How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

"Almost 40,000 years ago, this word was indeed more widely read as 'Sybil'. By the way, it was still a female name at that time, and was passed down as the name of a famous witch prophet." Fujimaru Ritsuka once again nonchalantly changed the subject, "Speaking of this, I am quite curious: It is said that a name can affect a person's destiny, so Inquisitor Hastings, do you have any special talent in prophecy?"

The Inquisitor himself showed a look of strong offense and kept silent. But Sevatar was amused: "This is the first time I've heard of this."

"Lanmarok might be, after all, this kind of historical knowledge is still unpopular, but you are definitely not." Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was very clear that Sevatar now brought a fantasy supplement pack, pointed out, "The third sentence of the 'Day of Wrath' section of Mozart's 'Requiem', 'As David and Sibylla said', the Sibylla is the Latin form of the word Sibyl. I never thought that the spelling of the latter would be pronounced the same as the former after so many years-"

"——It seems that we should not let the topic focus on a single name." Lanmalok reminded, "We seem to be discussing how to deal with this Inquisitor who has obviously crossed the line."

Judging from his unfriendly words, he was obviously still upset about the attack on the Cogitator array on his ship by the Tech-Priests. But for Fujimaru Ritsuka, who didn't know about this, she finally realized that the reason why this Inquisitor appeared in the interrogation room on the Lion's Mane was not just because "Sevatar borrowed a place from a cousin who was barely acquainted."

"Speaking of this, I haven't asked you about your attitude yet." She tried to turn the wheelchair towards the dark angel. "Before I proposed to take him to my ship, what was your original plan?"

This meaningless question immediately tied up Lanmalok's train of thought. No one knew what he was thinking about during this time. In short, the final result was that the breathing grid, which was very similar to the knight's armor, was silent for a full two seconds, and then reluctantly said, "I will follow your arrangement."

This completely unexpected answer made Fujimaru Ritsuka startled, but Sevatar behind her immediately laughed loudly without any scruples. The girl in the wheelchair had no idea what was happening, and the two Space Marines present had already, or finally, started to quarrel with each other.

Amidst a series of noises such as "Look at you, you're such a coward!" and "Are you so nice?", Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and turned to the prisoner locked in the middle of the room again: "How about it? Judge Hastings, are you coming?"

The Inquisitor, who also witnessed all this farce, had a tense face, and the firm look in his eyes clearly indicated that he had found the next task that should be explored, studied, and executed.

"Okay," he said, "but I suggest you be prepared. Sooner or later, I will dig up all your secrets and show them to everyone."

Inquisitor Hastings is now very suspicious that this "little girl" named Fujimaru Ritsuka has mastered some technology to tamper with other people's consciousness without anyone knowing, and even Space Marines can fall into her trap.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain to himself what he had just seen.

Meow (six o'clock)

Actually, at the beginning I wrote a short composition about Lan Malok’s mind within two seconds, but the more I wrote, the funnier it became, highlighting a character who thinks a lot but is just fighting with the air... I felt like I didn’t get the right balance, and it no longer looked like a space marine. Instead, it looked like a maid that the queen no longer wanted and gave away to this year’s favored newcomer, so I deleted it (peaceful).

All in all, this is the main idea. Please bear with me and use your imagination to figure it out.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 154: Can't you give Ya Ya a little face?

Hastings believed that if this little girl could really tamper with other people's consciousness without anyone noticing, then the first victim who would appear before his eyes would most likely be the director of the Extreme Warriors think tank, Varo Digris.

——This is a typical inference drawn from the result. Let’s not talk about the operational issues. If it is not the case, according to the judge’s own logic, it is difficult for him to explain why Diglis handed over his file so easily to such a...

Hastings squinted his eyes and stared at the little girl who was completely curled up in the wheelchair in front of him for a while. Finally, he carefully chose a word: a heretic who is very deceptive in appearance.

He decided to stick to his "heresy" view: doubt everything that is worthy of doubt, uncover all their whitewashing, and get the final truth. This is the job of an inquisitor. This attitude of always doubting something around him (and some other unavoidable annoying aspects of being an inquisitor) did cause some damage to his interpersonal relationships, but he believed that if he wanted to be loyal to the empire, similar things would always be necessary.

Hastings's face still ached from the wounds he received when Shame was captured, and there was nothing he could do about it.Indeed, as Fujimaru Ritsuka guessed, he has some specialties in the prophecy system, minored in some telekinesis systems, and knew some taboo knowledge related to subspace and demons due to professional needs, but he himself has never He thought about trying it himself - but all the above magical powers had no effect on a lump that sometimes made his vision blurry and difficult to focus on.

After choosing to accept Fujimaru Ritsuka's invitation, all the restraints on him, including the Black Stone Shackles, were quickly removed by the Space Marine wearing a winged helmet (reluctantly). Hastings's weapons were not returned to him, but he was not surprised that he had to remain unarmed. Shortly afterwards, he received some healing spray to reduce swelling from the obviously unhappy Night Lord.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who requested this, might have thought of it as a friendly signal, but the Night Lord who carried out this mission clearly did not think so. The Astartes found a way to accurately put the irritating spray into Hastings' eyes, obviously wanting to make the latter look ridiculous and have fun with it. Hastings did not give him this opportunity. The spray stung his eyeballs, but he did not say a word and insisted on glaring at him with his other intact eye.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't notice the details. At the time of the incident, she was talking to Lan Malok on the other side about something else. But when she turned around, she immediately understood the tense atmosphere and complained to Sevatar: "Don't always be ready to bully newcomers, otherwise you deserve to be hated."

"No, I think everyone likes me." Under Hastings' angry gaze, Sevatar walked away with the jar calmly as if nothing had happened.

"That's because they know that you will eventually choose to collude with them." Fujimaru Ritsuka fiddled with the direction of the wheelchair with some difficulty. "Isn't that right, Jeanne Alter? A while ago, were you two the ones who kept eating the coffee mousse cake in the refrigerator in the middle of the night?"

Sevatar himself didn't react, but the backpack on his power armor suddenly made a loud noise. The former was confident that he could get away with it, but his allies failed at the critical moment. After this, he had no choice but to pretend that it had nothing to do with him and began to look up at the sky with a guilty conscience.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing the matter further. He just shrugged and said to Hastings, "Look, they are actually no different from ordinary people."

"...What?" The judge obviously didn't follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's train of thought.

The girl in the wheelchair patiently explained while turning her wheelchair: "Even the Captain of the Midnight Lords likes to eat snacks, and would feel embarrassed to say that he loves snacks. He would also try to find a solution between the two things mentioned above in his own way, although this solution is not worth recommending. Even the traitors, their way of thinking is often no different from that of normal humans."

"The traitors should all die." Hastings said without thinking, "I don't need to understand what they are thinking. The loyalists only need to know this."

"Well, you think so too, I see." Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped and turned to Sevatar thoughtfully, "The situation is not optimistic, Sevatarion. If everyone in the empire thinks this way, I'm afraid you will have to continue on the battlefield to atone for your sins until you die."

"What does it matter? I think my current treatment is good." The person involved seemed very indifferent. "Besides, there is no such thing as 'retirement life' in Astartes."

"That's not all I mean, First Captain. What I mean is that you should almost consider the escape route for your primarch and the other 5,000-odd brothers. My little boat is definitely not big enough to hold all of you. The High Lords' Council will explode."

"Let me remind you that we are originally a rebel army." Sevatar narrated calmly, and it was impossible to tell from his tone that he had any inclination on this matter. "When facing a group of ugly criminals, you should restrain your excessive sympathy."

"Although he is a traitorous Astartes, I agree with what he said, speaking objectively." Without knowing the previous situation, and selectively ignoring a phrase that probably shouldn't appear in this sentence (your primarch), Hastings began to move his limbs and evaluated based on the literal meaning, "If he is a real Inquisitor, he will never allow so many 'unstable factors' to appear in the Empire."

