Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"So, you really did this?"

"There are obviously six people present, but Leman Russ is allowed to be the host?"

[There is no way, after all, some people can’t do it, and some people are unwilling. 】

"But other people are very willing: Have you never thought about letting Johnson be the host?"

【……】

[Jonson is not suitable to be the host: If this is a deliberate murder targeting the atmosphere and our mentality, then that guy is very suitable to be the mastermind. 】

After saying that, the Lord of Avalon laughed lightly, and saw Morgan sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed, one hand on his thigh, and the other hand spread out, palm up, holding a Pomegranate, playing with it again and again.

[Originally, it was just a group with different agendas. Look at the six of us present at that time. The one holding the seal: Conrad, who theoretically knows everything. The absent-minded Sanguinius and I, Horus who likes to think everything is complicated, Leman Russ who likes to think everything simple, and Jonson who is brutal on the outside but equally brutal on the inside. 】

[To be honest, this conversation would never have been possible if Leman Russ hadn't been there for his constant dedication, and Horus, Sanguinius, and I had helped from time to time. 】

Having said this, the Lord of Avalon even smiled bitterly.

[Perhaps this is unlucky fate. It is obviously extremely rare that the six Primarchs gathered together in this grand occasion, but it was just the six of us. This made the conversation seem anticlimactic, and even the whole process was filled with an unimaginable embarrassment. 】

"There's no need to be so sad."

Sitting opposite Morgan, Macado was calm and collected, peeling the apple in his hand. In his hand was a knife with a very gorgeous pattern. Morgan felt the danger from the knife. breath.

"Even if it were not the six of you, even if you replaced the six most talkative primarchs among the primarchs, the situation would not change at all: by the way, according to my experience, three of the six primarchs like you , that is, you, Sanguinius and Horus, are already the most talkative among the Primarchs."

"That's how it is: every traceable meeting between multiple Primarchs is always accompanied by conflicts and frictions, and almost never is amicable, even in the presence of the Emperor. "

"You know, this is like putting a group of preschool children in a garden to play. Even if you have put in extra toys, even those large play structures, they will still make noises because of all kinds of things that make you The reason why they feel puzzling and childish: But in their view, this is the right thing to do, a duel for their own honor and dignity."

[Do you think they look like children? 】

"Don't they look alike?"

[But these children now hold tens of thousands of troops in their hands, opening up territories for the entire human empire all the time: If the Emperor and you consciously give these powers to a dozen children, then you are the ones who The more ridiculous one, right? 】

Morgan gave up her pomegranate and let it roll around on the table. The Spider Queen crossed her fingers, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the palmer with a hint of danger in her tone.

Malcador, on the other hand, was unhappy and glared back at the Primarch.

"Do you think I've never thought about the problem you mentioned?"

The palm bearer snorted.

"I've warned him many times."

"From the beginning, I was warning him: when things were still in Holy Terra, when the Great Crusade had not yet begun, when he was still in the laboratory under the Himalayas, thinking about creating each of you into I have already reminded him what shape it will take."

The palmer straightened his waist. He seemed not afraid of the impact these words would have on him if they entered Morgan's ears, so his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"I told him, I told him that if you erase the personality and emotions of each of you and make you a pure machine, a machine used for conquest and victory, even if you are like Jonson, even if you are like the one who can't The person whose name was mentioned could not have been worse off."

"After all, as Primarchs, your birth mission is pure conquest, annihilation and victory. In many cases, personal emotions are only obstacles for you: because you tend to bring out the most negative ones. , or even doubled.”

"But he didn't agree to that."

Speaking of this, Machado shook his head helplessly. Even the way he peeled the apple made a mistake. The peel that was almost hanging to the ground broke like this, forming a circle around his feet. Small circle.

【Why? 】

Morgan tilted her head, and she was not angry as expected: For the Lord of Avalon who was used to seeing big winds and waves, there were not many things that could make her feel sincerely angry now.

