Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 27 You, go and kill the Emperor

"Khorne, is that the name of a demon?"

Aaron looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity, his hand itching to try, waving the nail around.

Adachi rubbed his forehead, his brows furrowed.

"Don't let me see Khorne and nails at the same time; it gives me a terrible headache. My memories of the future aren't entirely clear. Damn it, what kind of trouble have you rebellious children gotten into in the future?!"

Aaron pouted and said angrily:

"According to the prophecy, we will overthrow you, set all the constellations in the sky ablaze, and usher in a new era. But according to some priests, since the future will inevitably become the present, the new era will not come."

"It will probably become a stalemate, like a clogged latrine, where we can only make do and hope to find a solution before it gets full."

Anda covered his face and said in pain:

“You really should learn to use better words, Aaron. Your mother and I don’t swear much, so how did your metaphors become so corrupt?”

"Marum, investigate Erst's movements tonight and record the cities he's visited. Ideally, get intelligence on the local garrisons and their supplies. We won't directly intervene in the war, but we need to ensure smooth communication."

Marum bowed his head respectfully: "I will always serve you."

Anda brought over the box of money he had received for selling himself into servitude, and took out 10 deben of silver from it:

"Use human methods to solve problems. You're an extreme warrior, so you shouldn't have any problem with your eloquence. I don't want to discover too many inexplicable things in human history."

Marum was deeply moved and reverently extended his hands to accept the silver.

Father, have you ever witnessed His Majesty's approval of us?

Aaron carefully put away the nails, his cheeks puffed out:

"It seems like you've planned everything perfectly, so why don't you just tell me what you're up to? I'm your son! You keep everything from me, do you expect me to find out on my own?"

When I find out for myself, how I react will be out of your hands, Father.

Aaron thought to himself, and began to miss his younger brother.

They must not learn bad habits like this; they must always say what they mean.

"Um, what are we having for lunch? People here sometimes only eat two meals a day."

He touched his stomach, his mind quickly becoming preoccupied with hunger.

In this respect, he is just like his father. No matter how tense things get, he can switch gears instantly when it comes to eating.

According to Aaron's speculation, this seems to be a safe word used by parents when they argue, originally intended to prevent their growing son from going hungry.

As a result, they didn't even think about this when they started arguing. It wasn't until Aaron grew up and started saying he was hungry that things calmed down a bit.

Sigh, thinking about it this way, could my own mother be unreliable too?

Aaron suddenly felt a terrible dread clinging to his spine.

No, no, you shouldn't do that!

Meanwhile, back at the Temple of Apollo in Macedonia, Erda was behind a curtain, gulping down fine wine and enjoying a massage from her maids.

I wonder how my son looks now. Is he turning 18 this year or next?

Never mind, she'll leave when her son is old enough to cry for food. That idiot Anda isn't so stupid as to be unable to support a child.

How is that fool who has been haunting us for a thousand years, insisting that their son is the hope to save humanity, doing now?

Once her son reaches adulthood, she will travel south to bring him back.

She could sense Aaron's presence in the unseen realm.

This is not within the subspace that Anda mentioned, but rather a connection unique to the mother and son.

(Note: When Eribus finds Ilda in the future, he is shocked that Ilda's power can be released without going through the warp.)

Aaron, who dared not think too much about whether his mother was as unreliable as his father, decided to ask Marum some questions before he left.

He was worried that Luo Jia might have gone too far. Why did he have to test Irebas?

If you suspect he has some ulterior motive, why not take action against him instead of granting him military power?

Aaron ate the Egyptian grilled fish with gusto. The fish here wasn't particularly fresh, but it was very flavorful with spices, making it taste quite good.

"Marum, I have some questions for you. If I were a general, and I had a very capable subordinate, but I felt he was disloyal, and he asked me for command of an independent unit, should I grant him that?"

“You are the ones who lead troops into battle, you should have experience.”

Marum paused his pretentious act of eating fish; the topic was somewhat sensitive.

He suddenly realized that the soil on the ground wasn't inedible, so why should he stay with Aaron and eat fish?

Is this the emperor's first son alluding to his father's Astartes?

It's no wonder Marum was worried, because after his father's return, the Astartes brothers' dispute over the Holy Scriptures became quite heated.

After all, the pain the Great Rebellion brought to the Empire was too severe, and Marum, as a Space Marine, found it difficult to answer questions regarding the division of military power.

"I'm sorry, Aaron, I can't answer your question."

Marum decided to offer a sincere apology, and he could have easily recounted many examples from Ottara's cultural repertoire as evidence.

However, he was not qualified to guide the emperor's eldest son, fearing it would introduce incorrect ideas.

