Sigh, Can We Reconcile?

"How delightful, how delightful!"

The bottom line is meant to be crossed, and Corvus Corax clearly couldn't resist the temptation.

Despite his serious demeanor, Mordred had already figured out that this guy was a bit of a brooding pervert.

It's known that Koz enjoys bathing and massages to relax and relieve the mental fatigue caused by prolonged fantasies. So what does Corvus Corax, who looks almost exactly like Koz, except for having more oily hair and a more melancholic art style—practically his twin—like?

Not at the same time, but in the same place.

Pale as a ghost, Corax stretched out his limbs and curled up in the fragrant hot spring, enjoying the meticulous massage from the Eldar technician. The rising steam flushed his face.

Of course, Mordred wouldn't engage in any lewd activities. He's a nemesis of justice; with his domineering personality, surely he can handle the sex industry?

All the hot spring inns in Atlas are run by legitimate businesses. Even the Eldar technician there need to pass an exam, which is as rigorous as the Loyalist Academy's exam. Only after obtaining a certificate can they operate, and they also need to pay taxes!

Even Mordred has to pay for his own baths, it doesn't matter who comes!

This time, he spared no expense in taking his little brother out to relax, specially selecting three stunning beauties from the Aeldari —not the skinny, dry kind, but rather the long, green beans.

The so-called "bean" refers to a unique mutated Aeldari of Atlas, whose physique is more robust than that of ordinary Aeldari. Their official scientific name is Elf, and they are a type of Abhumans specializing in Psychic Power.

These Aeldari originated from the pirate gang once led by Kialan. After deciding to follow Atlas to the bitter end, Mordred corrupted them with her own blood to ensure they would not betray her and to make them more in line with her aesthetic.

Master Mordred firmly believes that Great Thunder is the true civilization; only a freak like Guilliman would like those dry, slender sticks.

The price to pay is that no matter how many times these beans reproduce, their color will always be the same as Mordred's.

Unfortunately, the aversion to Xenos is an instinct ingrained in the Primarch, Corvus Corax has no liking for them, but is quite interested in hot springs instead.

Come to think of it, in a mining world like Laerius, even black coal mines are like heaven compared to this. The people there have probably never seen so much pure water in their lives.

Forget about soaking in hot springs, even getting drinking water is a problem!

Mordred was right. The Corax were having a great time seeing so much water for the first time, playing with the little yellow ducks floating on the surface.

Seeing this, the Eldar technician worked even harder, almost drooling. Unfortunately for them, Corvus Corax was Sigmar man.

I am indifferent to boring erotic games.

"Second Brother, do you think everyone on Laerius will enjoy this kind of treatment in the future?"

This question stumped Mordred. He wanted to say yes, but the facts were clear: he couldn't guarantee it and had to change the subject.

"The empire is too vast. Perhaps there is already a world that has been incorporated into the empire's territory. Laerius is just an ordinary mining world. If it weren't for you, it might never have been known to anyone in its entire life."

As for your question, I can't say for sure, but I can guarantee that no one in Serenity will go hungry.

Perhaps the enjoyment we are experiencing now is an extreme luxury for the people of Serenity, but they have ample food, clean fresh water, and a tangible goal.

Most importantly, I can call them people. Living, breathing people, not consumables to be used as disposables.

I believe that as long as you truly love your people, that's fine. After all, because of your existence, Laerius will enjoy a special tax exemption, and the good days are yet to come."

Mordred patted his younger brother on the shoulder, pointed to himself, and said:

"Even if you don't understand, it's okay. You're still young, and you have your Second Brother, right? In my eyes, you're all just unlucky kids who never grew up. I'll help you, as always!"

"Second Brother! Why are you so good to me?"

"Nonsense! As the leader, you have to be able to take responsibility. If I didn't have that kind of awareness, wouldn't I be no different from Yellow Skins?"

Hardship can forge a resilient character, but it will never blossom into something beautiful. As for his parenting style, which he probably learned from some idiot, ugh! I wouldn't even want to waste my breath criticizing him.

Besides, we're family. I, your Second Brother, have nothing but plenty of wealth—more than I can ever spend!

Looking at Mordred's sudden outburst, Corvus Corax felt a warmth in his heart, as if he had been slapped hard by his family. But for some reason, he always felt that his brother was not as carefree as he appeared. Instead, he had an indescribable loneliness and seemed out of place in this world.

Like a greedy monster craving everything, it hides itself with all sorts of disguises, blending into the crowd to prove that it is human.

"Second Brother, are you a human or a ghost?"

"What?"

Mordred thought she had misheard, but after realizing what was happening, she lashed out with her tail, grabbing Corvus Corax's little scraggly hair and spitting at him:

"I'm half-human, half-ghost, and the best marksman. What? You want to see your own brains too?!"

"Thank goodness you met me. If you had met that Yellow Skins, I feel you would have been the next Luojia."

