Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sanguinius sat in the mage's office with red eyes, holding a cup of black tea with sugar in his trembling hands.

The elegant porcelain cup was held in his hand, making a perfect match. This set of beautiful porcelain seemed a bit exaggerated to ordinary people, inappropriate for soldiers, and was a waste for Angron to use. Only in Saint

Gilles is just right here.

——His temperament and appearance can calm most things.

He Shenyan had a headache.

Obviously, this would happen to anyone. Even the Emperor would probably find it a little difficult to do this when faced with a weeping Sanguinius.

Sighing, the mage said: "That doesn't have to be the case, Sanguinius - you look so weak that you could be in an opera."

Regarding the mage's metaphor, Sanguinius showed complete innocence, as if he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

The archangel just said in a trembling voice with a broken tone at the end: "Captain, please forgive me, I don't understand what you mean."

Angron, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

He Shenyan sighed again: "I mean... there is no need for you to act like this. The weepers have already gotten what they deserve."

Sanguinius's eyes narrowed slightly, and the look of being about to cry immediately disappeared. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really? They didn't tell me this... I was rude."

"It's normal that they didn't tell you. They already felt that they deserved it. I'm surprised, why didn't Guilliman tell you about this?"

"Robert may have forgotten, he is a busy man in one job. What does it mean if his brother's war group has been wronged--sigh..."

Sanguinius even sighed aggrievedly at the end, showing that the power of Yin and Yang was very high.

That means Guilliman didn't hear it, otherwise he would have probably jumped up to explain.

He Shenyan could only keep a straight face to avoid laughing out loud.

After a while, he finally got rid of the urge to laugh: "I have to be fair to him, although I am not very responsible as a teacher...well, he is probably really

It’s just that I forgot.”

Regardless of their enjoyment, His Royal Highness the Regent, who is still fighting government affairs on the Macragge's Glory, has been criticized for having a bad memory, but he is actually almost the person with the best memory in the entire empire.

One of them.

He even remembered the birthday of Horus - to be more precise, the day when Horus was brought back by the Emperor. It was August 12th every year.

He did not speak out about the matter in a big way, but began to carefully prepare it in secret. Guilliman has not completely let go of the past. The damage caused by Horus to the Empire and all of them is irreparable. However,

That Horus is dead.

Guilliman did not want to, and could not, vent his anger on a broken soul.

In a sense, he just wanted to remember the past temporarily.

"Yes, Khan, it's me. Are you still on the Revenge?"

Khan's voice on the other end of the personal terminal sounded very distorted, as if he was fighting something, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke: "Yes - yes, I'm still... Well, it's a good move.

"..."Wait, are you fighting something?"

"It's just a Khorne demon." Khan said calmly. "Just wait for me for a few seconds. I'll kill it first."

Guilliman frowned and moved his personal terminal further away. His laughter and an obvious demonic roar began to be heard from Khan's end, and then there was the sound of swords colliding with each other, followed by the sound of blades piercing flesh.

the sound of.

Five seconds later, Khan's voice sounded again: "...Okay, I've solved it. What do you want from me?"

"It's not a big deal, but I want to ask first, why are you fighting against the great demon Khorne?"

"It's just a simulation." Khan laughed heartily. "It's 70% to 80% authentic than the real thing, so it can be considered a good pastime. You can also try it when you have time - oh, I forgot that you are not suitable for this.

Yes, sorry."

Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly and clicked his tongue in displeasure: "I can still defeat a Khorne demon, but you have too little confidence in my strength."

"It's not that I don't have confidence in your force, Robert. I'm doubtful of your ability to use it one-on-one. After all, there are too many lessons learned, right?"

"You - forget it."

Guilliman sighed: "Tomorrow is August 12th, you know that, right?"

This time, Khan paused for a few seconds before answering him.

"Yes, I know." He whispered. "Do you have any plans?"

"It's not really an arrangement. I just thought that since everyone is here and it happens to be such a coincidence - why don't we get together? Such an opportunity is rare, Khan, isn't it?"

Guilliman sighed and leaned on the back of his chair. He raised his head and glanced at the imperial mural on the ceiling. The man with wheat-colored skin and a Chinese character face had his eyes closed, his expression was full of compassion, and he was wearing a laurel wreath.

Emit golden light.

He smiled: "We used to call each other brothers, but there are really not many moments like this. Sometimes we are more like enemies than brothers. Ha, how ironic. The ten thousand years of human suffering turned out to be because of a family incident.

Ethical drama.”

"You don't have to try to convince me, brother, I can't disagree."

Khan laughed lowly: "The trouble you really need to consider is not me or anyone else. What do you think Sanguinius would think if he knew about Horus' existence?"

"So I called you first, Chagatai."

Guilliman stood up and started pacing in the office with his hands behind his back: "I don't know if you want to admit it, but we were all a bunch of immature kids in the past. We all have stubborn, weird and paranoid personalities.

This side - I often wonder, if there was someone who could completely connect us at that time, would the ending be different?"

"I guess you meant captain."

The Khan made a nasal sound, seeming to deny Guilliman.

"Don't dwell on the past, Robert. Don't dwell on the good things of the past."

He said this with a bit of warning.

"The captain's appearance is already a miracle. Furthermore, I don't think the situation will be any different if he appears during the Great Crusade, unless he stands by the Emperor from the beginning, or simply replaces the person who cannot speak.

The old man who spoke. You have to admit that we all need to witness the blood with our own eyes to change. And...I don't think Chaos will give up."..."...I understand, others are now.

where?"

"In the captain's office, Sanguinius passed by half an hour ago and looked like he was about to start performing, so I made an excuse and left. Chogoris is here, and I don't want to see him do it again.

