Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"It wasn't before, but it is now."

Fortunately, Saphir was relatively young and could only be Rogal Dorn's sister.

"You are from Terra. Are Caliphony and Perturabo also Terrans?"

"They are Olympians."

Saphir tilted his head slightly in confusion, "Why are you able to visit so many worlds?"

Wop had a gentle smile on his face. "I'm here to find the Primarch. Wherever the Primarch is, I'll be there."

While Wop and Sapphire were having a seemingly casual conversation, the girl was actually testing Wop, trying to get him to talk by using small talk.

Wop saw it, but he didn't care; he had nothing to hide.

On the contrary, Sapphire behaved very strangely.

Dorne and his son were both experienced warriors, but it was obviously unreasonable for them to take their young granddaughter with them into the dangerous snow and ice.

This is not an outing, and any extra burden may endanger the lives of the entire team.

This also implies Saphir's special status among them. She is by no means a burden, and may even be the core of the team.

An ordinary little girl is obviously not qualified to be the core unless she has some extraordinary talent.

For example, psychics.

If Saphir is a psyker, her psyker powers could indeed shield others from a deadly blizzard.

But Dorn deliberately concealed Sapphire's specialness and arranged for her to serve Wop. His purpose was self-evident.

This is understandable. If it were Wop, he would also be wary of strangers who suddenly appear.

What's more, the timing of Wop's appearance was too coincidental.

Just at the critical moment of the war between Clan Dorne and Clan Lann, a stranger of unknown origin appeared on the ice field with a baby, met the patriarch of Clan Dorne by chance, and was taken back to the ice nest of Clan Dorne. It is hard not to doubt his identity.

Although Saphir is only an eleven-year-old girl, as Dorne's granddaughter, Saphir is not as innocent as she seems.

The Dorne clan is an ice caste, and both men and women must undergo rigorous military training from a young age. Anyone who is too naive will be eliminated, even if they are Dorne's granddaughter.

Although Dorne left, and although nominally to deal with tribal affairs, he might have been eavesdropping.

There might be three hundred swordsmen and axemen hiding outside the door, ready to break in at the command.

"He seems to be awake." Saphir's voice was low.

When Wop heard this, he turned around and saw Rog Dorn lying quietly in the quilt, staring at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes.

Wop wrapped the baby in a blanket and gently held him in his arms.

Rog Dorn was surprisingly cooperative. He didn't cry or struggle, but just observed everything around him with eyes full of curiosity.

Worp held him steady with both hands, his tone very serious, "From now on, your name is Rogal Dorn, and I will be your father."

Wop gently turned the baby's face towards Sapphire. "This is Sapphire, your sister. Remember?"

Rogal Dorn blinked, seemingly digesting the information.

His eyes moved back and forth between Wop and Sapphire, finally settling on Wop's face, and he uttered a yelp.

Safire said in surprise, "He seemed to understand."

Wop: "This is the Primarch. He can become an adult at six months old and unify the world at three years old."

Saphir couldn't help but reach out and touch the baby's cheek. Rog Dorn immediately turned to her and babbled, "Hehe..."

"It's my sister!" Safir immediately corrected him with a stern face.

Rog Dorn also carefully corrected his pronunciation, "Hehehehe... Jie... Sister..."

He fixed his gaze on Wop's face again, opened his little mouth and uttered a clear syllable: "baba."

……

"Did he really come for this child?" Old Dorn murmured to himself. "Why did he name this child Rogal Dorn?"

Probus: "Maybe to please us?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in old Dorne's eyes. If Probus only had such shallow wisdom, how could he lead the Dorne clan in the future?

Probus asked cautiously, "Father, he claims to be from Terra, but Terra lost contact with us thousands of years ago, and the orbital defense array didn't issue any warning. Do you really believe what he said?"

Invert's political system is very special.

Each icehive is a highly autonomous political entity, controlled by the Ice Caste clan that rules the icehive.

The Ice Caste clans of hundreds of hive cities form a loose alliance through the Invert Imperial Council to jointly manage the affairs of the orbital fleet and vassal worlds.

The Ice Caste's influence is not limited to Invit. Their members not only serve in the orbital fleet, but also serve as rulers of vassal worlds.

However, the expansion of the Invert Empire did not change the basic political structure of Invert. Each ice nest still maintained a high degree of independence, and the disputes between clans never stopped.

This was the way of life their ancestors had chosen, a way they hoped would preserve their spirits and prevent them from falling into depravity.

No Ice Caste is willing to submit to the rule of other clans. The cost of unifying Invit is too high for any clan to afford.

Clan co-governance is the result of compromise among all parties, but this governance model is not without precedent in human history.

It is said that during the first period of human interstellar expansion, the various countries on Earth were unable to achieve unification, but instead cooperated through the form of a joint government.

As time went on, the human civilization of the Golden Age had developed into an interstellar federation spanning the galaxy. The concept of nation had long since disappeared, but each world still maintained a high degree of autonomy.

Humanity has never truly been unified.

Old Dorn asked his son, "Why did we venture out of the Icebrood?"

Probus: "In order to track the falling meteorite, according to the orbital defense array's calculations, it is definitely not a natural celestial body and is likely related to the warp."

Old Dorn nodded. "That's a landing capsule. Perhaps that's how they came to Invert."

Probus frowned. "But he claimed to be here for that child. If that child came to Invit in a landing capsule, where did he come from?"

Old Dorne: "It doesn't matter. When I told him that the Dorne clan was facing extinction, he believed it."

It is true that Clan Dorne has offended many people, but the threat of genocide is completely exaggerated.

As one of the most powerful clans in Invert, they rule over more than one Icebrood.

