Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 62 Everyone is a Yellow Skin

Mordred firmly believed that the best way to deal with a stubborn person was to beat them up, and if one beating wasn't enough, then two beatings would do the trick.

As long as you throw your fist fast enough, all that self-destructive infighting and inner turmoil is just fluff; they just need to be taught a lesson!

And it's not just Peturabo who's like this; every single one of them is a bunch of problem children. Their mouths are only good for breathing; they can't speak at all. Just like the Emperor, they're truly his offspring!

"No! I'm an exception."

Upon hearing Mordred suddenly utter such a sentence, Perturabo thought to himself that this guy was definitely mentally ill. One moment he was chuckling like an idiot, and the next his face was gloomy. He was like a complete lunatic, someone who could drive you crazy.

And most importantly, this person is her second brother, whom she can't even beat. Having a brother like this is truly the worst luck imaginable.

Fearing that this guy might pull some kind of abstract trick again, Peturabo quickly spoke up:

"Mo...Second Brother!" With a large knife suddenly placed against his neck, Perturabo quickly changed his words:

"Second brother, we're almost at my house. Can you act like a normal person in a bit? Otherwise, I'll be very embarrassed."

"Tsk, Peipei, you really hurt my feelings. Do you think I'm some kind of lunatic? Don't worry, I'm the best at disguising myself as human."

Besides, as long as all the eyewitnesses are eliminated, my secret won't be exposed, and you won't put me in a difficult position, right?

To prove his point, Mordred retracted his two pairs of bone wings and his two extra arms, transforming from a four-armed boy back into a one-headed, two-armed creature.

Even more shockingly, Brian, a member of the Black Knights' guards, brought his Primarch a robe printed with anime girls, making Perturabo's eyelids twitch.

To be honest, in terms of appearance, Mordred is definitely a top contender for second or third among the Primarchs. The only ones who can surpass her in terms of looks are Miho or the Archangel.

But the premise is that he can't open his mouth. Once he opens his mouth, his whole image will collapse, completely shattered.

"How about it, Peipei? Your second brother is trendy enough, right? I'll get you one later, I guarantee it'll make you stand out."

"Forget it. If all human empires are like you, I'd rather not go back and stay in Olympia for the rest of my life. Also, my name isn't Pepe; you should call me Peturabo!"

"Okay, Pepe."

Helpless, Peturabo could only endure it. They had already entered the city-state and were unwilling to lose face in front of the people because of this.

Without any hindrance, with Peturabo leading the way, the group entered the city-state smoothly, attracting countless passersby to watch. They had never seen so many giants before, especially the largest one, which could actually glow, though it was a bit green.

But as they looked around, some people suddenly discovered that their wallets were missing for some reason, and even some of the goods sold by vendors had vanished, making them realize that the city's security was really too bad.

Having received prior notice, Damix, the tyrant of Joworth and lord of the city, was waiting in front of the manor early in the morning, and beside him was Perturabo's sister, Kellyfini.

As a powerful and ruthless man, Damix knew long ago that Peturabo was no ordinary child; after all, what ordinary child could grow to 3 meters tall by the age of eight?

Sure enough, Peturabo's family of origin has come looking for her, and the old father's eyes are filled with a rare look of reluctance.

“Father, this is my elder brother Mordred. Second brother, this is my adoptive father Damix.”

Peturabo emphasized the word "foster father," causing Kelly Fanny to raise an eyebrow, inwardly sighing that her sister was sulking with their father again. Only Mordred grinned, taking advantage of her height to silently watch the drama unfold.

“That’s right, I am Pepe’s good second brother, the last heir of the Wayne family. Just call me Da Mo. As for this beautiful lady, you must be Pepe’s sister, right?”

With a sudden shift in form, Mordred, who was a full 3.99 meters tall, rapidly shrank to become indistinguishable from an ordinary person, and grabbed Kelly Fanny's hand to give her a passionate kiss.

