Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"How long?" Calvin asked.

Corax's words disrupted his plans. Without the Raven Lord by his side, the exploration of the Gothic Sector could only be more conservative.

"Soon..." Corax recalled certain things, "Give me the fastest frigate and I will return within two months. Trust me, I will not delay your battle here."

"...No problem." Calvin looked at Corax and ultimately didn't ask too much.

Following Calvin's order, a Serpent-class frigate was moved from the rear of the fleet to one side of the flagship.

The two Primarchs also said goodbye to each other after a brief and silent gaze.

Corax did not ask for additional manpower. Apart from the navigator, there were only servitors with mechanical minds on board the entire frigate;

When the supplies needed for the voyage were delivered, he stood under the Eye of Gorgon on the cargo deck and waved goodbye to Calvin in the distance.

In the chapel on the bridge dome, Calvin watched the frigate ridden by the Lord of Crows leave.

The dim sacred candles behind him reflected the densely packed shrines on the walls, and the burning incense floated along with the ethereal hymns; while at high places that were not covered by the ground lighting, stars were falling from the top of the hall.

Calvin turned around and looked up at the huge sculptures, but what he was thinking about at this time was what Corax said before leaving.

"To entrust things to his care" and "to pursue one's own destiny."

Fate? What kind of fate would make Corax need to explain his future affairs?

What was the reason that made him choose himself?

"Forget it..." Calvin gave up thinking. He had too few clues and really had no clue.

And since he didn't make it clear to himself, it means that this matter is not that urgent for the time being.

The primarch stood by the porthole, leaning on the huge curtain that hung from the top of the window.

The scarlet and fine fibers were made of unknown material, but they gave Calvin a rough and heavy sense of security.

Enemies and allies have appeared on the surface, and other forces are looming secretly.

Goth, Lucius, the Black Stone, the Holy Relic, the Black Legion, the Death Guard, and the whereabouts of the person pointed to by the message he received when he first came here...

Just as Calvin was submerging himself in the huge curtain, thinking about the gains and losses and the rights and wrongs since setting off from Terra.

At the far end of the field of vision, there was unexpectedly the sound of the door being pushed gently.

It's not the main entrance, and the guards there won't allow anyone to disturb them.

This is not his daily office time. Unless there is something urgent, even the Imperial Guards will not disturb him at this time.

It can only be a small door on the side, but at the end of that corridor is the dormitory of high-ranking officers.

Although it was called a "dormitory", it was actually a huge complex of buildings that was not part of the original body's dormitory.

The officers of the Tindaros Legion and all the command deck officers lived in the gorgeous palace prepared for them.

The supporting facilities there are extremely complete. Of course they have their own exclusive church, but who would leave the church in the officers' area and come to this small hall on the tower of the bridge building?

Who is it?

Calvin concealed his aura and allowed himself to blend in with the surrounding curtains.

And the footsteps didn't keep him waiting for long, they appeared quietly with a slight sound of folding pages closing.

In the gap between the pillars, the footsteps stepped on the thick carpet in the center of the chapel, making a metallic impact sound of thump, thump, thump.

The sound of hard metal boot soles that the carpet could not eliminate successfully betrayed the whereabouts of the visitor.

Wow...

Amidst the slight friction between armor and armor, there was a heavy metallic sound.

After a long sigh, the confessional prayer belonging to the state religion rang in Calvin's ears.

"Only your holiness can forgive my mistakes..."

Battle Sister, but not sure which one.

Calvin listened in the darkness, and his impression of these people changed after his previous special experience.

But to be honest, at least before this, Calvin's positioning of the Battle Sisters has always been one of respect on the outside, but also some subtle stereotypes and prejudices in his heart.

These individuals may be trustworthy in their stance and may be professionally trained and armed in a militarized manner. But because of their fanatical beliefs, they do not give top priority to tactics in specific battles.

Even among the internal forces of the Empire, there is a tacit consensus regarding the Battle Sisters:

That is, in any case, if you want to switch tactics, please kill the Battle Sisters around you first (otherwise they will kill you first).

In any case, if your commanding officer, Second Best, drank too much the day before the tactical meeting and agreed to surrender your flank position to a force of Battle Sisters, automatically ignore their presence (they will start the battle again) The entire army charged in the first second, and then lost their position cleanly).

But after experiencing the battle on Ophelia No. 7 and the recovery of the tactical team on the ground in Farr, Calvin has discovered the advantages of this unit and the areas in which they are truly good.

"Only your mercy allows me to face my shortcomings..."

The prayers continued, and Calvin identified the visitor.

Battle Sister, no, should be said to be "Living Saint" Padilla.

The battle sister, gifted with extraordinary powers by the Emperor, had apparently awakened from her previous coma.

However, due to his tight schedule, Calvin was never able to see the living saint who was born under his own witness.

Yes, after being received back to the Silver Dawn from the ground, out of politeness and equal respect for this force, the area where Padilla and her sisters were placed was precisely the officers second only to the Gray Knights. activity area.

Considering Padilla's special status, it is not surprising that she avoided the public auditorium there and came to this remote small hall.

Far away from the crowds, this is the highest point in the Silver Dawn's superstructure that is allocated to the public area.

The view here is wide and quiet enough, which just meets the needs of people with "distinguished characteristics" like Padilla to find a spiritual haven.

It just happened that today, Calvin had nothing to do after seeing off Corax, so he came here intending to enjoy a moment of quiet.

So when the battle nun appeared and began her confession to the emperor, Calvin, who subconsciously hid his figure, did not want to disturb this private act of faith.

Hmm...especially after it became obvious in the second half of Padilla's prayer that there were some contents that could not be made public.

Hidden in the curtain, Calvin could only smile bitterly, hoping that this confession would end soon...

"The benevolent and almighty Emperor, I should examine my impetuous heart..."

Padilla's prayers continued, but the content of the confession already made Calvin feel strange...

"I shouldn't have spoken harshly to her because I didn't pay enough attention to her personal appearance..."

Okay, so far the prayer is pretty normal.

Calvin rubbed his nose secretly, calculating how much time was left until the next meeting...

But what happened next was somewhat beyond his expectation.

Because as a newly promoted living saint, Padilla obviously has a lot of pressure on him.

And some of the words that were piling up in her heart could only be spoken on this occasion.

"I shouldn't be disgusted with Sister Mirius just because of her snoring while sleeping...

I shouldn't have wanted to choke her at some point because of her sleep apnea..."

Update, the status is down, I will make up for what you owe.