Even though she knew that she had almost been made into an emotionless war weapon, the Primarch of Dawnbreaker simply nodded: she was not surprised by this. It would be better to say that if Malcador showed tenderness to her, Then she would be suspicious.

"Why?"

The palm-bearer raised his eyelids and glanced at the original body that made him secondly reassured.

"If I knew why, I wouldn't be here complaining to you."

"Although I have worked with him for centuries, there are many times when I cannot understand what the Emperor is really thinking: some times, his thoughts are too complex, and at other times, his thoughts are too simple. It’s really hard to figure out.”

"For example, when he faced my suggestion, he only thought about it for the briefest moment and then told me something extremely serious."

Makado sighed, shook his head, and traced the ancient past.

"He told me that since you are his creation and his heirs, then he is your creator and your father. Since he is the father, it is naturally impossible for his heirs to be bloodless and tearless. Monsters: Like when you see your Dawnbreakers, do you want to make them into consumables?”

【……】

Morgan didn't reply.

She spread her fingers and fiddled with the pomegranate rolling around on the table, and fell into a suspicious silence: then she coughed heavily and eased her embarrassment with questions directed at Macado. .

[It sounds like you are trying to excuse my father, Sealbearer. 】

"I'm too lazy to excuse him."

Machado snorted heavily.

"After all, compared to your blood brothers, you know too many things, and you have seen too many things. There is no need for me to cover up anything for the emperor in front of you. I I can’t hide him either: but there are some things I still want to make clear to you.”

The outer skin of the fruit was peeled off, and Macado took the knife and made two gestures in the air, then inserted a small piece and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he looked directly at Morgan's face. Blue pupils: Perhaps because of chewing, his tone sounded serious.

"You can think that the Emperor is an extremely bad father, because he is an extremely bad father. You can also think that he is an irresponsible father, a cruel father, a man who created you but then... Of course you can think so of a father who is inconsiderate and hateful enough."

"You are his heirs. You have been ignored and hurt because of his mistakes. Your hatred is just and cannot be refuted by anyone. The Emperor's mistakes in this regard cannot be covered up no matter what. of."

The imprinter spoke these words slowly, causing Morgan to raise her eyebrows in surprise: she had never thought that this loyal servant of the emperor would criticize the king to whom he was loyal so much in front of outsiders.

It seemed that the relationship between Malcador and the Emperor was more interesting than she imagined.

Morgan nodded.

But before she could answer, Macado on the other side of the table changed the subject.

"but!"

Those 6,000-year-old pupils radiated an unstoppable light. Even the powerful Spider Queen subconsciously straightened up her back and looked submissive when facing this ancient light. , and listened to every word that followed.

"However, I hope you will remember what I say next."

Machado said in a serious tone.

"The Emperor is indeed a rough, terrible, and irresponsible father. Even with the urgency of the Great Crusade, you will see more and more of his imperfect side when getting along with you: He might do something that will shock you, or he might just throw it at you."

"But I still hope you know."

"Even so, the Emperor is still your father. He has always regarded you as his heirs, and is trying to love you as much as possible: His mistakes, his indifference and neglect are not because he does not want to Do, and he can’t do it.”

"He is not omnipotent."

"We all hope he is, though."

This sentence is more like a sigh.

"However, he is indeed not an omnipotent figure. He cannot do many things. He cannot even be a father: put away the false illusions about the emperor in your hearts and stop relying on him blindly."

The palmer licked his lips. His lips were dry, but it didn't look like he was thirsty.

"If possible, I hope you can change your mentality, for example, to understand him, to think in his position, and if possible: to understand him."

"Although given his character, he will never accept this kind of consideration, and he will always value those more tiring jobs than these demonstrated loyalty: he is such a bastard, and there is no way around it. .”

At the end, it was more like a soliloquy sigh than a warning and exhortation to Morgan. He ended his words with a long sigh, and then put away the apple that he had eaten. Put it on the table and let it roll aside.

The sound of the tumbling fruit became the only sound in the dull atmosphere.

