Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 113 The Troubles of Young Robert

"The Troubles of Young Robert?"

In Connor's mansion, Zhou Yun pushed open the door and entered Robert Guilliman's private room.

Robert Guilliman, the man who would one day rule Alteramar and even the entire galaxy, the biggest winner and loser of the Horus Rebellion, was leaning against the window, looking at the garden outside with a troubled expression. His fingers were digging into the windowpane, and the sand and stone walls were slowly worn away by his fingertips.

It's hard to imagine that Robert Guilliman, who didn't break down even after losing two emperors on the final day of the Siege of Terra, would show such a gloomy expression befitting his age.

"Father told Mrs. Euton everything we did last night."

Mrs. Euton thought we were taking too much of a risk and gave me a severe scolding.

Robert Guilliman looked up from the view outside the window and turned to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but scratch his head, feeling that Mrs. Eudon was about to come knocking on his door.

He wasn't worried about Mrs. Euton's scolding or anything... he was worried that Mrs. Euton would tell Tita on him.

"Don't worry, I didn't betray you. I said I coerced you into coming with me." Robert Guilliman waved his hand at Zhou Yun, indicating that Zhou Yun shouldn't worry.

"Good brother." Zhou Yun gave Guilliman a thumbs up.

Guilliman smiled.

The two suddenly developed a bond like that of accomplices.

Robert walked down from the window, went to the table in the middle of the room, and sat on the sofa. Zhou Yun sat opposite him.

"Actually, I have something to do tonight, and I'd like you to come with me," Zhou Yun said, looking at Robert.

Zhou Yun planned to visit Tatius, the high priest of the Church of Simeneta, tonight.

The Cursed One... The High Priest is searching for the Cursed One, following Simeneta's orders.

This title is what the demons in the warp call the emperor.

more importantly...

Zhou Yun felt the slight pulsation of faith within his body.

That was a wisp of faith from the Slaanesh realm, the most powerful faith Zhou Yun had ever obtained.

When that faith prayed to him, it spoke of "the cursed one".

That is the faith from Simeneta.

"Tonight?" Robert Guilliman's face showed a hint of annoyance. "Mrs. Euton has imposed a curfew on me; I must be home by 10 p.m.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun almost laughed.

Perhaps only Mrs. Yoton in the whole world could treat a Primarch like a child.

"There's nothing I can do, Quintus ran away. Mrs. Yotton is worried that he might hurt me. But don't worry, I'll sneak out tonight, but we have to be quick and come back quickly, and be careful not to be discovered by Mrs. Yotton."

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"...Quentas ran away?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.

Quintus Guilliman, the eldest son of Marcus Guilliman and a follower of Slaanesh, was the one who leaked Guilliman's information.

Last night, Guilliman punched him unconscious, and he was taken away by the city guards. How could he have escaped?

Zhou Yun recalled the riot that broke out among the city guards last night.

"He woke up halfway and snapped the necks of two city guards with his bare hands, fought his way out of the city guards, and escaped into the city under the cover of night. Now the city guards are searching for him."

Is this a Slaanesh follower or a Khorne follower?

Quintas did not hold a high position among the Slaanesh cultists, but Zhou Yun was a vigilant person and would certainly not let him escape so easily.

Zhou Yun wasn't worried about him coming after him and Guilliman; what worried him was him going after Tita and Mrs. Euton.

He needs to find a way to get him out...

"Little Ji, I'm going to teach you a new psionic technique today."

"Ta-da! Emperor Tarot!"

Zhou Yun took out his stack of Emperor Tarot cards from his pocket.

Zhou Yun had previously promised Guilliman that he would teach Guilliman psionic techniques.

As for the psychic abilities of precognition, Zhou Yun had been hesitant about whether or not to hand them over to Guilliman.

After all, just look at the Eldar to see what the outcome of a wildly unfounded prediction might be.

But the Emperor Tarot is different. This tarot divination method, which is said to be linked to the will of the Emperor, is one of the few reliable divination techniques in the entire galaxy.

Robert Guilliman looked at the tarot deck with a slightly curious expression.

"It looks a bit like some kind of street superstition," he said.

On the streets of Makurag, tarot readers are everywhere, each claiming that their tarot skills come from an ancient tradition dating back to the time of the King of Wizardry.

"Don't compare our great Imperial Tarot with those street fortune tellers whose IQs are no higher than a Border Collie."

"Come on, think about how you want to know Quintus's location, and draw four cards from there."

"Is it that simple?" Guilliman was a little confused.

"It's that simple," Zhou Yun said with a smile.

The reliability of Emperor Tarot lies in this: there are no mystical rituals. Shuffling, drawing, and interpreting the cards are all handled by Emperor.

Robert Guilliman drew the first card.

The card depicts a knight, covered in jet-black armor, wielding a similarly black longsword, with only the laurel wreath on his forehead shimmering with the gold of the sun.

