Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Katherine was someone he could communicate with smoothly.

If he could get her help to convince Peturabo to believe him, it would save him a lot of trouble.

He cautiously glanced back; Peturabo hadn't noticed him yet.

He then put down his shield, took off his helmet, and sat down on a stool on one side of the room.

“If the myth is true, then Hermes and I are brothers. Of course, so are Perturabo, who is my younger brother.”

Aaron began to speak, his expression sincere.

Before he could reveal the truth that his so-called God-King father would be coming to take Perturabo away in a few years, Katherine exclaimed and stood up, rushing to Aaron to examine him closely:

“I always said that Perturabo must be a mythical hero, and my good brother was destined for greatness. But he was too fragile, always feeling that he needed others’ validation and respect to demonstrate his achievements.”

"He felt that people didn't respect him and that nobody loved him. Actually, people were just afraid of him. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of a big guy with a gloomy face in front of them?"

Katherine was even more talkative than Aaron himself, her face almost touching Aaron's, her eyes practically scanning him up to see what kind of person this "brother's brother" really was.

This was the first time Aaron had been so close to a woman his own age, and he became quite flustered, quickly changing the subject:

"You mean, Peturabo feels he deserves respect, and people do respect him for it. But he also feels that people fear him?"

Aaron's concern for his younger brother's mental health issues allows him to act like a super straight man, with his only thought being to prevent his brothers from getting into trouble.

He roughly knew what the root cause would be if Peturabo caused trouble in the future.

Katherine could sense Aaron's concern for Perturabo, and her gaze softened with a touch of melancholy. She sat down gracefully on one side of the stool and sighed:

“I can recognize this problem, but my father can’t. My father will not admit that his proudest son is psychologically fragile and cares about what others think.”

"This exacerbated Peturabo's problems, and I could only try my best to comfort him."

Two people concerned about their younger brother's mental health sat together and, after finding common ground, began to talk about everything.

To Aaron's surprise, the two looked remarkably alike.

They were all raised by an autocratic father and lacked the role of a mother during their upbringing.

Even so, their personalities remained consistent, and they did not become tyrannical or barbaric.

Rather than discussing how to make Peturabo feel loved, Aaron and Katherine seemed to be using this opportunity to meet a close friend with whom they could form a deep bond for the first time.

The two men sat closer and closer, complaining about their fathers.

“I can’t beat my father. He said that even if all twenty-odd brothers attacked him together, he would still be able to pin them to the ground. But in my time, my father was still an ordinary man, so I came to the time when my younger brothers were growing up, so that they would remember to beat him up whenever they saw him.”

Aaron eagerly shared his views on his father.

Katherine, as if she had seen something new and exciting, exclaimed excitedly:

"So time has no meaning for you gods? You can travel to any point in time at will. How interesting. How wonderful it would be if I could see Xiao Pei achieving great things in the future."

“Alas,” the girl’s face turned sorrowful again, “I am not like you, who have the strong will to rebel against my father. I can only be a mediator in the middle, and I cannot resolutely help Xiao Pei.”

Aaron said with concern, “A mediator is always easily misunderstood by both sides. I think you should encourage our brother to beat up your father as soon as possible. I can understand the indispensability of an arbitrary ruler during a war of unification.”

"But when a good life is right in front of us, it's time for the fathers to become kinder and not leave their sons with so many psychological shadows."

Katherine burst into laughter at these words, put her arm around Aaron's shoulder, and couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, hahaha—I'm sorry, what you said is too funny. The kindness of the older generation? I really find it hard to imagine Xiao Pei and her father sitting quietly together in a scene of fatherly love and filial piety."

“I don’t have that kind of courage, but if you were to guide Xiao Pei, I believe he would become an excellent ruler.”

The next moment, there was a knock on Katherine's door, and Peturabo's voice came from outside. The Primarch was knocking on the door with his body bent down.

"Sister, many noble ladies need your attention. Rest assured, all the men who come to pursue you have been scared away by me. Father can't do anything about it either."

"I'm waiting in the square—wait, who's inside the building!"

The Primarch heard a second heartbeat, as well as Katherine's somewhat rapid heartbeat; they must have encountered danger!

He didn't care anymore and smashed the door open with his fist. He saw Katherine sitting with that hateful bald man, their arms around each other.

The scene of my sister laughing heartily at the bald man.

Although it looks like the older sister is hugging the younger brother, especially since Aaron is in such an awkward and shy posture.

But in Peturabo's eyes, this was Aaron's ulterior motive—to gain his sister's attention and steal his family away!

"Ah—how dare you do this!"

Peturabo charged in a rage, smashing Aaron's head into the wall with a single punch, and Aaron's body disappeared.

In the instant Aaron vanished, he regretted only that he had taken off his helmet and shield.