Ritsuka Fujimaru thought about this sentence with a slightly uneasy expression and seemed to hesitate about something, but she finally sighed and did not give any direct answer.

"Let's go to a place where we can sit down and talk peacefully before discussing this issue." She just said, "Since you have decided to board the ship, we should also exchange some information. These... um... things should be discussed bit by bit, preferably with some hot tea to soothe your mood..."

Arjuna, who couldn't stand it any longer, finally emerged from his spiritual state and continued to help the Master push the wheelchair, which was difficult for him to turn in one direction. By the way, he sidestepped the two gangsters in the room and kept them in place, not at all. The Astartes who know how to take care of people take a look at each other.This sight startled Hastings again, but he had seen a similar scene at the Psionics Council a few hours ago, so he didn't have any reaction.

After leaving the interrogation room, Lanmarok didn't seem to want to stay with Sevatar for even a second. Obviously, even the patience of the Fire Wing Grand Master was exhausted in this ups and downs of the "interrogation process". He simply said that he would gather others to discuss the proposal made by Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then quickly turned around and disappeared in the corridor. The rest of the people, except Hastings, all looked accustomed to this development and walked towards the direction of the transport room indifferently.

Due to the need for information exchange and material delivery, the Lion's Mane's teleportation room has temporarily set up a teleportation point directly to the ground of Parmenio, located in the open space in the atrium of the Tyros Cathedral. Although the physical sensation of the subspace teleportation is not very good, it is still a great comfort to Fujimaru Ritsuka that he does not need to take Thunderhawk Airlines. After a few words, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Arjuna, Hastings, and Sevatar, who had been alert to the Inquisitor's movements, successfully returned to the Storm's Edge.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Asclepius did not come back, and was apparently still staying in the temporary medical organization set up locally. This made Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had escaped a lecture, breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, she immediately said that she could also do her part as a host here, and in the process, she would also introduce him to her future student, Kaliya. However, Arjuna clearly protested against this, so the whole process was forced to be simplified to introducing Kaliya to Judge Hastings and then finding a room for him to stay.

—At this point, she still didn’t realize how much she would have to explain immediately after seeing Kaelia (and some of the things around her).

Today, Fujimaru Ritsuka might be destined to be overworked.

Miu (Leopard)

My title means that I want to give Crow some face!!

No, you really don’t want to save face for Crow!? (Leopard is confused)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 155: Yellow Flower in the Mirror (?)

Sevatar was in the infirmary, grinning at himself in the mirror.

It's not that he suddenly discovered his childishness, but he had to make himself look more decent in the future - he didn't really care about this issue, but Jeanne Alter did. The process of being forcibly brought here by his own power armor was really uncomfortable, so in this case, he didn't mind following the wishes of this usually invisible partner and completing this task that was actually dispensable to him.

The instigator who had forced Yago Sevitarion to grin in front of the mirror was perched high on top of an IV stand, overlooking what was happening in the small room with five scary eyes emitting crimson light. He didn't say anything, or even make a sound, but each of his eyes clearly said: This matter is not over yet.

I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Sevatar sighed and turned his attention back to the mirror where his face, along with his helmet, had been torn apart, and then tried to piece his face back together.

It was difficult to explain the whole process of what happened, as the scene was so chaotic. When Kaelia appeared with the raven tightly wrapped in clothes, everyone present was stunned by this unexpected development - perhaps including the raven itself, but for the Primarchs, they had a thinking speed that ordinary people could not imagine, so the time required to react was basically negligible.

Then, He cried out in a very "raven" way (the cry was really loud and ugly), and then easily tore the clothes wrapped around Him and broke free from Kaelia's arms. Sevatar didn't know what the others were doing at this time. He only knew that out of some kind of fear from the bottom of his heart, he ordered the chainsaw halberd, which was also woven with magic power like the armor he was wearing, to appear in the air. Then, he was hit in the face by a black and red thing, and his cheek was torn in severe pain as the helmet creaked.

Although if Jeanne Alter had not released some hatred in time to drive it back, one of Sevatar's eyes would have been destroyed in the next moment, but in fact, in terms of the result, he was not seriously injured. He did have half of his face torn off by the raven in a single encounter, but it was only a flesh wound. For Space Marines, their own healing ability is enough to make wounds of similar depth scab over in a few seconds and heal themselves in two or three days. If such a wound was not on the face, he would not bother to deal with it even if his partner urged him to do so.

"You are so cruel, my dear uncle." He carefully tore off the blood scabs that fixed the dislocated skin, pressed the remaining parts back to the correct position, and waited for them to be fixed again by a new round of blood coagulation. At the same time, he continued to be reckless and sarcastic to the raven on the top of the drip stand, "I know there are many old grudges between you and us, but isn't it a bit too much to not even say hello?"

This could obviously be seen as a provocation, but the raven still did not speak, only making some low coos, probably to express dissatisfaction. Sevatar was a little confused for a moment: Although according to Fujimaru Ritsuka, this was of course the original body of the Raven Guard, Corvos Corax, or at least, part of him. But... 10,000 years have passed, he doesn't really think he has become a raven now, right?

Having no results from his attempts, Sevatar turned back to the mirror with suspicion. At the same time, someone pushed a small oblong jar with a slightly pleasant aroma from his side. It looked like some ointment he didn't recognize.

"I said I don't need it—" Sevatar thought the person coming was Jeanne Alter, and turned his head in that direction with a little impatience. But what he saw was Arjuna who was crossing his arms and looked reluctant.

"This is a scar-removing ointment. Apply it to the scar after the wound heals." He said to Sevatar, "Considering that you sometimes need to perform guard duties beside the Master, you should at least pay minimum attention to your appearance."

"You're talking as if you were her chief steward," Sevata muttered unwillingly, loudly, determined to let Arjuna hear clearly. "I'm just a rat that crawled out of the gutter. I'll eventually return to the gutter. Why do I have to arrange myself according to the standards of a servant in a prince's house?"

"Because I am a prince, and I cannot stand it. If you need to know that," Arjuna said calmly, "I think my Master deserves all this, or to put it bluntly, I think you are not worthy of my Master."

Sevatar stared at the other person for a few seconds with dissatisfaction, then took away the small canister he brought: "I don't quarrel with the volcano cannon."

Arjuna raised his eyebrows dangerously, but before he could speak, Sevatar turned back to the mirror and looked at himself and added: "I have nothing to refute this. Perhaps the Sevatar who left this power armor to me deserves to stand beside her, but I am nothing but a sinner."

The mirror faithfully reflected Sevatar's hands after he took off his armor, with bright red blood branding on all his fingers covered with old scars. In the past, in the Eighth Legion, those hands had been physically tortured by the "red gloves", and the embedded torture instruments tore his hands apart and tortured them all the time until they were completely torn; but now, their Primarch has obviously found some newer means to reflect his unique aesthetics in judgment and punishment.

The red marks were not the new blood that flowed out after he tore open the scabs on his face. Instead, they lingered there with some supernatural power, bringing an eternal and vivid pain, becoming an indelible mark, forever reminding him of the sins he had committed in the past.

Killings, parricide, torture not inflicted for the sake of punishment, stupidity, blind obedience—blind obedience above all.

He was too blindly obedient to his gene-father. He made many mistakes under the wrong orders of Konrad Curze, and even when he knew it was wrong, he would try to convince himself that it was an order from the Primarch, and the Primarch could not be wrong. He was even willing to pull the trigger on his homeland and slaughter those in the fleet who were unwilling to carry out this order. In fact, he knew in his heart that he should not have done this, but if it happened again, he felt that he would still do it.

He had no excuse for rebelling against the Empire. The Eighth Legion had always been a marginalized force in the Empire. Who would like an army composed of criminals and prisoners? Of course, there were various other reasons for this, but the result was inevitable: they would always be treated coldly in the Empire. As for the crimes committed against other loyal legions - they had all been seen on the battlefield. Should they still be gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest?

