Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Ah, this is where you work?"

A cheerful young man wearing a mask rushed past in the corridor. Behind him was a giant in simple clothes with a helpless expression: "Well...well, yes, this is where I work."

The sentries standing guard on both sides of the corridor watched them pass by, trying not to let their eyes fall on the Primarch, and reciting the Emperor's Prayer with great devotion to prevent themselves from thinking about where the child came from and why.

wear a mask.

"really not bad!"

The young man stopped: "Have I ever been here before in my memory...? I can't even remember, Guilliman. What did I do before?"

It’s nothing, you just betrayed after becoming Warmaster and then caused the entire empire to fall apart and crippled our father with your own hands, leading to the death or disappearance of several brothers and the death of hundreds of billions of people...

That's all.

Guilliman smiled: "You have done many great things before."

"Really?" Little Horus tilted his head in confusion. "I don't remember... I mean, I only remember a small part of it."

Guilliman walked up behind him, opened the door leading to his own lounge, and asked gently: "Really? What do you remember?"

"...It's all intermittent images."

Little Horus walked into the lounge, took off his mask and took a breath: "I led a group of people to fight some monsters... Is that really me? There are still some fragmented emotions, regret,

Pity......"

He frowned, obviously trying hard to find words.

After a long while, he said seriously: "The most important thing among them is not an emotion, but an impulse that I don't know how to describe."

"What impulse?" Guilliman asked still gently.

"I want to...give up?"

After thinking hard for a while, he said this and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, give up. I want to give up everything, as if living is a burden to me... But I don't know why, I didn't do that."

Little Horus raised his hands and stared at his palms: "This is strange. I feel like that person is not me, but he... seems to be me. Have I done many bad things before?"

Guilliman looked at him, with some pity in his eyes that he didn't even know he had.

He had not forgiven Horus - he could not have forgiven Horus, indeed, anyone with even the slightest knowledge of the history of the Empire could.

However, this child had nothing in common with Horus. Apart from his immature face and similar names, they were completely two different people.

"Maybe." Guilliman gave an ambiguous answer. "The past is in the past, and the most important thing is the present... What do you think?"

"I don't know." Little Horus answered honestly.

Guilliman smiled casually and didn't say much. Instead, he threw him a small educational toy and sat behind the table in the lounge to start working on the documents.

Magical practice was temporarily suspended, and the Emperor pulled the wizard into the warp - Guilliman did not intend to ask what they were going to do. For him, as long as he could no longer be slapped on the back of the head with psychic powers, he was asked to do it

whatever.

Therefore, he agreed to help the Emperor temporarily guard young Horus for a period of time.

At first, Guilliman thought he would be impatient, but he was not. He could never connect this boy with the Horus he remembered, but he also had many feelings of déjà vu because of the similar face.

But no matter how he said it...he knew that little Horus was now a brand new person.

He would not forgive Horus, but he would not be angry with a mentally retarded child just because of this.

Time passed quickly while processing the documents. Not long after, the wall clock hanging on the wall of the lounge rang six times. This meant that it was dinner time. Guilliman stood up and sighed.

Documents were always delivered one after another. He didn't like dealing with government affairs, but from handling government affairs, he could clearly see that an empire was slowly recovering. This made the boring work more interesting.

.

The documents sent are no longer mostly applications to mobilize the military, but are mixed with many transfers related to people's livelihood.

For example, the newly born Terra plans to build 23 new crop cultivation bases. The crop seeds born on the Revenge production front will allow Terrans to eat fresh, natural vegetables... In the past,

This is something I dare not even think about.

Guilliman's attitude towards this was to allow it and to build some more. Although Terra had recovered a lot after experiencing that crisis, the resource problem had not kept up.

For a long time, it was even necessary to bring food from other planets. Furthermore, if there was an opportunity for people to eat decent food, why would Guilliman say no?

He himself had eaten synthetic food and knew that it could not provide any nutrition at all except starvation.

"Come on, Horus...it's dinner time. What would you like to eat?"

"...I don't know?" Little Horus said in confusion. "Is there anything delicious?"

Guilliman laughed: "Yes, there are many. Well, for a child of your age, a mutton chop is a good choice. Ah, thanks to He's Revenge, we already have sheep to eat.

Yes. In the past, this was something that would have been unthinkable."

"What is a sheep?"

"It's an animal that bleats."

"What color is it?"

"There is white and there is black."

Horus suddenly stopped and frowned seriously. Guilliman looked down in confusion and found that his expression was gradually becoming unfamiliar—no, becoming familiar.

The echoes of the old ones are back.

"The world is like this... there is white and black? Then what color are we?" Horus whispered.

However, after a brief pause, he returned to normal, raised his head in confusion, looked at Guilliman who had stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Guilliman shook his head and led him towards the dining room: "Nothing, kid. The lamb chops must be paired with some staple food, otherwise you may not be full. What do you think of the rice?"

"I have not tried."

"It's delicious, believe me. Oh, you're too young to drink wine... just yogurt. It's sweet and tastes good."

The regent led him forward and put on the mask for him. The sentries on both sides of the corridor heard this conversation and saw this action, and their expressions couldn't help but become even stiffer - the next day, Guilliman

He learned a piece of gossip from his chapter leader that almost made him fall off his chair.

"Who said that the child is me and Yin Fuleni——!" He was furious and stopped mid-sentence. "Find it out!"

Marius tried hard to keep his expression calm: "As you command, original body."