I Want to Be a Farmer, I Want to Be a Hunter

"Azrael, your mother is dead." Ezekiel's voice sounded beside Azrael's ear.

You survived, Ezekiel.

Azrael raised his head slightly and sighed inwardly.

Ezekiel's insult did not stir the slightest ripple in Azrael's heart. His cave-dwelling mother had died who knew how many years ago, and her figure had long since become blurred in his memories.

If she were still alive, then she must have come into contact with things or powers she should not have touched. Azrael would only execute her himself.

So when Azrael heard Ezekiel's voice, his only feeling was relief and joy that Ezekiel had successfully survived the Lion's fury.

The guilt in his heart faded slightly as a result. Azrael had to admit that joining the Black Shields, leaving the Chapter, and concealing his identity had indeed been an act of cowardice.

He was not afraid of death. Death was the destined end for an Astartes.

He simply did not know how to face his Gene-father. As Supreme Grand Master, Azrael had read the Chapter's most secret records concerning the Primarch countless times. He revered the Primarch beyond measure, loved the Primarch deeply, and naturally yearned to meet him.

But the Primarch already knew, or at least knew to some extent, of the mistakes he had made. Azrael truly had no face to stand before the Primarch. He did not know how to explain his crimes to him, and feared even more that he might not have the chance to atone for them.

As Supreme Grand Master, Azrael had read the Chapter's secret records concerning the Primarch and knew that his Primarch was not always a being ruled by reason over emotion.

When his anger reached a certain point, the Lion would often cast aside all reason and smash a fist into the head of whoever