Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 61 The Emperor's Daughter

Baal.

just now.

His eyes met the emperor's calm golden eyes. This man seemed to be able to read minds and see through everything. He spoke slowly.

"Lacus is very talented in the field of psychic powers. I plan to take her back to Terra and let Malcador become her psychic mentor."

"Thank you, your kind father. With Malcador's guidance, Lux will surely become an outstanding psyker and serve the Empire."

Galen saluted the Emperor and then asked.

"Why are you in Barr?"

Before the emperor could speak, Lux in his arms raised her white little arms to answer.

"It was Uncle Wolf. He said my brother was missing, and then I started crying. Then my godfather said he had a way to find my brother!"

Wait! Godfather?!

Confused and bewildered, Garen's eyes quickly switched between the two. Why did the Emperor become Lux's godfather? ?
Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I've only been away from home for two years, how come my house was robbed? !

Whether it was the previous two attacks by Nurgle demons or the Emperor's recognition of his daughter this time, Garen discovered that as long as he was not at home, the Sixth Brother would sneak into the house.

Is it possible for an ordinary person to be the emperor's daughter?

Pressing the aching forehead, he pinched Lux's soft face with two fingers, and the white and tender cheeks like refined rice dough were kneaded into various shapes.

"You are already eleven years old, how can you still cry when you are staring at the title of Lord of Demacia?"

The two small palms respectively held the two mischievous fingers. Garen's words not only did not make Lux feel ashamed, but instead she raised her little face slightly with a very proud expression.

"I'm worried about you!"

A random sly smile.

"The Lord of Demacia is so worried about you that he is crying. He must be secretly very happy in his heart!"

Garen shook his head and laughed, then looked at the emperor who was left aside.

"Father, you dote on Lux too much."

“I like Lux very much, she is an innocent, kind and cute little cub.

Moreover, the disappearance of a Primarch is a very heavy loss for the Empire at present.

Apart from your identity as my son, as the commander of the Battle of Firewheel, for the sake of the morale of the imperial soldiers fighting bravely on the front line, I need to ensure your safety to appease the troops."

A smile appeared on the face wrapped in golden light, and the Emperor's gaze passed over the two people and looked at the archangel standing in the distance.

A majestic and powerful voice sounded.

"Moreover, it brings me such a precious gift, my son, the return of a new Primarch."

The Emperor's majestic figure passed by the Crownguard siblings like a hazy afterimage and came in front of Sanguinius.

"I am the Emperor," the Emperor said, reaching out to touch Sanguinius's white wings. "I am your father."

Father, the man said, a word that shared a rhythm in silence with Master, Shaper, Creator.

Sanguinius met the Emperor's eyes. In those gleaming eyes, Sanguinius saw the answer to a question he had never even considered.

The Emperor, this being - is human. But to be precise, he is more than just a man.

"I see the light of many souls in your eyes. Many men. Many women."

The Emperor smiled.

"Is this what you see?" He spoke in perfect Arnochinian, a language that was flawed in its own right. He used the dialect and intonation in the same way that Sanguinius himself did.

So either the Emperor extracted the meaning of these words from the Angel's mind, or he projected the meaning directly into his mind.

In any case, he was not speaking the language at all. Sanguinius was not even sure he saw his mouth move.

"I have been looking for you for many years." said the Emperor.

Behind these words, Sanguinius felt the cheering people and the burning world.

Although the desert was still hot, his blood ran cold.

"I have seen visions of this meeting many times in my dreams," Sanguinius admitted. A stronger gust of wind blew from the east. He instinctively raised a wing to block the grit-laden wind.

The Emperor's eyes followed his movement. He began to walk slowly around Sanguinius, one armored hand extended, fingertips running down the feathers of the Angel's wings.

Sanguinius's eyes followed his father as he circled him, but whenever the Emperor moved behind him, out of his sight, his wings would flutter nervously.

"You're a little nervous."

The Emperor said calmly.

"That is natural, my son. I have come not only to rescue you from exile, but also to soothe your heart and will with all you need to know."

"What makes me even more curious is, what does it mean that you are holding a dinner plate in your hand? Is it a special custom of Baal?"

With the experience of retrieving the two Primarchs, Wolf King and Galen, the Emperor subconsciously thought that this was also some kind of strange custom.

An awkward silence hung in the air. Sanguinius didn't know how to respond. Should he say, "Is this lunch prepared for my father who has come from afar?"

"In fact, this is my lunch."

Galen walked over with a wry smile, scratching the back of his head awkwardly with one hand.

As calm as an emperor, he couldn't help but laugh at this moment. He shook his head and looked at Garen and said.

"You always bring me unexpected surprises."

"That's true for anti-greenskin weapons, and it's true for this dinner plate, too."

Lux noticed the beautiful Sanguinius early on. The pair of holy wings alone were impossible to ignore.

She straightened her body and whispered in Galen's ear.

"Brother, this big sister is so beautiful, will you marry her?"

No matter how small the sound was, it was heard clearly by everyone. In this three-meter area, all the people present were the most advanced in genetic technology and psychic alchemy. How could Lux's words escape their ears?

Sanguinius hid his embarrassment with a smile, and the brothers of the Royal Guards still stood as straight as javelins, but if you looked carefully, you would find that some of them had their ears twitching slightly.

They were eavesdropping on the juicy gossip between the Primarch and the Emperor!

"Lacus, that's so rude. Sanguinius is my best brother. You should call him Ninth Brother."

Lux nodded obediently and spoke in a sweet voice.

"Nineth Brother~"

Inner heart: Ninth sister!
Because Garen ranked second among the Primarchs, Lux believed that no matter how young she was, she was at least older than Sanguinius, who ranked so much lower!

Except the Wolf King!

Because Russ has thick hair and rough skin, he looks much bigger than Galen!
And it has big, ferocious canine teeth!
"Oh, by the way, father, I know you hate religion, but the situation in Baal is a little complicated. This group of kind people who are struggling in misery believe in Sanguinius."

Galen suddenly spoke up.

(End of this chapter)