Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Oh, Leman Russ, my dearest wild brother: You came just in time. Lord Malcador and I just have something to do, and we need your advice full of simple wisdom. 】

"Want my advice? Are you trying to mess something up?"

【……Roughly the same. 】

[To put it simply: Do you think our brother Magnus can become a military advisor to the Warmaster? 】

"..."

"...Magnus?"

【right. 】

"...The Prospero one?"

【Yes. 】

"Serving as military advisor to the Warmaster?"

【literal meaning. 】

"..."

Leman Russ blinked.

All father is on top.

Are these two guys finally exhausted?

"Let me ask, Morgan: Could this Warmaster be Mortarion?"

[Of course not him: Why do you have this idea, Riemann? 】

"Other than Mortarion, I can't think of anyone else who could make you use such torture?"

【……】

[Listen, Riemann: In front of His Majesty the Master of the Seal, I can tell you that the position of Warmaster will belong to Horus. Moreover, we are asking you in a very serious manner now, do you think it comes from Is Magnus in Prospero capable of serving as a military advisor to the Warmaster? 】

"..."

"All right."

"It looks like you two really want to mess something up."

…

The Wolf King of Fenris arrived at the large conference room where Malcador and Morgan were staying within five minutes after dinner, because according to the original schedule, he would have a private meeting with the Printer at this time .

In fact, in the decades since his return to the Empire, Leman Russ often had such private exchanges with the Sigil Bearer to fulfill his mission as the Emperor's Hound: to be honest, for such private and confidential talks , the Fenris people's mood is quite complicated.

On the one hand, he knew very well that this was the expectation and trust that his father had for him, and he was also very fortunate that he could understand many things that other Primarchs did not know through this long-term communication with the Mark Bearer: he was better than others. The brothers are more aware of the difficulties that the empire will encounter, and they are also more aware of what a noble figure the notorious Sealmaster is after all.

But from another perspective, Leman Russ hated the private talks themselves: because almost every time, he had to end such talks with at least one task that tortured his heart.

Because of this, when Leman Russ silently opened the door and saw Morgan sitting opposite the Master of the Seal and the maid next to Morgan, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. : It seems that he is not here to receive the task this time.

Thinking of this, that indifferent rogue smile naturally appeared on Leman Russ's face, and he swaggeringly dragged himself a new stool from the other side of the room, with a heavy base and floor. The friction made a harsh sound.

But as soon as he threw the stool next to the table and sat down, a word from Morgan made him jump up like his tail was on fire.

Before he could figure out what the so-called [Military Advisor to the Warmaster] meant, the palmist on the other side supplemented Morgan's words in an old-fashioned way. His old and cracked voice lasted less than two minutes. , the system they had discussed was constructed in Leman Russ's mind.

Then, both the Lord of Avalon and the Palmist fell silent. They sat in their respective seats, their two pairs of pupils watching the changes on the faces of the Fenrisians at the same time, and calculating in their hearts the coarse and fine details. How long will it take for Manruth to digest everything they instilled?

They watched: Leman Russ probably spent less than a second to build the framework dictated by the Mark Palmist, and then spent less than a second to digest the conversation Morgan had just had with him. .

Then, he stood there, frowning, and continued to think for about twelve or three seconds.

When he sat down, the Fenrisian glanced thoughtfully at the people on both sides of the table. His two rough hands were placed on the table, rubbing each other, and telling him The inner tangle.

"I think, it's just me thinking: Did you two not want the role of military advisor to work from the beginning, or did you have some deeper concerns? Huh?"

After speaking, Leman Russ did not forget to widen his eyes and looked at his most respected mortal and his dearest sister respectively. Then the two looked at each other and nodded with a smile.

It was Morgan who spoke.

[Okay, Riemann: As we all know, for the sake of balance, the Council should have a council organization in addition to Warmaster Horus himself, and me, the Warmaster's administrative advisor. Military advisor. 】

[But you know this: Although no Primarch has any thoughts on the official position of the Warmaster's Administrative Advisor, the same cannot be said for the Warmaster's Military Advisor. 】

"Of course: each of them thinks he is the best military strategist."

The Wolf King nodded.

"So, no matter which Primarch we appoint as the Warmaster's military advisor, it is bound to arouse the dissatisfaction of at least half of the Primarchs: the Primarchs may not think or care whether they have political talents, but if a Primarch is appointed If your military capabilities are stronger than others, it will really blow up."

Malcador sat opposite Morgan and smoothly picked up the words of the Lord of Avalon.

[And if we want to solve this problem, we have only two options: either appoint a perfect option and make all the original bodies speechless, but this is definitely impossible. 】

【Either...】

"Either appoint a terrible option and let everyone know that this so-called military adviser to the Warmaster is not a serious official position: just like me, everyone just needs to laugh and pass."

Under Morgan's meaningful gaze and smile, Leman Russ nodded and naturally followed up with the last sentence.