Women, oh women! They were indeed dangerous, making him lower his guard!

Fortunately, I disappeared instantly after being hit, instead of exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Otherwise, that girl would have been terrified.

In Katherine's room, the young girl stared blankly at the scene unfolding before her.

Then she couldn't help but cover her face and lower her head:

"Oh no, with this commotion, everyone will know that a man entered my room, you were furious because of it, and now you haven't even caught him."

The anger on Peturabo's face had not yet subsided:

"Katherine, no one in your family dares to speak ill of you!"

"No matter how many times that bald guy shows up, I will smash him to pieces!"

Katherine, looking utterly exhausted and dejected, waved her hand and said:

“I think next time you should at least let me talk to Aaron more. He said he is your brother, and after a while your father, the king of the gods, will come to take you away. Just like in the myth, Hermes is the messenger of the king of the gods and also your brother.”

"Also, don't enter my room without permission!"

Peturabo remained dazed, kneeling halfway in his sister's room.

What... what kind of situation is this?!

Sister, you're lecturing me because of a bald guy I've only met a few times!

This is impossible!

Peturabo, well-versed in classic literature, naturally understands his sister's current state of mind.

That wretched bald guy, he's here to steal my heart!

Chapter 82 Noble Phantasm against Perturabo: Neck-protecting collar (3K)

"This child might have hysteria; he keeps shaking his head even when he's asleep."

Anda watched his son, who was lying on the bed swaying from side to side, and tentatively touched his forehead.

"He's alright, no fever. Actually, I realized from when he was little that Aaron would never get sick, so my way of taking care of my son is inevitably a bit rough."

Perhaps it was only when her son was still asleep that Anda could utter some words of self-reflection.

Marum had packed his bags, and they were ready to begin their journey for the new day.

While following the Pharaoh's procession meant not having to worry about basic necessities, the pace of travel was far too slow.

Ideally, the vanguard should move first, and the rest should follow.

However, in reality, they hadn't even taken a few steps forward, and were just getting started when they had to cook lunch.

It was too hot to walk very far in the afternoon, and then it got late.

This slow-paced life was so boring that Anda even wanted Marum to send them all back to Yunu, and then calculate the time so that the Pharaoh's army would be close to Debeth, and they could catch up.

Anda could imagine that Horus, who would fight against him in this era, was on the Pharaoh, and he still had to endure the boring life with a dark face.

Every now and then I wonder, if I could simply unleash my psionic energy and wipe out everyone here, would I be able to prevent the Pharaoh from transforming into a conceptual Horus and fighting me?

This idea was obviously too dark, and now he had asked almost the same questions to the craftsmen around him.

If they want to find some more fun, they can only try to find something from their son.

Aaron woke up groggily, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, watched as the tent was dismantled, and then leaned against Lao Wu's neck, rubbing against him.

Anda walked on the other side and glanced at her listless son:

"Weren't the shield and helmet used?"

Aaron yawned, his mind filled with drowsiness, but not in the dream. Rather, it was because his soul, if that was the right word, was feeling extremely exhausted after being killed by Xiao Pei five times in a row.

I need to get a good rest.

"Don't even mention it, Father. I was prepared, but then I met Peturabo's sister. You can't exactly go into a girl's room wearing a helmet and carrying a ridiculous shield, can you?"

Anda caught a sensitive word: "Petulabo's foster sister? How old is she?"

A raging fire ignited in the old father's heart.

Aaron was so tired that he simply climbed onto the fifth brother's back:

"Haha—I don't know her exact age, but she should only be a little older than me. She has beautiful eyes, very much like my mother's. But overall, she's definitely not as beautiful as my mother."

Anda was furious: "Did you say those things in front of that girl?!"

Aaron turned his head and shifted to a more comfortable position:

"I'm not lying, we actually had a great chat. Then Xiao Pei suddenly appeared and slammed me into the wall. I can't take it anymore, I need to doze off for a bit more, I'm just too sleepy. Luckily, I told Katherine some crucial information before I disappeared."

"Hopefully she can tell Xiao Pei, by the way, it sounds like Xiao Pei's adoptive father is just as much of a scoundrel as you—a real jerk, haha."

Aaron fell into a deep sleep; thankfully, he didn't snore, and it wasn't too loud.

Although the fifth brother is old, he can still carry someone on his back, so he won't collapse to the ground.

Otherwise, I might really have to consider selling this donkey.

"Katherine, that name sounds familiar, but I can't quite remember it. Perhaps we should speed up the process of selecting combat nuns for the nation."

Anda pondered, his eyes gleaming with profound wisdom.

Marum was moved by His Majesty's expression and asked excitedly:

“Master, you truly have Aaron’s best interests at heart.”

Anda waved his hand casually and said: