The Night Haunter Council, convened under the leadership of the Primarch's agent, came to a successful close.
Although at least half of the seven core members were deeply unhappy with Bruce, what of it? As long as Sevatar's stance remained unchanged, no one could challenge the absolute authority of the Primarch's agent for the time being.
As always, the true administrator of the Legion had always been Sevatar. He was simply loyal to Curze.
Unlike certain other Legions, where the First Captain was the real decision-maker and the Primarch was basically just a larger First Captain.
If Sevatar ever decided to rebel one day, at least half the Night Lords would follow him without hesitation. For most of them, Curze really was nothing more than a biological father.
"There's something I need to ask…"
Only after confirming several times that there was no fourth person in the room did Sevatar finally speak.
"Hm?"
Bruce was still buried in a mountain of paper documents, trying to digest them all.
Even though this was the Warhammer 30K era, so many records and files were still kept on actual paper. Even with an Astartes' superhuman brain, sorting through all of it would take a good deal of time.
And for Bruce right now, time was the one thing in shortest supply.
"In truth… the lady by your side is the real Primarch, isn't she?"
In the calmest tone imaginable, Sevatar delivered the most horrifying sentence possible.
"…"
Bruce froze on the spot.
Even though he had tried his best to keep himself under control and not act suspicious, having the secret exposed so directly still produced the slightest abnormal reaction.
And it was precisely that tiny, nearly negligible flicker of unease that Sevatar caught with absolute precision.
So it really was true…
Having gotten his answer, Sevatar did not feel any joy. On the contrary, he began to worry—and wonder why the Primarch had chosen not to reveal the truth openly.
Why exactly?
"Uh… Captain Sevatar, aren't you… letting your imagination run a little wild there? Hahaha…"
Bruce looked awkwardly toward Curze, who showed no reaction at all.
Curze's only response to this was essentially: And?
Bruce, meanwhile, tried to signal back to her: This has nothing to do with me! He guessed it himself!
"But regardless, the Primarch's command is absolute. I will faithfully carry out all of your instructions."
Sevatar gave the two of them a slight bow.
"Sevatar. Help me investigate something."
After a long silence, Curze finally spoke.
"It would be my honor to serve you, my lord."
In that instant, Sevatar's psychic senses aligned with Curze's.
If he had possessed even the slightest doubt before, now there was no need for doubt whatsoever.
She really was the Primarch.
He simply had no idea why she had become a little girl.
And what startled Sevatar even more was this: Curze's psychic presence seemed far purer than before, lacking that crazed, distorted sense of suffocating repression it had once carried.
Strange.
Incredibly strange.
Sevatar honestly did not know whether this counted as a good thing or a bad thing.
The good news was that Curze had turned into a normal person.
The bad news was that Curze had turned into a little girl.
"As far as I know, when the Primarch was attacked, the last thing he saw was a very strange xenos."
"It had a round head, a short and ridiculous body, and blue-and-white coloring…"
Curze recalled the events of that day with great seriousness.
"?"
Standing beside her and hearing that description, Bruce instantly lost composure.
Why did that sound exactly like a certain anime character from his old world?
"Does the Acting Agent know something?" Sevatar asked Bruce, who had visibly tensed.
"Can… can I say it?" Bruce asked the Primarch beside him.
"If it will help," Curze said with a nod.
"Give me a few seconds."
Bruce picked up a blank sheet of human-skin parchment, dipped a feather quill in ink, and began sketching the image from memory.
Even without formal artistic training, an Astartes' absurd physical stats were enough to let him produce a nearly perfect, exquisitely detailed drawing in one go.
"The xenos you're talking about… wouldn't happen to be this, would it?"
As shown in the picture, it was a round, strange creature—cat-like, but not really a cat. It resembled a human in some ways, and yet wasn't human at all.
Strangely enough, though, even Astartes who normally despised xenos with absolute fervor felt no urge whatsoever to attack this bizarre little thing.
It was as if they instinctively categorized it as human by default.
