The Imperial Princesses Who Could Not Stand the Sight of Each Other

Caria cried uncontrollably, even daring to beat Mordred, that wicked man, crying out that her mother was not dead, that she had simply returned to God's embrace, and that she would surely come back.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, and even had the leisure to explain the composition of the human body to the little girl, confirming from multiple perspectives that the box contained her mother Mordred, Luojia would rather Caria had hit her instead.

Luo Luojia, who could have spoken eloquently and won over countless people with her doctrines alone, remained silent. No amount of words could deny the fact that she had caused all of this and had brought no so-called hope.

Seeing himself, a sinner, standing there while Mordred, who brought food to the Colchis, was being insulted, was more painful for Luojia than the Titan Training Method.

Years of malnutrition had left Kardia very thin, and even after eating a full meal for several days, she was unable to cause Mordred the slightest harm.

In the very end, Mordred left the shack of sorrow, leaving behind only a child who stood there, huddled with his mother, stunned.

The candies scattered on the ground remain, but the smiling dog heads on them can never erase a child's pain.

Luojia didn't know how she escaped from there; she simply followed Mordred step by step, careful not to leave her footprints in the sand. "Are you feeling uneasy?"

"Second Brother, me"

Mordred patted Luojia on the head and handed him Big White Dog Milk Candy with a silly grinning dog's head printed on it.

"I don't want to talk about what happened before, and I don't even want to ask about your admiration for Old Man Huang, but now that you've returned to the legion, you have an obligation to ensure that they no longer suffer from hunger."

Caria is just a microcosm of the Empire's people. Death itself isn't frightening; what's frightening is dying without knowing why. I hope you'll treat them better, at least let them live like human beings."

Are you trying to say that faith can help them heal their wounds?

Luojia nodded. That was indeed what she thought. She had been nothing more than a tool, obeying whatever those two beasts said, without any independent thought of her own.

This is why Luojia is so powerful; she hopes for a Psychic Power guide everything, never imagining that she already possesses the power to change things.

Primarch all have the opportunity to become lesser gods, but they possess power without conviction, and are essentially problem children, even terrifyingly naive.

"But Second Brother, I'm afraid I'll mess everything up. From childhood to adulthood, Father has never praised me once, and even Aribas thinks I'm just a fool with strength but no substance."

Seeing Luojia lost in thought, Mordred cursed those two Living Beasts in his mind again, then patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

The former Serenity was not even as good as that of Colchis. At least you still had the Legion, Word Bearers were numerous enough to help you transform Colchis into a true paradise.

As for Kor Phaeron and Aribas, they're both idiots. They treat you like a dog. You need to believe in yourself and have your own opinions. After all, you are the Princess of the empire.

Even if you make a mistake, it doesn't matter. With your Second Brother around, are you afraid you'll squander the family fortune? Your Second Brother may not have much else, but he has a deep pocket. If someone disobeys, that's even easier; let them worry about it in their next life."

"Second Brother, please don't leave. I can make the entire legion obey your command."

Upon hearing this, Mordred clearly hesitated, but quickly unleashed a powerful shout:

"You idiot, I've been talking for so long, and you haven't listened to a single word! We're all brothers here, every single one of us..."

They're all restless types, and you have such a weak and timid personality.

"Sigh! Never mind, I knew you'd be like this. But luckily, Old Man Huang and I found you a suitable partner. Your personalities complement each other perfectly, and Pepe was trained by me personally."

"Perturabo? You mean that short, stout guy with a thick waist and a big butt?"

"It's me!"

The sudden sound startled Luojia. At first glance, Luojia felt that this person was not someone to be trifled with.

The person who arrived was none other than Perturabo, who had been summoned by the Emperor's decree. Compared to the arrogant little brat he used to be, Perturabo was much more composed now and would not use his offspring to kill without reason.

Looking at this sister who suddenly appeared, Luojia suddenly felt a sense of crisis for some reason, but what was even more embarrassing was that she was overheard talking badly about her behind her back.

"So you're Luojia? Tch, Second Brother, you're getting more and more boring. If only you'd given me the supplies meant for Colchis..."

I can expand my army by another large camp, what are you looking at? You skinny little good-for-nothing!

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Mordred quickly spoke up to stop them:

"Shut up. If you two were even slightly normal, I wouldn't have used the Titan Training Method. Anyway, after discussing it with Old Man Huang, Luojia, you'll be spending the next five years with Perturabo."

As for Perturabo, the infrastructure work around Colchis still needs the Iron Warriors. You suffered heavy losses in the recent battle with the Hrud, so this is a good opportunity for you to rest and recuperate.

"Let me be with her? I protest!"

"I protest too!"

"Protest denied. If you keep arguing, I'll beat you both up." Seeing Luojia suddenly speak up in rebuttal, Mordred increasingly felt that bringing Perturabo was a good idea; stubborn people are the natural counter to charlatans.

The only thing Mordred couldn't understand was why Luojia was so excited when he heard that he was going to hit someone.

In fact, sending Perturabo was a decision that the Emperor and Mordred had carefully considered.

When it comes to troop deployment and commanding legions, the Perturabo is arguably one of the strongest among the Primarchs. Like Ferrus, who has always been relegated to the background, he is a renowned micro-management master. If Luojia could learn even a fraction of this, he would be on a roll.

"Alright, that's how it is. You two enjoy your time together. I'm off, Second Brother."

Mordred was a true man of action; she was quick to act and in less than three minutes, all the Atlas had assembled, bringing with them spices, dates, and local specialties she had traded with her fellow villagers, and they were off to roam.

But just as Master Mordred stepped into the Stormbird, Luojia rushed forward and grabbed Morey's leg:

"Second Brother, you can't leave! This woman looks like a vicious shrew; she'll abuse me."

"What 'poisonous woman' nonsense? You two are sisters, How Could Pepe harm you? Don't worry, Atlas's aid won't stop. With Perturabo's help, Colchis will be the next Macragge."

Keep it up, you're the best!

With the intense roar of the Plasma Engine, Mordred at the speed of light, leaving Luojia Collapsed on the Ground, heartbroken.

He mumbled something like, "You're lying, you killed Kor Phaeron and Aribas, I know all that, but why did you leave me?"—things that were incomprehensible to him.

But Luojia soon had nothing to be sad about, because the short, vicious woman Perturabo, whom she had described as having a big waist and a thick bottom, arrived and grabbed her by the neck from behind:

"My dear sister, as the saying goes, the eldest sister is like a mother; it's time for you to learn what filial piety truly means."

"Ha! You? Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're fat. I happen to be in a bad mood right now, so I'll take it out on you."

Mordred was performing the Sacred Separation, collapsed onto his leather sofa again. This trip to Colchis had exhausted him. As for what kind of person Luojia would become in the future, who cares? He had already done all he could.

"I really want to lie down and roll around on the Green Grassland, kids, let's go home!"

But Mordred's little wish ultimately failed, simply because a Star-whisper Transmission from Holy Terra was placed before him, sent jointly by the Council of Terra:

"What do you mean by 'the debt of gratitude to the Warmaster can never be repaid, Your Highness? We will always love you! We hope I can return to Holy Terra as the acting Warmaster soon. We miss the carefree days when failing was a sure way to be beheaded!"

"No, are they out of their minds?"