After all, the Firstborn would encounter other Primarchs in his dreams, and he would know more or less where some of the Primarchs’ prejudices against his father came from during the Great Crusade.

Aaron could only sigh and pat Marum on the shoulder:

"Sigh, never mind, you're not like that old man. He knows everything, but he just won't tell me. You're more honest. Be careful when you go out tonight. Although I think no one can stand up to a Heavenly Palace Guardian like you, you still need to avoid making a mistake."

"Even the most powerful hero will find it difficult to escape once he falls into a trap."

Marum bowed respectfully, listening attentively to His Highness's instructions.

Anda lay alone in the tent, holding a grilled fish in one hand; his throat muscles were strong enough to ignore the fish bones.

He stared blankly into the void, his pupils radiating endless golden light.

Somewhere in the warp where the current timeline is anchored, a Tzeentch demon, Bileny, pieced together from Komodo dragons, is painting himself with red blood, then donning lion mane ornaments to disguise himself as Sekhmet.

Bileni gazed upon the blessed mortal, Erste.

"Troublesome, troublesome. Why do I have to pretend to be one of those brainless idiots who just hack and slash all day? Sigh, my lord won't let me think about the future, but instead makes me go to such lengths to deal with a weak monkey psionicist."

Bileni glanced at Anda, who was slacking off. He was plain-looking and not particularly handsome.

It recalled the scene before it was sent here, inside the great Tzeentch Palace, at the top of the silver tower, where the great Colossus gave the order.

"You, go and kill the Emperor."

It's pointless. These mere monkeys call themselves emperors, yet this weak race hasn't even managed to escape their home planet.

How powerful can the emperor of monkeys be?

But why doesn't the Lord of All Changes allow himself to know about the future?

They even had to give it a different disguise so that its true identity wouldn't be revealed.

It cannot appear at any later point in time; its time is locked by Tzeentch himself, and it can only move forward step by step within this calendar.

Chapter 28 A Letter to His Brother, Guilliman and Loga

In the afternoon, Aaron found their family's belongings, those "His Majesty's possessions" that Marum cherished, and then, using the craftsmanship Marum had taught him, he crafted a recliner.

He lay there smugly, waiting for the day to end.

You can lie on it and enjoy the cool air after the sun sets; it's wonderful.

Aaron was unaware that he was somewhat lazy; he seemed to do nothing but eat and sleep, showing no talent whatsoever as a son of Zeus.

After all, Hercules was able to strangle the giant serpent right after he was born, and aside from being handsome, he had no other advantages.

Oh, being handsome isn't an option.

People often feel like an annoying brat when their father is around.

In Thebes, it was one thing for girls her age to ask about her father's preferences, but her female playmates would also subtly probe and jokingly inquire about what the old man liked.

That donkey, a donkey that still has no name, licks its tongue and flicks it in its own face from time to time.

Ever since the donkey discovered that it could bully Marum at will and the latter would not fight back, it developed some strange habits.

Aaron parted the donkey's tongue and counted on his fingers:

"Our family now consists of Father, Mother, me, Marum, and you. You're the fifth one, so from now on we'll call you Fifth."

The fifth one didn't speak, because it was just a donkey, not some fast-running prairie horse.

Aaron got excited: "It's decided then. From now on, you'll be the fifth one. Otherwise, we won't know your name every time we call you."

The fifth horse grunted a few times, then turned to look at the several magnificent mares with smooth, supple coats and fur beside it, and approached them.

Aaron cursed under his breath, "Hey, what's going on? I'm naming you!"

Now things are really going to get complicated. Marum is going to leave to gather intelligence before sunset, and the fifth brother, who loves beauty, won't have time to take care of himself.

The old man was lying in the tent, doing who-knows-what.

He was really bored, and to make matters worse, he couldn't fall asleep at this time, so he couldn't go to his younger brother to build a relationship.

Aaron got up from the deck chair and started rummaging through his father's tools.

The molds, levers, and urns used for firing clay slabs.

"I wonder if I've ever used this thing as a chamber pot before," Aaron thought to himself, as he poured in water and started mixing the mud.

Carving characters on clay tablets is a delicate task.

If the clay is too wet, the writing will not be clear; if it is too dry, it will crack, resulting in many cracks after firing.

However, having watched his father make clay slabs since he was a child, Aaron was quite skilled at it.

After all, this was the only skill his father taught him.

The fact that a blacksmith had to resort to making money by firing clay slabs shows that his craft was actually quite good.

Of course, Aaron thought that it was all because those noblewomen were patronizing the business. After all, some sweet nothings were too cheesy to say aloud, so they were written on papyrus and had their father carve them onto clay tablets by hand.

Aaron had never seen his father blush when he carved those love words; the old man seemed to have no feelings at all.