen by the Necron overlord be leaked, it would undoubtedly cast a dark dust on the relationship between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds.

But despite this, after knowing what the Necron overlord was going to steal, Conrad still chose to support Morgan's behavior, and even volunteered to be the connector: this was necessary.

"If I hadn't come out, you would have picked up a meal yourself. I guarantee that the little girl would have put the dining cart outside."

"...Understood, father."

"After eating, remember to socialize with your battle brothers."

"Okay, Father."

"Have a good rest, I have a very important task for you later."

"What could it be, Father?"

"...go be a bole."

The original body grinned, his pupils reflecting a light unwilling to admit defeat.

"..."

"To Nukedia."

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"in the end……"

"I still want to try it."