"So, you are going to appoint a ridiculous enough choice...and among our brothers, Magnus...Military Advisor...Military Advisor to the Great Crusade, Magnus."

"..."

"oh……"

"Father is on top..."

A completely uncontrollable sigh leaked out from the Wolf King's fangs. The originally wild and unruly faces of the Fenrisians had been frozen in a funny moment, which was astonishment, exclamation, bitterness and even absurdity. The collective is the embodiment of the ugliness in reality blooming in his mind through the flash of inspiration.

Leman Russ's Adam's apple was constantly rolling up and down, and waves of thoughts were undoubtedly rushing in his heart, but under the tough appearance, the original body could only sigh intermittently.

This performance obviously did not deviate from Morgan's expectations. She smiled and nodded towards Macado.

[You see, Your Majesty the Master, more and more smart people have realized the beauty of this choice. 】

"It's all for the Empire."

Malcador also smiled back, and just as the two of them were responding to each other, the Wolf King of Fenris had already recovered. He smacked his lips nervously, and seemed to be still trying to calm down the thoughts in his mind. of storm.

"etc!"

"What you two mean is: since no choice can satisfy all the Primarchs, then simply let Magnus serve as a military advisor, and use this joke-like choice to make everyone disdain this position. Gu?"

[No one gets offended by a trivial joke, right? 】

As he spoke, Morgan took off the new glass and poured a full glass of champagne for his Fenris brothers. Leman Russ couldn't get used to drinking this kind of tame wine, but he still subconsciously took it, and then He drank it nonchalantly and nodded.

"Okay, this can be considered a way."

The Wolf King smacked his lips.

"However, if I don't have anything to do here, I don't think you will reveal this arrangement to me in advance: tell me, what do I need to do?"

…

The Lord of Avalon and the Seal Holder looked at each other again, smiled and nodded to each other, this time the Seal Holder spoke first.

"It's a very simple thing, unlike your previous missions that were a bit bloody."

"That's a good feeling."

[We just need you to keep quiet and maintain this secret: when the Emperor announces these positions and arrangements in front of everyone, you need to be the first to stand up and support Magnus as the Warmaster's military advisor. 】

"..."

The Wolf King opened his mouth.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with a mission that smells of blood..."

【how? Are you worried that other people really think you are a fool? 】

"That won't happen."

The Wolf King shook his head bitterly.

"How can I put it this way: If I proposed in front of everyone that Magnus should serve as the Warmaster's military advisor, no one would think I was a fool."

"only……"

——————

"They're going to think I'm crazy."

"Even my mother thinks I'm crazy."

"And the old guards, my reliable colleagues, they may not necessarily think I am crazy, but they will definitely pick up the knife and cut me into pieces."

"..."

"So, you called me all the way here to ask me to help you collect the body?"

Xia Ya was sitting on the heavy chair carved from a complete piece of marble. He was lowering his head and concentrating on the sharp dagger with beautiful patterns in his hand. Although he was echoing the words of his companion, he was still talking. There was no interest in looking up at his companions.

And his companion, Rana, who is the guard general of the Dawnbreaker Legion, is obviously not surprised by this: his friendship with Char can even be traced back to before the beginning of the Great Crusade, and they have long known what kind of characters each other is. .

"No need to collect the body, you golden-haired bastard: I'm pretty sure that if I died tomorrow, I would have a small tombstone in my mother's throne room."

Having said this, the head guard even raised his lips provocatively, and a maddening "sadness" came out of his throat.

"Seriously, Char, when I think that I can't be with you, sharing the admiration of the younger generations in the Legion's Hall of Heroes: when your legendary deeds are sung, my soul can only sleep beside my mother. This It’s such a sad thing.”

"..."

The next moment, Lana was satisfied and felt a cold death aura from Knight Le Fay, who was lowering his head and playing with his dagger.

Char's voice sounded like he was sighing.

"Seriously, Lana, if it weren't for the fact that you, as the chief guard of the original body, had the most formal and reasonable reasons and could not leave your post without permission, the time you would have been dragged into the arena would have definitely been much longer than that. The famous Lord Ahriman."

"so what."

The head guard tilted his head and gave his injured friend a look of disdain.

"Don't forget Xia Ya, you have never defeated me since two hundred years ago. The place where we had our first duel was not even ten kilometers away from here. I clearly remember that I took your four A tooth hit the ground and then knocked out at least six more people."

"..."

Knight Le Fay had nothing to say: Rana's strength was indeed recognized as tyrannical among the Dawnbreaker Legion. He could only lower his head, caressing the dagger in his palm, secretly wondering when he could stab it into this bastard's neck. inside.

"So, why did you call me here?"

"Two things."

The head guard suppressed the smile on his face. He picked up the document on the side and stuffed it into the hands of Knight Le Fay. Charia just glanced at the content above, and her solemn face was struck by lightning. .