By this calculation, almost all of his more serious crimes can be classified as "knowingly committing crimes, which is aggravated by the crime." He does not regret it, but he will not claim that his life was upright. As he said, he is a rat that crawled out of the gutter and his final destination can only be back to the gutter.

However, the "Sevatar" who appeared like a dream was different. This Sevatar didn't want to talk about it, because it would only reflect how miserable his life was. But at least, the other Sevatar could proudly tell everyone that he had defended his Nostramo, his hometown, his comrades, and his mortal relatives who might still be there or not. From an objective point of view, it was really a beautiful battle, and it didn't even seem like a battle that the Night Lords could fight.

Thinking about it any further would be annoying. Sevatar forced himself to withdraw his thoughts and focus on the current situation. To the outside world, he just looked at his messy face for a few seconds after finishing his words, and then spoke again: "Speaking of this, since you are even picky about the appearance of the guards around her, why don't you say a few more bad things about the Inquisitor to her? In this way, we can deal with this unstable factor quietly."

"The Master has made a decision," Arjuna said calmly. "In that case, what we should do is to implement it, rather than using those treacherous means to try to change the decision itself."

"You have a point, but I think -" Sevatar tore off another blood scab that needed to be adjusted while speaking, "-I think this 'decision' is not very appropriate."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." The tone of the white-robed heroic spirit suddenly became stiff. "Is it just because Inquisitor Hastings planned an assassination against the Master?"

"Isn't this 'inappropriate' enough?" Sevatar felt a little puzzled. "Even if we take a step back and ignore her current importance in the entire empire, who would keep a time bomb that could actually kill them around?"

Arjuna's attitude softened a little when the topic came to this point, but he still refused to give in: "In my opinion, this just once again demonstrates her tolerance. If she doesn't even have this kind of tolerance, she won't be able to become a master recognized by the entire Chaldea."

"But aren't you worried that 'something' might actually happen? She might have made a wrong decision in this matter."

"That's why she needs us around," Arjuna replied calmly. "After all, she is just a human being. People make mistakes, and no one can be always right. The decision she makes may be right or wrong, and no one can make a final conclusion until things progress to a stage where the results are apparent. What we need to do is to stop what is going to happen before we notice that the whole thing is sliding towards a bad outcome."

"That doesn't sound right." Sevatar pieced together the last piece of his flesh and wiped his face with a wet towel. He looked much more normal now, not so scary anymore, except for a blood-red spider web printed unevenly on half of his face. "If I were more educated, I might accuse you of being a bit 'blindly loyal'."

"I have read some relevant records. From my superficial understanding, you are not qualified to say this." Facing Sevatar's sarcasm, Arjuna counterattacked unmoved, "Besides, she herself has predicted this. She once entrusted it to several heroes she trusted most..."

He stopped talking because at this moment, Jeanne Alter, who had simply repaired her spiritual base, walked out of the suite.

"I know about this." She said very unhappily, "and I'm putting it here. You'll have to get past me first when the time comes."

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 156 The raven's voice is just unpleasant. What are you expecting?

It must be said that Sevatar was a little disappointed that Arjuna and Jeanne Alter did not immediately fight after this opening that represented a clear conflict.

After a few seconds of tense staring at each other, Arjuna was the first to take a step back: "This is just a hypothesis of the 'worst case scenario' that has not yet happened. I think we can reach a consensus that 'no one wants to see it come true'."

"I don't care." Jeanne Alter was not going to give in, but she didn't pursue the matter further. "As long as she is still 'Fujimaru Ritsuka', even if she wants to go to hell, I will follow her without hesitation. But I also agree that this is just a hypothesis. Before it really comes true, let's keep our opinions to ourselves."

Arjuna did not reply, but nodded modestly, and regarded it as a kind of farewell etiquette, and turned and left the infirmary. Jeanne Alter did not say much about this, but turned her eyes to Sevata who was watching the whole process, and asked in a clear threatening tone: "You look a little disappointed?"

