The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"You, you're starting to wallow in self-pity again. These past few days, you've been working non-stop, either in meetings or approving documents. I know you want to change things as quickly as possible, but this involves so many people, and humanity is such a complex and chaotic race. Don't push yourself too hard."

As she spoke, a slender hand, wrapped in snow-white ice silk, caressed Sosiang's cheek from behind.

"Rest a bit. You really don't have a moment to spare. You even had a half-hour private talk with the Legal Marshal before leaving."

Veronica, wearing a light green long dress, embraced his neck from behind.

"Now you are the central pillar of the entire Nason star system. No one is more important than you. How can you let these things bother you so much?"

After speaking, Veronica looked at the photos on the wall. She knew everything that had happened in the hive city afterward. She was also very sad. Although they were not the same race, she was now a mother, and the torture and torment of the children broke her heart. Only after becoming a parent could one understand this feeling.

Therefore, she could better understand Sosiang's feelings.

"You, in the future, you should just oversee the big picture. Leave the details to trusted people. You only need to know what you want to change, you don't need to see it all personally."

Sosiang gently grasped Veronica's hand and sighed:

"A long time ago, Rogzim told me a story he had seen, which came from a folk comedy. It said that one day a king passed by his kitchen and saw a cook sharpening a knife. Beside him was a cow tied to a post, lying on the ground and shedding tears. The king felt sorry for it and said to the cook, 'Are you going to kill this cow?' The cook said, 'Yes, this is the palace's dinner tonight.' The king then told the cook that he couldn't bear to see it trembling in fear, as if it were being sentenced to death without any crime, and asked the cook to put it back in the pen. The cook asked the king, 'Your Majesty, what will you and your family eat tonight?' The king thought for a moment and decided to tell the cook to kill a sheep instead, and then he left.

"When the king returned and told the queen about this, the queen questioned him, 'If both are being slaughtered without any crime, what is the difference between the cow and the sheep?' The king didn't know how to answer. At this time, the prince said, 'The king's reluctance is a sign of kindness, but it's still lacking a bit, because good people can't bear to see living beings die when they see them alive, and can't bear to eat their meat when they hear them cry.' So, the king only saw the cow and not the sheep. The prince said that if he became king, he would stay away from the kitchen for the rest of his life, so that he could always be a kind and good person. His answer was praised by the queen and the king, and the family happily enjoyed the cooked lamb."

Veronica lightly spat.

"Rogzim could say such a thing?"

"Ha, then you really don't understand him at all. He sees some things more clearly than anyone else, just like the people, even if they don't have much knowledge, can understand some things. Why is this comedy a comedy? Are the cows and sheep really just cows and sheep? This is not just my business, Veronica. Have you ever wondered why the legions in the expedition have such different reputations? If a person is constantly in an environment that disregards life and is comfortable with it, then no matter how good he once was, he will eventually become numb. If it develops to a more serious level, treating the slaughter of life as a trivial matter, and even disregarding human life, it will not be considered wrong. This is also the root cause of many legion tragedies. I hope the warriors can be in a better environment. I have to witness it myself first, so that I can understand and think about ways to change it."

"I didn't say to ignore it, but you really have too many things on your mind. You have to personally ask about everything. Besides making your mood worse, it doesn't necessarily make the solution more efficient, don't you think?"

Sosiang was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, you have a point."

"You are not just a chapter master now. It's not worth it to be so busy. For things like the Legal Marshal, you can let a warrior or a lieutenant communicate with him."

"I can't help it. I really have to talk to the Legal Marshal about this myself."

"Why?"

"Because I plan to take back this planet. The future penal world of the Nason star system will be a satellite of Nason III and no longer here. However, the Legal Marshal told me that this is a very important source of income for the Department of Justice. After all, they can't support so many informants just by relying on the governor's appropriations, nor can they update their equipment in a timely manner. Even the livelihoods of the millions of family members of the Department of Justice's law enforcement officers will be a problem. I never realized that the Department of Justice was such a 'money-consuming' institution."

Just as Sosiang was halfway through his sentence, a revolving elevator behind them on the right descended from above. Through the glass, one could see a slender figure inside.

"The Legal Marshal also has his difficulties. I used to deal with the Department of Justice a lot in the Great Vortex. Although they are undoubtedly the guardians of Imperial law, the law enforcement officers are also human after all. If their treatment is not even as good as those of the clerks, who can guarantee their impartiality and integrity in law enforcement? Moreover, the hive city is so big and so complex that the Department of Justice must rely on a large number of informants, undercover agents, and intelligence officers to be able to keep track of the situation in the lower and even the underhive. Those people cannot be commanded by any Imperial law, but only through the exchange of benefits, and money is often the most direct means. This kind of expenditure is often not put on the table and belongs to hidden expenses. In a sense, law enforcement is indeed a very expensive job."

Before she arrived, her voice arrived. Silru Claremont slowly walked out of the opened glass. At this time, she had changed her image, from an ice beauty to a passionate noblewoman, with a face like peach blossoms and eyes like spring water. The delicate, slightly pointed chin, coupled with that faint smile, made her surrounded by a bewitching aura. A head of silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and between the glossy hair, she wore ice-blue gemstone headdresses and exquisite flower hairpins. She was wearing a low-cut, high-slit dress made of ice-blue tulle and white satin, and her shoulders and waist were decorated with some silver silk decorations, seemingly just to casually cover her fair and jade-like skin. Her chest, with its slightly swaying fullness as she moved, her astonishingly proportioned waist-to-hip curve, and her long, rounded legs, occasionally revealed large areas of snow-white skin as she walked, coupled with transparent crystal high heels, adding a touch of alluring temptation.

"Madam Veronica."

Silru nodded slightly to Veronica, then opened a folder and handed it to her. Veronica took it and turned to put it in front of Sosiang.

"This is the preliminary plan for a unified planetary currency and the construction of a central banking system."

Seeing this folder, Sosiang turned his head and said to Silru gently:

"Thank you for your hard work."

She just smiled gently and stood obediently beside Veronica.