"...This...are you sure this is true!"

"I checked it myself."

It seemed that he had expected to see such a scene. The head guard just nodded lightly. A smile that was completely opposite to before appeared on his face. It was an indifferent but sincere smile.

"It's incredible, right: but considering that Holy Terra is where we originally set out, it is the home planet of all mankind, and it is the place where the Emperor created nineteen legions. When you think about this, this number seems to be natural."

"I don't take it for granted."

Knight Le Fay shook his head, his voice seemed a little dry, and he placed the document on the table with a serious face, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and then he whispered the numbers on it, as if balderdash.

"thirteen thousands?"

"Thirteen thousand new blood?!"

"I think back then, we tried our best to recruit new soldiers on thousands of worlds on the Far Eastern frontier, but we could barely get 10,000 new blood. Now, just in the world of Terra, we can Provide us with a full thirteen thousand new recruits?!”

"At least thirteen thousand."

Rana corrected.

"Under the emperor's order, we were able to sort out the entire population of Terra's age group from top to bottom. Among them were many city-states and tribes that existed long before the empire, so we received such a huge supply of new blood: This new blood will be enough to make up for the wounds we suffered in the previous war, and even bring our Legion's numbers to the highest level since the Great Crusade."

"...Then how many people did those Dark Angels recruit?"

Faced with the question from Chevalier Le Fay, the head guard thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm not sure, but they don't seem to be drafting a lot of people."

"..."

"In other words, after we return to Avalon, the number of our legion may exceed 50,000?"

"Yes."

Lana nodded.

"That's why I started thinking about the second thing I want to tell you: I need your help in this matter, brother, or in other words, I need the help of Chevalier Le Fay."

"..."

Xia Ya snorted lightly.

"Is this the thing you said would make the Old Guard kill you?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me, I have high hopes for the cause of your death."

"Is such that."

Lana took out another document from somewhere. Judging from the wrinkled edges of the document and the yellowish color caused by frequent rubbing, it seemed that this document had been written a long time ago.

"You know, after we completed the recruitment work, this trip to Terra has ended: the original body has sent a message from the palace of Terra, and she will arrive at the bridge of the Legion battleship in two hours. At that time, we will embark on the journey back to Avalon."

"After the original body returns to the bridge, I will tell her my suggestions as soon as possible."

Rana handed the document in his hand to his brother, and after Chevalier Le Fay saw the content above, his expression instantly became strange.

"You want to make a proposal to the Primarch: revoke the Old Guard's responsibility as the Primarch's Guard, and select new elites from the Old Guard and the Knights of Le Fay to form a true Primarch Guard, and establish it throughout the Legion. Conduct selections within the organization and form a staff council for the original body?”

"..."

"Are you crazy? Rana?"

"I am not sleeply."

The head guard looked at his friend's horror with an expressionless face.

"You also know, Char, almost twenty years have passed since the original body reunited with us. As early as twenty years ago, we were this temporary piece of structure. The Old Guards temporarily We have assumed the responsibility of the Primarch Guard, but in fact we rarely play a corresponding role on the battlefield, and our Primarch does not have a real staff team like the Council of Four Kings."

"Twenty years has been too long. Our original body must not continue to make do with this temporary system as it is now. Since she has taken into account the pride of the Old Guards, she will not allow such changes. , then I should take the initiative to bring it up."

"Are you going to encourage our mother to disband the Old Guard?"

"It's not disbanding, just like the Ultramarines' Primarch Guard is a victorious army, but Guilliman's real personal guard is the Invincible Iron Guard: just forming a real Primarch Guard."

"..."

"Do the Old Guards know?"

"Of course they don't know, no one knows, that's why I'm here alive to tell you these things: I'm going to convince our mother directly and finalize this matter from the beginning."

"..."

Chevalier Le Fay licked his lips.

"Okay, Rana, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Lana smiled back.

"Nothing needs to be done, Char. The leaders of the Knights of Le Fay should have foreseen this change in advance, but they should remain silent: you know what to do."

"..."

"I have one more question, Rana."

"explain."

Xia Ya hesitated.

"Aren't you afraid of losing your current position in this change?"

"..."

"..."

The head guard smiled bitterly. He held his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the window: When Knight Le Fay looked at the lonely back of his friend, he felt a little sad in his heart. touch.

Until Lana slowly spoke.

"my brother……"

"I'm here, Rana."

"You're so pathetic."

"...?"

"When I think: You poor guy can't imagine what place I have in the heart of the primarch, how I am trusted by the primarch, so that you would actually worry about my position next to the primarch, I I really feel sorry for you."

"Tsk, tsk, pathetic."

After saying this, the chief guard did not forget to turn his head to look at his brother, shook his head with compassion on his face, and sighed.

"..."

"..."

On the face of Chevalier Le Fay, blue veins popped out.

Grass.

One day...

He's going to kill this guy!