"Hey, I can't hide it from you." Sevatar shrugged nonchalantly, "I'd like to know what will happen if you two really fight."

After all, the two had worked together for a while, and their daily bickering had created a somewhat unreliable plastic relationship. After confirming that the other party did not mean to mock her for not being able to beat Arjuna, Jeanne Alter just rolled her eyes impatiently and said, "What else can I do? You should fix what you broke yourself. I don't want to waste my time repairing the ship."

"Why, you sound experienced?"

"I've seen it a lot. Chaldea had more than 400 Heroic Spirits in its heyday. This level of friction is commonplace."

"More than 400?" This did scare Sevata a little. Although he also felt from Arjuna and Jeanne Alter that "there are differences in individuals and strength among Heroic Spirits", his first reaction was to roughly equate "more than 400 Heroic Spirits" with the combat effectiveness of "a fully-staffed armored company".

Before he had time to think about it more carefully and ask questions to determine whether his first reaction was correct, a subtle sound of flapping feathers was heard in the infirmary. The raven on the IV stand spread its wings, half leaped and half glided to a bed frame closer to Jeanne Alter, and looked at her carefully.

"...What are you looking at? Be careful or I'll poke you with my flagpole." Jeanne Alter, who had no respect for the Primarch, said unhappily.

Sevatar had originally been unhappy with this. He had argued with Jeanne Alter when she hid in her power armor and spoke nonsense to Conrad Curze that no one else could hear. But when this aggression wasn't directed at his genetic father, Sevatar was very happy with it.

The raven tilted its head and blinked its five eyes in turn. It was unknown what it was thinking. But this action of "blinking in turn" made Jeanne Alter feel creepy instinctively.

"Go away." She waved her hands irritably, trying to drive the raven away from where it was, as if she were chasing away a real bird. "As a dignified Primarch, don't you have anything better to do besides staring at others? What did you come to the ship for in the first place?"

She was probably just complaining normally, but what she didn't expect was that these words actually made the raven visibly stunned for a moment.

...What was I here for? Corax, who was reading Alexander the Great with Caelia in the library and was so engrossed in it that he forgot his original plan to escape, fell into deep thought.

He returned to the Empire later than most of his brothers, but he also learned relevant knowledge in the process of studying Terra's history - but the feeling of reading the emperor's biography for the purpose of understanding history is obviously different from the feeling of reading the same story after knowing that "this is the personal experience of the Eternal Emperor at a certain period of human history". It can even be said that this is the first time that He has examined the life of a conqueror and ruler so seriously.

"Really?" Jeanne Alter's voice pulled Him back to reality from his thoughts, "Don't tell me you came here just to look around and have a book club with the little girl."

I came here following the Emperor's psychic sense, but who knew he wouldn't talk. Raven thought so unhappily, and tried to dig in the air with his claws again, and found, not surprisingly, that He still couldn't easily escape behind the veil.

Now that the door was open, He could of course take off from the spot, evade everyone's pursuit, and then escape through some pipeline connected to the outside world, or simply tear a hole in the bulkhead of this ship. But after things have progressed to this point - especially now that everyone on the ship has realized that he is the Primarch - doing that does seem a bit cheap.

"Okay, I'll just assume you don't want to talk about it. I don't really care about this matter." Jeanne Alter turned to Sevata in boredom, "Did you get it done?"

"I don't know." Sevatar turned his chair and showed his face, which looked like it was printed with Halloween makeup, to his partner who dragged him here. "You be the judge. How do you feel?"

"As handsome as you are," Jeanne Alter said sarcastically. "Then we should restore this damn place quickly. We can't let Asclepius come back and find out that we have tampered with his things. Hey, what are you going to do next?"

The second half of her sentence was directed to the raven next to her. Although Jeanne Alter, who always had her dissatisfaction written on her face, seemed to be unpleasant to everyone she met, she seemed to have a subtle sense of responsibility as a host to all the people or things "on the ship", or in other words, the ravens.