These ice nests were taken from other ice castes, so they were lucky enough not to destroy other clans.

The Lann clan did launch a war and did receive tacit support from other clans, but their sole purpose was to seize an ice nest and secure a seat in the council.

Old Dorn deliberately exaggerated the facts just to see Wop's reaction, and Wop's reaction was indeed very real.

He was very confident and seemed unafraid of any danger.

But he really knew nothing about the political landscape of Inverte.

If he was acting, then his acting skills were indeed superb.

Probus: "But he could also be acting."

"Whatever the truth is, it no longer matters." Old Dorn shook his head slowly. "If they truly are from Terra, Invert is destined to be unable to remain unaffected by the coming changes."

"Even if they're not from Terra, there's no harm in accepting them."

Probus lowered his voice and said, "Father, do you really believe in Saphir's prophecies?"

"We've all seen her power, so why should we doubt it?"

"But she's just a child, and the prophecy may not come true!"

"The children of Clan Dorne are also powerful warriors," Old Dorne replied calmly. "The world that gave birth to us taught us to never let our guard down. The price of weakness is death."

"If we are too weak to accept reality, Clan Dorne may really face a catastrophe."

"We established the Invert Empire in the star cluster, but compared to the vastness of the galaxy, our empire is just a drop in the ocean."

"I believe there are many empires like ours in the galaxy. Why can't one of them give rise to a regime capable of unifying humanity again?"

Probus fell silent, but his brow was still furrowed.

Old Dorn spoke slowly: "Probus, do you know why we can conquer other worlds?"

Probus answered without hesitation: "Because we have a powerful fleet."

Old Dorn chuckled and shook his head, "It's because our civilization has never been interrupted."

……

Walking on the covered bridge of the Ice Nest, Wop couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Even among all the human worlds in the galaxy, Invit is one of the worlds with the best-preserved civilization!"

If we only compare with the home planets of other Primarchs, Invit is far ahead.

Invit is not a single world, but a pocket empire with Invit as its core, which has its own space fleet and rules the entire star cluster.

The only two that come close are Macragge and Kiavar. Macragge maintains a tenuous connection with the surrounding worlds via sublight-speed ships, while Kiavar trades with the surrounding worlds via superlight-speed ships.

But none of them can compare to Invert's pocket empire, an achievement that no other Primarch's home planet has been able to achieve!

The other Primarchs inherited city-states, tribes, gangs, and knightly orders, but Rogal Dorn was the only one born in Rome.

Although the surface of Invert is very barren and the living environment is harsh, there are no precious resources to be mined.

But the hundreds of ice nests underground are very habitable. These cities deep in the ice shelter hundreds of millions of people and always maintain the technological level inherited from the Golden Age.

"You're so lucky."

Wop gazed down at the baby in his arms and gently stroked his tender cheek.

No matter how hard the stone is, its face is soft when it is young.

Wop looked up at the towering dome of the Ice Nest. The light of the lumen lamps flowed between the metal bridges, reflecting the grandeur of this underground city.

The ice nest is several kilometers deep underground, but it is not an inverted pyramid structure placed underground. Instead, the entire nest is buried vertically underground.

The city's layout is the same as a regular hive, with the base nest at the bottom and the spire at the top.

The highest spire is connected to the elevator leading to the surface, and its top protrudes from the ice field, which is the only portal between the surface and the underground world.

Standing on the edge of the covered bridge, Wop looked down and asked thoughtfully, "Does your bottom nest have people living in it?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Saphir's eyes. "Can people live in a place like the Bottom Nest?"

Wop smiled and said, "That's true."

Unlike the hive cities of Nostramo that are packed with tens of billions of people, the population of Invit's ice nest is relatively sparse, far from reaching its carrying capacity limit, which also allows the Invit people to maintain an extremely high standard of living.

Beneath the surface of the ice and snow world lies a highly developed level of technology, and clan disputes cannot conceal the fact that Invert is an interstellar empire.

Even without the Phalanx, Invert's fleet strength cannot be underestimated.

If the Empire wants to attack the Invert Empire, it will probably have to pay a heavy price.

But what if it wasn't the Empire that found Invert first?

Wop murmured, "I hope there won't be any accidents."

Volkan had a dragon mother, but fortunately Wop saved the dragon mother and avoided a possible tragedy.

Then Invert may also be invaded by the greenskins. If the Mountain Array is lost, it will be a lot of fun.

Wop suddenly felt a warm and sticky wetness on his chest. He looked down and saw that Rog Dorn had fallen into a deep sleep again. Crystal clear saliva was sliding down the corners of his mouth, wetting his clothes.

Wop sighed and wiped the saliva from the baby's lips with his sleeve. "You really are such a worry! Can't you learn from Perturabo? Look how sensible he is!"

The baby in his arms seemed to understand his rebuke and wrinkled its nose in dissatisfaction in its sleep, as if in protest.

Then he changed to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep soundly.

……

"Abo, the mentor is missing!"

Culliphany hurried into the study, her skirt in hand. Her eyes, usually filled with smiles, were now filled with panic. "I've searched the entire West Tower and asked all the servants, but no one has seen him."

Perturabo put down his pen and rubbed his cheek before standing up from the desk covered with blueprints. "Calm down, sister. He's not missing. He's just gone to look for my lost brother."

Caliphonie: "How do you know?"

"I just knew that, just like he found me, he would be there for us when we needed him."

Caliphonie was worried, "But...what if he doesn't come back?"

Perturabo: "Since he left me, it proves that my brother needs him more than I do. Perhaps he will return tomorrow. There is nothing to worry about."