That kind of all-around operatic performance.”

Guilliman sighed: "Okay, I'll be right there - you have to help me, Khan."

"Wait a minute, aren't Russ and Fulgrim on your ship? Aren't you going to convince them first?"

"Come on, Russ likes fun the most. Do you think he won't attend the banquet?" Guilliman said with a hint of disgust. "As for Fulgrim - he will definitely attend."

Chagatai Khan was silent for a while, then laughed dumbly.

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Guilliman arrived at the Vengeance ten minutes later with a very excited Leman Russ and a very calm Fulgrim. Forgive me for describing it, but the Wolf King was indeed excited and seemed to be some kind of close relative of the wolf.

"Be calm, Russ." Guilliman said with a frown. "They don't know about this yet."

"Oh, come on!"

Russ patted Guilliman on the back with a hint of disgust: "Do you really think you are the only one who remembers the day? My brother, don't think of everyone else as fools. Go and hurry over now, maybe you can't

They have already excluded you and me and started discussing how to hold a banquet!"

"......How can it be?"

"How is it impossible?"

Russ asked in reply: "When Horus was still in his brain, he had a good relationship with everyone, especially Sanguinius - do you think he wouldn't remember his brother's birthday? He didn't even remember Baal.

If you remember the birthdays of some civilians, will you remember the birthdays of Horus?"

Guilliman closed his eyes in pain, already beginning to doubt life.

Why did I bring him here? To torture myself?

Fulgrim's voice sounded faintly at the right time: "Don't doubt yourself, Robert Russ is like this, you have to learn to adapt. He cannot be tamed."

Phoenix bites the word tame very hard.

"Hey!" Ruth stared. "Is there something wrong with the descriptors you used?"

Fulgrim said nothing, but glanced at the fur cloak on Russ' back with a strange look.

"Take your words back, Fulgrim! Take them back!"

"Okay, I take it back - what do you want me to say? You've been tamed?" Phoenix sighed. "Okay, Ruth, be quiet. Look at Robert, his hair is all white.

.”

"If you two don't be quiet, my hair will really turn gray."

Amid the commotion, they used in-ship teleportation to arrive outside He Shenyan's office. However, before Guilliman even opened the door, they heard Sanguinius' laughter coming from inside.

His eyes narrowed: Very good, this will make it easier.

Sanguinius is a very gentle person in most situations, but he is also the most stubborn. And...

He sighed. Guilliman didn't know if he could treat Horus in a peaceful manner if he had experienced what Sanguinius had experienced.

Now that Sanguinius is smiling, then things will be easier to handle. At least he can make an opening statement in a better way, and the rest of the matter should be much simpler. Well... Guilliman

After pondering for a while, he opened the door.

The scene in the office was not beyond his expectation. He Shenyan was chatting with Sanguinius, and the two of them were obviously very happy.

Angron on the side was reading a book with a straight face, and glanced at the two people over there from time to time, as if he wanted to join but didn't want to speak first. Khan sat opposite him, with the smell of blood on his body, which was obvious.

I just came back from his simulation field not long ago.

"Ahem." Guilliman coughed lightly. "Brothers, I -"

"——He's going to hold a birthday party for Horus!" the Wolf King shouted excitedly.

The scene fell into silence for a while. He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and gave Guilliman a look that said, "What did you bring him here for?". Khan did the same, but with greater force. Angron's face slowly wore a smile.

He gave a strange smile and put down the book, looking like he wanted to watch a good show.

Fulgrim silently moved a little further away from Russ and Guilliman. Phoenix had obviously had a premonition of what would happen next, so he was particularly careful and did not even let Russ notice his movement.

The smile on Sanguinius's face froze. Guilliman glanced at him and quickly looked away. A feeling of guilt surged in his heart. Fortunately, Leman Russ broke the deadlock.

He shouted dissatisfied: "Hey! What's your reaction? Didn't you hear me clearly? Robert is going to hold a birthday party for Horus! Horus! No, no, little Horus!"

With a snap, Guilliman raised his hand and slapped his forehead in pain. The scene fell into silence again, and Russ looked at him in confusion - no, he was not confused, he was pretending on purpose.

This is what it looks like.

The evil smile on the corner of the Wolf King's mouth gave him away. It was obvious that he just wanted to see Guilliman's joke.

"My brother," Sanguinius said slowly. "Would you mind explaining to us what you mean by Little Horus?"

"That's what it means literally." Ruth said seriously.

Khan took his words and continued to help Guilliman ease the atmosphere: "A young version of Horus, the broken soul taken back from the subspace by our father, the captain forged him with the stars.

In his current body, he doesn’t remember much about the past and is a child who is still growing.”

"Thank you for the explanation, you two, but I'm not asking you." Sanguinius looked at Guilliman with a smile. "Robert - could you please explain it, please?"

Guilliman stiffened his neck and looked up at the ceiling intently: "I don't think I need to explain anymore, they have already made it very clear. In short, this is how it is, Sanguinius. Tomorrow is-"

"——It's August 12th, Horus's birthday, yes, I remember. To be honest, I don't object to your idea of ​​holding a birthday party for him. I'm just a little angry with you."

The archangel pursed his lips, and his slightly disappointed eyes deeply hurt Guilliman's heart, and made him speak anxiously: "It's not what you think, Sanguinius."

"That's what I thought? Which way?"

Sanguinius asked, "Are you talking about concealing his existence? Or are you anticipating my reaction in advance and carefully planning for it, but refusing to actually ask me what I think about the matter?

?”

"Don't do this, Robert," Sanguinius said softly. "Don't do this, I beg you. You are becoming more and more like him."

These words hurt Guilliman even more than the disappointed look before.

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