The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the banquet, Szohr walked along the famous Gold and Silver Road towards a massive opera house. It was said that this opera house was personally designed by the Imperial Regent, Malcador, and was a recreation of an ancient city from Terra that had sunk into the sea long ago. However, no one remembered the name of that city anymore. In the end, Malcador himself nominated the name of the opera house – Atlantis.

From afar, the entire Atlantis Opera House was exquisitely carved from azure and pine-green stone, resembling a coral reef rising from the rock. Entering it felt like entering a labyrinth, but no matter where the audience stood, they could perfectly appreciate the scenery on the stage.

The uneven stone steps of the seating area were layered like islands, bathed in starlight, allowing the upper class to enjoy a wonderful artistic experience and appreciate the repertoire and dramas unfolding before them.

Even from the audience seats, one could see the magnificent navigation beacon outside the theater.

It was constructed of blue alloy, with a dim light flickering faintly at the top of the beacon. Do not underestimate this device; it is an extremely rare warp guidance device of the Imperium. Although its power is not even one ten-millionth of the Astronomican, it is enough to guide the warp routes of the entire Sol System to Jupiter. More tragically, after the Great Heresy, no one knew how to build such facilities anymore.

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Today, the Atlantis Theater was very lively, as it had not hosted so many spectators in a long time. Every wall and every step was filled.

Szohr was not very interested in these opera rituals or musicals. In fact, he was more curious as to why Sylru Claremont had come to the Sol System. This female head of the Claremont Rogue Trader dynasty could be considered an acquaintance. During the Maelstrom Expedition, she assisted Veronica in many things and was one of the few who could directly access Szohr's bridge without prior notice.

Her wit, command, and cunning had left a deep impression on Szohr, and she was also very humorous, occasionally bringing Szohr some unexpected gains. Of course, with Veronica around, he wouldn't say too much to her, after all...

Soon, Sylru Claremont was summoned to Szohr's private box.

"Good afternoon, Supreme Commander Szohr~"

As she entered, Sylru Claremont, with her silver hair tied behind her head, very ladylike, pinched the edge of her skirt, with her left foot forward, curtsied and nodded. The low-cut long dress she wore was woven from delicate fabrics of ice blue and pure white, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, crystal-clear skin and half of her towering snow peaks. However, the curve from the waist began to shrink sharply, and then quickly enlarged at the hips, giving her a pear-shaped figure that made people fantasize. There was also a long opening on the side of the dress, exposing a bit of fair skin at the base of her thigh as she slightly curtsied, making people's minds wander. Coupled with her slender legs wrapped in pale blue, translucent, pearlescent silk stockings and those crystal high heels that were as cold as ice, she exuded a fiery allure in the coldness.

As this beauty, as if carved from ice crystals, bowed her head, the big white rabbits in front of her playfully swayed and swayed between her movements, almost breaking free from the tight neckline.

When this ice-carved beauty raised her head, her charming face wore a smile, coupled with the snowflake-like mechanical eye on her left, like a goddess in ice.

"We're all acquaintances, no need for so much etiquette."

Saying that, Szohr gestured to an empty chair to the side.

"Ah, don't stand, sit down."

Sylru Claremont blinked. The years of expedition seemed to have not aged her at all, almost the same as when Szohr first met her.

"Shouldn't this be Lady Veronica's seat?"

"Cough, she... she had to return to the monastery fortress for some business."

Sylru, through her long-term interactions with Veronica, should already understand the special relationship between Veronica and Szohr. Veronica had also mentioned this, but she didn't seem to care much about it, and told Szohr not to be surprised.

It seemed Veronica trusted her quite a bit.

"Then thank you, Supreme Commander."

"Haha, there's no expeditionary force anymore, you don't have to call me that."

The other party came to the chair, smoothed the skirt behind her with her hand, the tight fabric outlining a full and rounded contour, and then gently sat on the edge of the chair. That roundness also expanded slightly to both sides due to some squeezing, making the curve even more exaggerated. The whole process was also very elegant and pleasing to the eye—

Of course, Szohr certainly wouldn't deliberately look at it. He just wanted to talk to her, but as soon as the other party sat down, a refreshing fragrance mixed with a hint of coolness entered Szohr's nose, making his nose a little itchy, as if a strand of hair was teasing the tip of his nose. Then, Sylru chuckled:

"Alright, Chapter Master Szohr."

"Why did you come here?"

"Because we are Rogue Traders, isn't it normal for Rogue Traders to come to Terra? This is one of the largest commodity distribution centers in the Imperium."

"So it's for trade, then your family..."

Sylru Claremont tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her finger, then said softly:

"My younger brother has grown up and should manage some things himself. If I keep managing him, not only will my uncles and cousins be unhappy, but I'm afraid he and I won't even be able to be siblings in the end. This is the essence of power, it is difficult to be shared."

Hearing her say this, Szohr understood. Before he left, he had seen the boy named Yul Claremont once, but at that time he was no longer a boy, but an adult approaching 18 years old, so he nodded.

"You are a good sister, at least in your heart, kinship is more important than power."

"This time, it's more of a relaxing trip than trade. The last time I came to Terra was twelve years ago."

"Are you going to Terra too?"

Szohr pondered for a moment and said:

"Thank you for your support and help during the expedition. If you need any help, please feel free to ask."

Sylru Claremont blinked, then smiled and leaned to the side, towards Szohr, while placing her left leg over her right leg, revealing her perfect leg curves and tempting lace stocking tops. The skin, slightly tightened by the garter, was as tempting as an ivory treasure under the light.

"Then, if the Chapter Master doesn't mind, can I travel with you?"

At this time, an ancient war story was being performed on the stage, telling the story of a king who divided his country among his three daughters and sons-in-law, but only gave it to the eldest daughter and the second daughter, and exiled the honest, straightforward, and kind youngest daughter who did not please her father. Unexpectedly, the two eldest daughters abused their father. When the youngest daughter learned of the situation, she raised an army to attack her two sisters, but unfortunately, she was defeated, captured, and committed suicide with hatred. The king also died in grief and madness.

This story belongs to the very traditional repertoire of the Empire, which seems to evoke both hatred and self-flagellation.

In the final soaring melody of the music, Sylru moved a little closer to Szohr and softly asked:

"May I? Chapter Master Szohr."

At this distance, Szohr could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. He subconsciously shifted his butt and vaguely replied:

"Uh, of course you can."

"That's great~ By the way, why didn't Sister Viletz come?"

"She doesn't like this kind of occasion. Why did you suddenly mention her?"

"Because Lady Veronica seems to have some opinions about her."

"That's not true, there's no relationship between them..."

Sylru Claremont took out a small crystal fan, opened it, and covered her face, chuckling:

"Then, am I bothering you, Chapter Master?"

After the performance, Szohr bid farewell to Jupiter and prepared to go to Mars, the last stop before Terra. But at this time, an envoy from Terra arrived at Jupiter and announced an unexpected order to everyone—

The Mantis Warriors must remain on Jupiter, they are not allowed to go to Terra!