What broke the sound was a chuckle from Morgan.

[I never thought that you were a person who could say these words, Sealbearer: Until now, I can slightly understand why Leman Russ respects you so much, even I have to look at you with admiration. 】

Morgan showed a silent smile. She used this smile to cover up the real thoughts and reflections in her pupils, so that the signer could not detect the impact of his words.

[Why didn’t I see that in the last conversation? 】

"Because you and your brothers are just the same thing."

Machado snorted disdainfully.

"You are all Primarchs, heirs of the Emperor, people with eyes above your head. You are essentially the same. You are all golden spoon brothers who put their boots on the heads of mortals: only like you The original body is willing to disguise himself, but some of your brothers are not even willing to disguise themselves."

The palm-printer waved his hand and criticized unceremoniously.

He was too lazy to make excuses in front of people like Morgan. After all, in a sense, this precious daughter of the Lord of Humanity knew more things than he did.

After all, Morgan was born to face the truth of subspace, not to mention that she also maintained such a good and close relationship with Conrad, who could see the future at any time: in front of such a figure, frankness is more beneficial. Feel good and make the conversation flow more smoothly.

However, Morgan still disapproved of some of the words spoken by Malcador.

[Then you have wronged me. 】

The Spider Queen smiled as she grabbed her pomegranate, peeled off the pomegranate skin slowly, took the berries one by one, threw them into her mouth, and chewed the flesh and core together. Rolling the sweet juices around with her tongue: it made her words seem a little slurred.

[With the status, power and network of the holder of the seal, I think you should know the truth about the Far Eastern Frontier very well: It is definitely not as beautiful as the propaganda department advertises, but under my rule, the living standards of mortals have improved throughout the Great Expedition. It is also one of the best, perhaps not as good as the Holy Terra where the essence of the entire galaxy is gathered under our feet, nor as good as the Five Hundred Worlds with profound foundations under Guilliman's rule, but compared to other places, I am not afraid at all. 】

[A person who truly has his eyes higher than his head would not create such a paradise for mortals. 】

Morgan smiled, clutching her fruit.

Makado also smiled, but let the fruit slip away.

"The person who truly created heaven would not regard himself as the same kind as mortals."

"Your attitude just shows that you are more arrogant than your brothers. It's just that your arrogance is not the same as the arrogance understood by the outside world. Moreover, your arrogance is hidden so deep that even You don’t realize it yourself: but it is there.”

“And thriving.”

【……】

Morgan's smile was a little stiff, and her pupils were filled with dangerous colors.

This is not a danger used to scare people in front of Conrad, but a real danger used to kill people on the battlefield: When Morgan narrowed her eyes and looked at the person holding the seal in front of her, she had already begun to inadvertently He was thinking about how to tear this old man into pieces.

There may be a price to pay.

But she was sure she could do it.

Even though the Palmist was able to suppress Horus, who was also the Primarch, Morgan, as a bystander, knew very well that it was the power given to him by Malcador as the top psyker in the galaxy: when faced with the same top psionic power, Even when he was still the Primarch Morgan, the so-called Palmist was just an old man who was a little more difficult to deal with.

Is he more resistant to being beaten than an entire heretical Titan army?

"There's no need to look around here."

Machado was very calm.

"If it is really a life and death duel, I will most likely not be your opponent. I can only make you pay hundreds of millions of points before death. With your ability, except for the Emperor and Sanguinius, there are few Someone can pose a real threat to you."

[...Even Magnus? 】

"……right."

"Even Magnus."

The bearer closed his eyes.

"If it were just a competition of subtle skills in warp exploration and psychic powers, the Prosperos would indeed win this competition, but if you are placed on the same land with no danger to defend, there will be no chance of any success." In the case of external interference, mutual hostility, and fighting for lives, then the Emperor has already told me the answer: Magnus will fall and die, and you will be the one who leaves alive."

He opened his eyes again.

"How is it? Does this kind of compliment satisfy you?"