"This ridiculous clown attacked our great Primarch?"
Sevatar found it impossible to believe.
This thing? Forget attacking a Primarch—even the most worthless hive ganger could pin it down and beat it senseless.
"It really was this thing."
After confirming it several times, Curze turned an openly hostile gaze toward Bruce.
This was the creature that had left her in her current state.
Damned thing.
Absolutely damned.
"Can I say that I know him because he was a huge celebrity back in my world? But we never had any direct contact! Really! I swear!"
Bruce hurriedly explained.
Who could possibly have guessed that Doraemon had transmigrated too?
More importantly, he'd been a two-dimensional being even in Bruce's original world. He was basically on the same level as these Warhammer monsters in terms of unreality. If Bruce had somehow personally known a divine beast like that, things would have been absurd long before now.
"…"
Curze thought for a moment, then glanced at Sevatar.
"Find him, and then—"
"Wait! I have a suggestion!"
The moment it sounded like Curze intended to dispose of Doraemon, Bruce panicked on the spot.
A divine beast that powerful absolutely could not be killed. Absolutely not.
More than that, this was the sort of existence that ranked somewhere between "golden finger grandpa" and a full-on system cheat.
If they killed him, everything was finished.
"I suggest we capture him first. Then let me handle the matter."
"A reason?" Curze arched a brow, clearly displeased.
If she hadn't known Bruce came from the same otherworldly background as that strange creature, she might already have sent this unfilial son flying with one swipe of her claws.
I've become this absurd, and instead of wanting revenge, you want to spare the culprit?
The more I think about it, the more suspicious you look.
Maybe I should just kill you both.
"Uh…"
Under Curze's pressure—and Sevatar's increasingly unsettling gaze—cold sweat poured down Bruce's back as he frantically searched for an explanation.
In the end, he simply decided to treat a dead horse like a living one and spit out his honest thoughts.
Whether Doraemon lived or died now depended entirely on what these two big shots thought.
"First, I can say with certainty that he could be of immense help to our Legion—and to humanity as a whole. This is not some ordinary xenos. He may very well have something to do with the Omnissiah."
"Second, what if he knows a way to bring you… your father… back?"
"And finally—and most importantly—if we want to build up the Legion and prepare for the civil war to come, I believe his assistance will be indispensable."
After saying his piece, Bruce waited nervously for their response.
Sevatar was simple enough. He listened to Curze.
As for Curze…
She stared at the reflection of the ridiculous little girl in her teacup and said flatly,
"How confident are you?"
"How confident are you that he can turn me back?"
"Eighty percent."
"Only eighty?"
"What if this has nothing to do with him at all?"
Bruce hurriedly added, "I can't say for sure about everything else, but under normal circumstances, he doesn't attack people for no reason. A white sheet of paper doesn't just turn black for no reason either."
"You seem to know him well."
"Fairly well," Bruce admitted with a nod.
"Then find him and bring him back. Don't damage him."
Curze turned and gave the order to Sevatar.
Phew—
Even though it was Doraemon's life that had just been spared, Bruce couldn't help feeling as though his own neck had also just been saved.
Hopefully this robotic cat was the genuine article.
If it turned out to be Tzeentch in cosplay, that would be hilarious for all the wrong reasons.
"Now then, continue," Curze ordered in a dignified tone.
"About the Imperium's civil war."
Though in her current form, that imperiousness looked more like a little girl pouting.
"I want to know, from the things you know, what lies ahead for the future of the Imperium of Man."
"Uh? Here? And just say it out loud?"
Bruce was clearly unprepared. Slightly panicked, he glanced at Sevatar—the third person present.
"Yes. Say it. All of it."
"Sevatar, you may stay if it interests you. If you don't care to listen to stories, leave."
"Yes," Sevatar replied.
But he made no move to go anywhere.
That meant he had chosen to stay.
"All right then. If you want to know, and you don't mind a third person hearing it…"
Bruce gave a helpless shrug, showing he had no objection.
What else could he say at that point?
Might as well tell them everything.
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