Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"grown ups?"

[What's wrong, Bernard? 】

"I'm not sure whether this is a misunderstanding caused by subjective consciousness, or whether I personally don't know enough about the behavioral rules and physiological laws of the Primarchs, but I just want to remind you: since you and Pettu yesterday After Mr. Labo finished the meeting, you looked very tired."

"Is there any additional reason?"

[So be it: After all, there is suddenly a huge amount of... inheritance on my shoulders. 】

"real estate?"

[Not yet. 】

"Effective immediately?"

[It depends on when I plan to send my legal representatives there. 】

"So, is it tax-free?"

[Maybe I will have to pay a large unexpected income tax in a few decades: but it depends on my legal representative ability. 】

"Perhaps we can ask the Ultramarines Legion for help: I ​​heard that their original body has recently been studying the issue of reasonable tax avoidance."

[What step are you at? Leather case company? 】

"No: it's said to be a proxy war."

【……】

"What about the probate maker: is there any risk of him coming back to life?"

【Is this point...】

#The chuckle that belongs to the original body#

[Don’t worry: His estate is more worried about this than me, the beneficiary. 】

"?"

This answer finally made Bernard, who kept writing, stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his head and continued to make rustling sounds: After making sure that the last sentence was recorded clearly and unmistakably, this was written by the Spider Queen twelve years ago. The designated chief clerical attendant tilted his head and maintained his formulaic smile.

His voice was soft but unmistakable.

"So, Sir, do you need to reserve a few more companies for your legacy when the next legion is expanded? This involves the transfer of documents from the Personnel Department, Logistics Department, Propaganda Department and Military Food Procurement Department, at least Leave four months for discussion.”

[Food Purchasing Department? 】

"The food consumption expenses of the inner ring are always going to the public accounts of the four companies: anyway, the establishment is there."

Morgan was silent for a moment.

[Tell me the truth, Bernard: Do you think I can build several new companies to accommodate the people in Salamas? 】

"The suggestion here is that you'd better create a new legion."

Bernard smiled and spread his hands.

"Of course, you can also transfer them to the name of your new inheritance."

[What should I do if the other party doesn’t accept it? 】

"Hmm...wait for them to become real estate first?"

[Valuable advice, Bernard. 】

The Spider Queen chuckled and waved towards her child.

[From today on, help me pay more attention to the Ultramarines. Maybe my brother Guilliman needs some test subjects to complete his graduation thesis: he is taking proxy warfare as an elective, right? 】

"At least for now, yes: as long as Master Malcador hasn't fired him."

Bernard bowed slightly, indicating that he had remembered the order of the original body, and then described each sentence carefully: this high-ranking chief clerical attendant has remained the same as when he was a student to this day. , every good habit he has learned, because he is very satisfied with where he is now and does not intend to let any possible small flaws interfere with his future.

After all, for an Astartes warrior, especially for a Dawnbreaker under Morgan, Bernard's current position is already at the top of the mountain: [The chief clerical attendant of the original body] It is an unheard of existence in other legions, and the same is true in the Dawnbreaker legion up to twelve years ago, because this is a position specially created by Morgan, the original body of Dawnbreaker, to promote Bernard.

Fortunately, he has always taken the initiative to maintain a good relationship with Bayar and other seniors.

Although from the perspective of the outside world and most people in the legion, Morgan's chief attendant is still Rana, whom she trusts most, but as long as the word "clerk" is added, Bernard and Rana are equal: It's just that he is a clerical attendant, while Rana is an armed attendant. The responsibilities of the two have been clear from the beginning, and their cooperation with each other can be regarded as a tacit understanding.

But despite this, Bernard still has to accept a favor from Lana and respect the Chief Guards as much as possible, just because most of the responsibilities and powers of his chief clerical attendant were stripped from Lana: And if the scope is broadened, then the power of most of the top leaders of the Dawnbreaker Legion today actually contained the shadow of Rana in the past.

As the only person who could travel with the original body in the decades after Morgan and Daybreaker reunited, Rana's various powers in the past were so huge that he gave up most of them and replaced them with Tsukuru's now invisible influence: Phoenix, who was once famous but inconspicuous in the entire Second Legion, has now become the first person under the original body in the true sense.

【This is a good thing. 】

Bernard had heard Morgan say this.

[The legion must have a second core as a backup besides me. 】

Bernard disagreed with this, and even he struggled to understand at what point the Legion would need a second core: was there really something in the galaxy that could separate all the Dawnbreakers and Primarchs? Wouldn't these descendants of them be wiped out to protect the original body before such a tragedy happened?

Bernard was confused, but he did not ask any questions as usual. He just did his job well: he was sure that this was why the Primarch trusted him so much. Their mother might need a new suggestion occasionally, but most of the time, all she wanted from Bernard was a rustling sound.

This is what Bernard was doing.

They walked on the land of Ullanor, which was made of red and gray sand and dust but was now splendidly managed. They led to the final steel platform through a specially opened path. The lush green plants and marble tiles that were out of tune with this world stood like giants on their left and right sides, ensuring that the Primarch's ears would not be disturbed by anything.

Because less than a kilometer away, millions of iron warriors and war machines are arriving at their squares in an orderly manner. According to the order of the drills in the past ten days, the first team will be inspected by the Emperor and the various Primarchs in front of the iron platform in an hour. For this moment, the machine slaves, robots and labor prisoners who fell in the previous construction process are enough to support an apocalyptic war.

