Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 54 Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Lemanrus, a word that can be used as a noun, an adjective, or even an interjection, has a new name today.

"Erha? Is that your hometown dialect, bro?!"

The rough voice, like the cold wind of Fenris, made one subconsciously think that the one who made such a voice must be a burly man, even without seeing his face.

And that was indeed the case. Upon seeing Mordred for the first time, the Wolf King acted like a frolicking husky, not treating himself as an outsider at all. He plopped down on Mordred's sofa and put his hairy, oily hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Brother, your place is so nice, unlike the cruel Fenris. And this sofa is so comfortable. By the way, Second Brother, why are you trembling all over?"

Trembling? Mordred wasn't just trembling; he was practically itching to punch the furry ball covered in fur, grease, and all sorts of other incomprehensible stuff to death.

Especially her trench coat, which had just been ironed and smelled of warm sunshine—it was a brand new coat, and now the collar was dirty.

And why are you being so familiar with me? This is clearly my home.

But as the saying goes, one can't hit a smiling dog, so Mordred still suppressed his discomfort and greeted his suddenly appearing brother, giving him a reluctant hug.

"The title 'Erha' describes someone who is confident, carefree, and invincible. It's a title that only warriors who are extremely good at conquering cities and seizing territory can earn. So, Ruth, the first time I saw you, I couldn't help but admire you as an Erha!"

Hearing his brother praise him so highly, Leman Russ was very happy. This was completely different from what Vulcan had told him. "Listen to this, Mordred comes up here and praises me, the husky, and calls me Russ. How could he be an ambitious person?"
"That's right, Second Brother, you really are a good brother. No wonder I felt so close to you the first time I saw you. We even have the same hair color, don't you think!"

The wolf guards, who were arranging the interior decorations, nodded repeatedly. They had received aid from Atlas, especially those cool dinosaurs. Riding them around would make them look very prestigious, which made the group of racing lads from the Fifth Legion extremely envious.

Mordred, however, did not see it that way. While he wouldn't call himself a germaphobe, he was still quite clean. These space wolves were even dirtier than Ruth, and his carpet was clearly unusable.

Especially Lemanrus next to him, he smelled rotten, there was a little cutie rolling around on his beard, and his messy hair had a huge clump of dandruff.

"not good!"

As Lemanrus shook his body there, more and more suspicious objects were thrown into the sofa, making it look like the sofa was about to be ruined.

"scold!"

Grabbing Ruth's filthy hair, Mordred could no longer stand it and started yelling as she pulled his head:

"You bastard, how dare you dirty my sofa? Do you want to die? Trying to act tough, I'll make you fly."

The sudden roar startled the wolf guards, but before they could react, several streaks of emerald green lightning pierced the ground and surged into their Terminator armor, turning them into living coffins with a few flashes of sparks.

On the other hand, when the Wolf King saw Mordred suddenly attack and hurt someone, he was not angry at all, but instead his fighting spirit was ignited.

"Oh? Second brother, do you want to have a contest with me to compete for my position as the husky? Vulcan said you're not good at fighting, so it seems you really don't understand Europe."

"Don't move, all of you. This is a one-on-one duel between brothers."

"Go to hell! Don't you dare spit on my sofa, you have bad breath!"

Mordred threw a punch, aiming for that foul-smelling mouth, but being used to bullying novices, Mordred's heavy punch not only missed, but was also headbutted by Russ, meeting Russ's mocking face.

"Brother, you should just stay home and manage the logistics. At worst, I'll share some of the credit I earn. But you're so delicate, don't hurt yourself!"

However, this bump had a serious impact. The little snack residing in Ruth's hair flew directly into Mordred's face, and the refreshing smell, like an old man's armpit in summer, instantly made Mordred's mind go blank.

Beneath the city walls, John, having finished a long day's work, was strolling through the night market, planning to treat his daughter to a nice meal. He knew of a really good barbecue restaurant nearby; although you might find dog hair in your food, the dog-man chef's skills were truly superb. "Daddy, how come you have money to take me out to eat?" The slightly thin Jill was very excited, but as a sensible child, she didn't want her father to waste money. She was already quite satisfied with the meals provided by the cafeteria.

"Don't worry, a meal won't cost much. I've been appreciated by a Space Marine and become an engineer. My salary has increased by five times, enough for you to eat your fill every day."

"But we can't just waste money!"

John felt a pang of heartache at his daughter's frugality. As a father, John had always been troubled by his inability to provide his daughter with a comfortable life. But now that life was better, he was determined not to let it return to the days when they barely had enough to eat.

After all, how could parents let their children suffer? He's not some heartless, despicable parent.

John, who had ordered another serving of barbecue, rubbed his daughter's puffed-up face and said with a smile:

"Eat quickly, or it will get cold. After you finish eating, you still have homework to do. Didn't you say you wanted to get into the Spartan Military Academy? Once you get in, I'll take you out for an even better meal."

"Really? Then it's a deal. I'm sure I can get in. I'm number one in the grade. I might even get to see the Primarch. Just you wait."

John smiled without saying a word, watching his daughter enjoy the food. The anxiety he had felt as a refugee was gone from his eyes; only a bright future remained.

"Praise be to His Highness Mordred!"

John, silently chanting in his mind, picked up his fork and began to eat with a vengeful urge, after all, he hadn't eaten dinner yet because he was out playing with his daughter.

But as he was eating, he noticed his daughter looking out the window with a puzzled expression, as if she had encountered something strange beyond her comprehension.

"Father, does His Highness the Primarch live in the Spire of the Nest City?"

"What's wrong? Prince Mordred does live on the top floor of the hive, but that's not the spire." With the meticulousness of a civil engineer, John began his explanation:

“Jill, you should know that Tranquility is different from other worlds. Our nests are all made from abandoned nests, and they are not that tall at all.”

Moreover, in order to improve lighting and protect the environment, the factories were moved to the port coast. Rather than a spire, the Primarch's dwelling place was more like a crouching Titan.

Actually, we suggested building a luxurious palace for His Highness a long time ago, but His Highness didn't want to burden the people and waste resources. Instead, he moved into that dilapidated pink house. Truly, he is our good prince, possessing all the virtues of a knight!

"Is His Highness Mordred a tall, blond man who wears a trench coat?"

John nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that His Highness indeed liked trench coats and had always paired them with vests, which had become a fashion trend throughout Atlas.

After listening to her father's explanation, Jill became even more confused and pointed out the window, saying:
"Father, I think I saw Prince Mordred. He was beating up a blond giant and cursing something. But it's different from what you described."

"What?"

John quickly turned his head and saw, sure enough, the kind and gentle prince he had described in the middle of the street. He was holding a giant with a blood-covered face and slamming his head against the ground. John could faintly hear him cursing loudly.

"Don't run away, Ruth, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!"

Meeting his daughter's slightly dazed gaze, John, whose idol had also been devastated, quickly turned her head back:

"It's all an illusion. Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

"Oh."

(End of this chapter)