Coupled with Mordred's charming demeanor and smile, the onlookers' favorability towards him skyrocketed, secretly marveling that he truly was a divine child descended from heaven.

Kelly Fanny, whose fingertips had been kissed, blushed deeply. She looked at Perturabo with burning rage, wishing she could tear this manipulative bastard beside her to pieces, but she dared not make a move, fearing that Mordred would kill everyone in his anger.

Yes, in Peturabo's mind, Mordred's image at this moment was no different from Emperor Sakawa's—utterly wicked and utterly detestable. He could only keep his thoughts to himself and follow the others toward the banquet hall.

At the banquet, Damix and Mordred chatted amiably, the old fox and the young fox putting on a show, almost as if they were about to become sworn brothers. "Brother, don't worry, with me here, once my Atlas's heavenly army arrives, you'll be the only boss in all of Olympia, and nobody else will be able to control you."

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely! I'm not bragging, but Olympia is Peturabo's homeworld, and she's a genuine fourth princess of the Empire. You're set for life."

Mordred, who's always busy with his work, is all talk and no action. He's good at nothing but boasting, exaggerating the Empire into a wonderful world that everyone longs for, even making Terra a paradise on earth, just short of little angels flying around everywhere.

Even while boasting, Mordred didn't forget to promote his Atlas products, saying that as long as you join the Atlas Group, you can choose from all kinds of high-powered weapons, and he even thoughtfully arranged a way for Damix to make money.

"If you ask me, Olympia has such a beautiful environment, it would be a shame not to develop it into a garden world. Once I help you kill all those useless bastards who refuse to submit to the king, you can be the ruler of Olympia in peace."

However, things didn't go as planned. Just as Mordred and Damix were chatting away and starting to discuss what cool title they should take after becoming emperor, a plate of fruit was smashed in front of them.

Also shattered was Peturabo, who had stormed out of the banquet alone.

"Abo!"

Kelly Fanny's shout paused the atmosphere of the party for a moment, but at Damix's prompting, the music and dancing quickly resumed.

"Oh, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, brother."

Seeing that there was still some gossip to taste, Mordred smoothly handed over a mushroom, then thought for a moment and took it back, instead taking out a small mushroom about the thickness of an enoki mushroom, just in case the old man got beaten to death.

As two plumes of smoke rose, under the combined effects of the alluring aura and the bewitching mushroom, Damix began to recount Perturabo's childhood.

"When I found her, the child was like a panicked hedgehog, arming herself with vigilance and suspicion to maintain her pride."

But pride shouldn't be feigned, yet for a child who has lost her childhood memories, it seems perfectly natural, even if she is a demigod born with knowledge, just like you!

"I am not a goddess!"

Damix nodded. That was the taste. When the people praised Peturabo as a demigod, his own daughter had refuted it in the same way.

“I adopted her and quickly recognized her talent. To be honest, I know that Peturabo has always had a passion for civilian infrastructure, and I have kept every single model.”

"Then why did you force her to manufacture war machines for you?"

Damix paused for a moment, as if trying to organize his thoughts, but ultimately only uttered two words:
"Survive!"

"Joworth is a battleground. For over 1000 years, the entire Olympia region has never been unified; everything is born out of war."

Compared to civilian infrastructure, the public prefers weapons of war, and Peturabo is a very sensitive child, do you understand?

Mordred understood that in the Chaos Lands, all resources had to be sacrificed for the war, just as he had done during the peaceful times.

The difference is that he is the boss, and his subordinates are all Oglin dogs, but Perturabo is different; she cares too much about what others think of her.

Even if she is unwilling to make weapons of war, she will continue to do so under the expectant gaze of the people and everyone else.

"Then why don't you explain?"

Damix fell silent. Mordred recognized his expression; it was exactly like the weasel that had been playing dead.

"Once we can unify Olympia, everything will be alright. At that time, I will pass the throne to Peturabo, and she will surely understand my good intentions."

"Ah, how can they be so similar?"

(End of this chapter)