As Guilliman looked at the card, he felt as if he could see the knight gazing at him, and from the knight's eyes, Guilliman perceived something far beyond what the image could convey.

He saw the knight forge himself into a blade, fight for those powerless to protect themselves, step forward, shoulder the burden, abandon everything, return to nothingness, leaving only a black sword, vowing to annihilate them all.

"The champion symbolizes an impending duel," Zhou Yun said, looking at the cards in Guilliman's hand.

The duel begins... Guilliman draws his second card.

The card depicts a burning battlefield, but the thousands of troops and towering war machines are not the main characters of this war. The only protagonists are the two demigods fighting in the center of the battlefield.

One of them had white hair that looked like it was woven from silver threads, wore luxurious purple and gold armor, and wielded a twisted sword blade as he slashed down.

The other had hands that looked like they were cast from flowing silver, wore rough and simple armor, and held a flaming longsword to defend himself.

Although it was a static pattern, Guilliman saw the ending.

He saw the silver-haired demigod howl as he swung his sword, his skill so exquisite that even he standing there would have been powerless to stop him.

Then, with a single sword stroke, he beheaded the enemy.

For some reason, Guilliman felt sad.

Mourning for the man with the silver hands who died, and for the man with the silver hair who fell.

"Istvan V symbolizes a fratricidal conflict." Zhou Yun's voice rang out, and Guilliman was finally pulled out of his grief.

The phrase "fratricide" made Guilliman sigh softly.

He actually always had a sense of loneliness.

He was unique in the world; there was no one like him in Macurag; he was a man without brothers.

If he had brothers, he would hope to build a brotherhood with them, to treat each other sincerely, and never kill each other.

He would go to the peak of Hera, personally select a towering tree, cut it down, and make it into a round table, reserving a place for each of his brothers.

Guilliman drew the third card.

It was a planet where the oceans had evaporated, leaving behind a scarred landscape. Ugly cities, like scars, had sprung up wildly, completely covering the planet's surface. Billions of people crammed into narrow streets, kneeling and praying devoutly.

The name of the planet spontaneously popped into Terra Guilliman's mind.

He had read in ancient books that Terra, once called Earth, was a beautiful, crystalline world, like a jewel hanging in the void, the origin of all mankind, the cradle of human civilization, and the mother of mankind... But at the beginning of the Dark Age of Technology, that planet was bathed in the flames of war and was tragically destroyed.

"Terra means home, home, and place of belonging," Zhou Yun said.

Guilliman nodded slightly and drew the fourth card.

Robert Guilliman stared at the card, momentarily stunned.

It was a blond monarch wearing dark blue armor, holding a short sword, and with an angry expression.

That was... Robert Guilliman himself, or rather, what he looked like as an adult.

His anger was so powerful that it seemed the entire galaxy trembled at his authority.

But why did Robert Guilliman see pain in his own eyes?

"Um... Guilliman's Wrath symbolizes the punishment of order, the arrival of authority, and the wrath of the monarch," Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment before speaking.

...Take it all together, and it means, "My cousin Quintus Guilliman is coming to my house to challenge me to a duel?"

Robert Guilliman looked at the four cards in front of him with a strange expression.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shrink his neck, looking at the four cards on the table with a strange expression.

"Is that right?" Robert asked.

"That should be right," Zhou Yun nodded and said.

Quintus Guilliman isn't some kind of demon prince or Slaanesh's chosen one. Even if he were, trying to interfere with the Emperor Tarot is just wishful thinking.

Did they make a mistake in interpreting the cards?

Will Quintus Guilliman come to Connaught House to challenge Guilliman and duel him?

Is this something a person with a sound mind would do?

He's already escaped, shouldn't he hurry to the port to take a ship to Odin City, then travel overland from Odin City to Lepfiso, and then from Lepfiso to Illirium?

"Perhaps one of your brothers was accidentally caught in a warp storm, blown into the orbit of Macragge, and then free-falling, crashing right into this mansion, where he ended up in a duel with you."

Zhou Yun stroked his chin and said.

Although it sounds outrageous, similar things have happened before.

Primarch Vulcan once fell into Macragge in this manner, which led to the classic question: How many Primarchs does the Empire have?

The answer is five: Saint Gilles, Lane, Guilliman, Vulcan, and Conrad Coz.

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"...This sounds like something that would normally happen." Robert Guilliman said, shaking his head. A commotion broke out outside the window.

Zhou Yun and Guilliman exchanged a glance, and then they quickly went to the window to look outside.

They saw Quintus Guilliman, clad in full armor and wielding a power sword, having defeated his guards, standing in the garden of Connaught House.

"Robert Guilliman! Get out here!"

"I challenge you to a duel!"

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Robert Guilliman turned to look at the Emperor Tarot on the table.

His eyes held a hint of respect.