[But there are still people who lament that their sacrifice did not bring perfection. ]

Morgan sighed softly.

[Like the one in front of me. ]

Bernard looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the Primarch of the Third Legion was standing at the end of the trail, greeting his mother from a distance. Next to the Phoenix Lord was a middle-aged warrior of the Emperor's Children, but his face was still elegant and handsome. He was a slightly bald warrior. Bernard blinked and realized who this person was.

This is very simple. Just like Bernard can stand behind Morgan now because the Dawnbreaker team led by Lana, who is more famous in martial arts, is waiting for the review, the champion swordsmen under the command of each Primarch are now with their review team, so the people standing beside them are destined not to be famous for martial arts.

Coupled with this face...

"Sir Fabius."

When the Primarchs greeted each other, Bernard extended his hand enthusiastically.

"Brother Bernard."

Inexplicably, Fabius's smile made Bernard's back cold. Although the eyes of the Emperor's son have not moved, the son of Morgan just felt that Fabius was looking at him from head to toe: maybe it was just his instinct as a pharmacist?

"Have you heard of me?"

Faced with Bernard's question, Fabius was more curious.

"Of course: Is this strange?"

"No, just a little unfamiliar."

Bernard's pupils dilated slightly.

"After all, I am not a well-known champion warrior in the Second Legion."

The Emperor's Son laughed.

"Believe me, Brother Bernard: the people you will see on this steel platform later will not be famous for their bravery. There is not only war in the galaxy, and the Emperor did not set foot in the galaxy for simple conquest. He is for some greater cause, some dreams ignored by mortals."

"What is it?"

"Imperial Truth."

Fabius' voice was serious, and his face was also: but to be honest, he was really not suitable for telling jokes.

Bernard secretly complained.

Or, does this Emperor's Son really believe in the so-called Imperial Truth?

This conjecture was erased the moment it appeared in Bernard's mind.

Bernard's eyes paused for a moment, and he realized that Fabius did not actually answer his question directly. And some instinct, perhaps from Morgan, told him that there was definitely something valuable in it, so he decided to continue asking.

"Yes, Imperial Truth."

The Dawnbreaker smiled.

"But I don't think I'm an expert in this area, and I'm not a famous Legion pharmacist. So, what is it about me that made you hear my name? Please tell me: when we step onto the Iron Platform later, I'll have the capital to brag to others."

"Don't be modest: your name was even told to us by the Primarch himself."

"Lord Fulgrim?"

"That's right."

Bernard noticed that Fabius looked at the Phoenix Lord with a rather strange sense of reverence: he didn't think this emotion was very similar to loyalty, but rather seemed more twisted, and it was very strange for any Legion soldier.

But the Emperor's Children were an exception: most of them thought of Fulgrim this way.

After all, these Emperor's Children were all weirdos.

He made his own evaluation, and did not let go of Fabius's voice.

"Not long ago, when we had just arrived at Ullanor, our Primarch announced to us a plan he had decided on: in order to build the fiefdom given to us by the Emperor faster, after the Legion returned to Chemos, the Primarch would evenly distribute all the territories of the Phoenix Court to the captains and lord commanders selected by him, and we would manage them more carefully to ensure that the execution of the order was practical and reliable."

"..."

Bernard was silent, his mind quickly went through this sentence, and he quickly realized what Fabius wanted to say.

"Let me guess: Then the Primarch used the Dawnbreaker and me as an example?"

"And Guilliman's Ultramarines."

Fabius nodded, obviously appreciating Bernard's sharp mind.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked at Bernard's brain when he smiled.

"I'm flattered."

Bernard covered his heart: although he didn't know why he did this, his gene mother once warned him that whenever he was compared to the Ultramarines, he should always pretend to be harmless, so he just did it anyway.

"So, I guess you will soon become Lord Fulgrim's governor?"

"For now."

Fabius nodded.

"But our Primarch doesn't like the name of the Governor's District. He prefers to call this new system he came up with the [Pronia Military District]. I am the first batch of Pronia generals he has chosen. He has decided to assign thirteen civilized worlds and more resource worlds to me."

"Congratulations."

Bernard nodded. He keenly noticed that when Fabius mentioned the world and power given to him by the Primarch, even the smile on his face became more sincere: this Emperor's son obviously did not resist the power that involved mortals, which was quite rare for Astartes. Most of them didn't like to deal with this kind of management work.

Including that one.

Bernard remembered the Emperor's son who had the best reputation among the Dawnbreakers.

"Please don't get me wrong: the following is just out of my personal interest and curiosity."

The son of Morgan took a step closer.

"Can you tell me: Will His Excellency Akudona also be General Pronia?"

"Maybe in the future."

"Not now?"

Bernard was a little surprised.

"He has a more glorious position."

A flash of bitterness on Fabius' face proved the truth of his words.

"Only a few of us know: Lord Fulgrim has decided that after the Legion returns to Chemos, His Excellency Akudona will not immediately become General Pronia. The Primarch will give him several main companies and a large-scale expeditionary force, and his mission is to launch a revenge expedition until all the invaders who interfere with the Phoenix Court and their birthplace are completely cleansed."

"Akudona...command?"

"Almost: at least Solomon and Tarvitz follow him."

"As far as I know, Akudona has accepted this order, and the Primarch has created a new title for him for this purpose."

"Marshal Caesar: Chief Military Commander, Commander of the Second Legion of the Sons of the Empire."