[No, the palm-printer: Who will get honors for fighting against each other? 】

The Lord of Avalon objected lightly, but a faint smile appeared on Morgan's face, which made Machado see it and couldn't help but shake his head with emotion.

Just like what he said: Morgan is still a Primarch after all, so naturally he cannot get rid of the common problems of these emperor's children, such as being born with superiority, and such as this kind of desire buried deep in his heart. , the desire to win and lose that can never be shaken off.

And this desire to win is often the root cause of sparks flying between Primarchs.

This is no exception for Morgan.

But even so, the Spider Queen is still much stronger than most of her brothers: compared to the too naive Guilliman, the scheming Horus, or other candidates who are too naive, Morgan is already able to Malcador is the perfect person to discuss those serious issues.

Although the Sigil Bearer himself trusts Leman Russ more, the Wolf King of Fenris has always refused to participate in these issues full of careful thinking and political elements: as if doing so would allow him to deceive himself and others. Like a whirlpool far away from the center of the empire.

Thinking of this, even the palm master could only shake his head and sigh secretly: Originally, the plan set up by him and the emperor was not even seamless. It was full of a lot of links that could only rely on fate and temporary operations, let alone the future. He also encountered countless changes.

The Primarch Gate was involved in the subspace storm, which was the most serious of these changes. This directly caused these creations, which were not very reliable to begin with, to completely escape their control: they would What kind of things they have experienced and what kind of people they will become are no longer decided by the emperor and the palm bearer.

The only good thing is that despite being abandoned in various parts of the galaxy, the innate strength and character of the Primarchs still allow them to grow up healthily: so far, no Primarch can be called an absolute [Scrap], occasionally, there will even be surprises.

For example, the Morgan in front of me.

A Primarch who could sit in front of the Sigil Bearer and chat with him about the secrets of the Empire's administrative planning: maybe in the initial plan, the Emperor did design such a Primarch, but this person definitely would not be morgan.

However, things are unpredictable.

The palm-printer smiled bitterly. He grabbed the apple whose skin he had peeled off, and then with a gentle squeeze, he divided the fruit into several segments evenly and arranged them in front of Morgan.

This scene made the Lord of Avalon raise his eyebrows. After a few seconds, Morgan carefully picked up one of the petals, put it into her mouth and chewed it: it was not until she swallowed it that she looked at Mal Cardo.

[Then why did you call me here specifically to talk about it, Your Excellency the Master of the Palm? 】

While eating the fruit, Morgan asked: Because she adjusted her height in front of Macado, one of Morgan's cheeks was now bulging like a hamster, which made her words a little unclear.

"It doesn't matter what we talk about: before we discuss those serious topics, I have a question to ask you, and this question was asked by the Emperor to convey it to me."

The palm-bearer raised his eyelids and looked at Morgan. Looking at the actual controller of the imperial government, the Spider Queen instinctively felt an unpleasant emotion: But before she could refuse, Malcador Already spoken.

"Let me ask, Morgan, how is your progress in raising Conrad?"

【……】

Morgan licked the juice from his teeth.

[It should be said that it has been completed: after leaving Terra, he will be reunited with the Eighth Legion and placed in those mortal families. This is no different from starting a family: Does the Emperor have any dissatisfaction with him? Or did I need to submit a memorandum to him outlining how I educated Conrad? 】

"That's not necessary. We have our own way of knowing what kind of person Conrad is today: what I can tell you is that the Lord of Mankind is very satisfied with Conrad's current situation."

Macado raised a finger and touched his wrinkled chin: For some reason, the smile that bloomed on his face made Morgan's temples jump.

"So, the Emperor asked me to ask you a question."

The palm bearer narrowed his eyes and looked at the Lord of Avalon with a smile on his lips.

"Morgan, your genetic father wants to know something now."

"Would you like to..."

"Raising another child: a second child?"

【……】

"..."

【……】

"Don't look at me like that."

Makado spread his hands.

"Do you remember: I told you this when we first started talking."

"He is an old bastard."