When Mordred mentioned Luojia, she was reminded of the recent impeachment of her by the Council of Terra, who claimed that her expedition was too slow and that she was clearly slacking off.

In other words, the parliament had been completely infiltrated, and this news hadn't gotten out. Otherwise, if that Yellow Skins- like Dogs and Donkeys found out...

Who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause next.

Mordred felt that Luojia probably needed more training, so she took out her Book of Grudges and wrote it down. When she saw her again, she would definitely arrange another course of Titan Training Method for her. After several days of observation, Mordred was very satisfied with Corvus Corax, this high-quality Primarch.

Such an upright younger brother cannot be allowed to grow wildly and end up going astray.

Taking this opportunity, Mordred decided to give Corvus Corax a good talk about the Dark History of the Yellow Skins and the inner workings of the Empire, so that he could face reality and not be bewitched by the Yellow Skins.

Mordred put his Book of Grudges back in, rummaged in his dimensional pocket, and handed him a hardcover book.

Looking at this beautifully bound, erotic book featuring Imperial Double Eagles and pure skulls, Corax subconsciously read out its name:

"The Imperial Overlord Sutra"?

May I come in?

"Sure, of course you can. Don't interrupt me. Open it, and you'll understand what kind of person the Yellow Skins really is. Be realistic and don't overthink it."

As the Emperor's number one black man, Mordred was quite busy during the 13 years he traveled with Horus and Makara.

Through the narration of the unfortunate little Yellow Skins Makara, Mordred learned a great deal about the Emperor's Dark History, the kind that would completely shatter one's worldview.

Mordred previously spread rumors that the Emperor was Rome's She-Wolf, but in reality, the Emperor did indeed do so, though not as Rome's She-Wolf, but Cleopatra.

Many of the historical figures who brought disaster to their countries were actually Perpetual, with Emperor being among them.

Upon hearing these Dark History, Mordred was astonished that the Yellow Skins could be so resourceful, while Horus was completely dumbfounded and began his enlightenment in the Dragon Realm.

As for what he had come to understand, Mordred dared not even imagine!

In short, in order to better fulfill his filial duty, Master Mordred followed the example of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales and compiled this Imperial Overlord Sutra).

To avoid being discovered later, Mordred used various myths, allegories, and local legends from Terra, modifying them drastically.

For example, the opening story, "The Yellow Blood Princess," tells a melodramatic love story between Emperor disguised as Princess and Eldar disguised as a prince on a white horse.

Yes, in Makara's account, without exception, the Emperor were all the Princess who were pinned to the ground and subjected to a violent tirade by Eldar.

This was said by Makara himself, who is an avatar of the Emperor. The artistic content is at least three or four stories high, and its gold content is even more genuine than that of Radiant Gold.

Sometimes Mordred wondered how Old Man Huang had managed to survive, and whether, besides the Primarch, he had any illegitimate children left behind.

As he listened to Mordred's explanation while looking at the scripture in his hands, Corvus Corax's mindset gradually underwent a subtle change.

The golden figure that everyone talked about in his mind began to gradually distort, until finally he could no longer look his father in the eye.

"You wretch! In Laerius, someone like that would be thrown into a wastewater pool and drowned in a pig cage."

"Yeah, yeah, that's how Yellow Skins are. You never know how cunning they are behind the scenes!"

Seeing that Corvus Corax had successfully integrated with his brothers, Mordred immediately said, "I have some good stuff here, do you want to see?"

Just as crows are powerless against shiny things when building their nests, Corvus Corax said, "Second Brother, hurry up and take it out; I need to give it a good critique."

As expected, Mordred pulled out the Rome's She-Wolf picture book, now updated to the eighty-sixth edition. Upon opening the exquisite book, Corvus Corax was utterly amazed.

"No wonder she was exploited so badly. It's only natural. Don't blame your mother!"

Wait a minute, if what's in this picture book is real, then wouldn't I have two mothers?

Yes, I'm curious too.

Mordred thought his little brother was making a fuss over nothing. Perpetual, after all, all wield cool Psychic Power, changing identities is commonplace for them, it's perfectly normal, okay?

"Wait, who was speaking just now?"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mordred whirled around and saw the Golden Giant, also wearing a bathrobe, lying next to her enjoying a massage.

Through the slightly ajar door, a figure squatting by the entrance, counting gold coins in his hand, came into view.

"Tom! You Rebellious son, you betrayed me!"

"Father, what are you saying? You were the one who just said that His Majesty could come in."

Upon closer reflection, Mordred realized that she had indeed said it herself. Looking at the Emperor, who had already stood up and was stretching his arms, Mordred smiled with relief.

"Xi, Father, I am your good son. This was forced upon me by Corvus Corax. I am Kiya. Can we reconcile?"

"Are you kidding me? I'll beat both of you the same!"