You're awake? Be good and spread 'em.

Why do we dislike Guilliman? Because he spoke the truth.

Jealousy, pure jealousy, without any other emotion. To the other Primarchs, Guilliman was the perfect child.

While Zhuang Sen Opened Eyes to see Caliban's ferocious beast baring its teeth, Guilliman faced friendly humans; while Mordred sat in a cave wondering where to get a blanket, Guilliman was already soundly asleep on a soft bed; while Angron was captured by the High-Riders and made a slave for both day and night, Guilliman had already inherited King Konnor's legacy and become the ruler of the Ultramar 500 Worlds, a region he controlled.

Some people play survival games, some play Monster Hunter, some are involved in gangs, and some are even worse off playing Fallout, Wasteland, and Frostpunk. Some people can't even afford to eat.

In Primarch original environment of the Primarch, apart from Perturabo's, none can compare to Guilliman's.

Even Perturabo is no match for Guilliman. She was born into a single-parent family and lost her childhood memories; she can see the Eye of Terror whenever she opens her eyes.

It's all very mysterious. The Eye of Terror is in the Misty Sector, while Olympia is near the Maelstrom, in the Extreme Sector, a place that's completely unrelated to it. Yet, it can be seen as soon as you open your eyes.

Only Guilliman, who was handed over to Lady Yuton by King Konnor as soon as he opened his eyes, was well-fed and clothed, had both parents, and was even a noble prince, living a life of unparalleled comfort.

It's true what they say: some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be beasts of burden their entire lives.

With such good conditions and such a good foundation, it would be a lie to say I'm not envious.

But what truly made the other Primarchs dislike Guilliman wasn't this, but rather his nonchalance, his air of being unaffected by the world, which, even though he had recognized the problem, still made people uncomfortable.

Especially the line, "I went home and had dinner with my mom."

Even the most good-natured Vulkan felt that Guilliman was dissing him when he said that, since the remaining 20 Primarchs could only make up one mother, and that mother had to be split in two: Corvus Corax's sister and Perturabo's sister.

Now that Guilliman said those words again, it was like Garen's whisper, breaking through defenses and delivering a critical hit, relentlessly stabbing at Ass, leaving both of them speechless.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Mordred was furious, but couldn't muster the anger. In the end, he just slumped to the ground, defeated, and fell into a state of impotent rage.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Sen's expression was also grim, but unlike Mordred, he was pondering an ultimate question: was Luther his adoptive father or adoptive mother, brother or son?

Only Sisyphus was fearless, petting a dog with his left hand and a cat with his right, a true entertainer.

"What? Did I say something wrong? My mother is my mother, not yours, you bunch of despicable thieves who only crawl in the shadows."

At this point, Guilliman in his juvenile form raised his chin, and with that arrogant posture, he looked exactly like a nasty brat who was showing off everywhere. Then a hand pressed down on his head.

"Radish, I never taught you to treat your brothers like this."

"But Mother, I'm not wrong. They are not my brothers. You only have one son, My Father, King Konnor, and you are my mother. These people are greedy, lazy, cunning, wicked, and stupid. They..."

"They are still your brothers!"

"Have you forgotten? You are the Primarch, the Lord of the Ultramar 500 Worlds, and the Lord Regent of the Empire."

As he watched his mother grow shorter and shorter in his eyes, from looking down at her to looking up at her, Guilliman was stunned. He knelt down and stroked Euten's already graying hair.

"Mother, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, my child." The elderly woman reached out her hands to straighten the crown on the giant's head. In Lady Yuton's eyes, no matter how tall Guilliman grew, he was still the child who followed behind her.

"It's time to wake up from this dream. You have more important things to do. Your brothers are coming to find you; don't keep them waiting too long."

Mordred.

"Ah! Me?"

Seeing Euten reach out to him, Mordred's anger vanished instantly. Without thinking, he lunged forward, shoving aside the inconvenient Guilliman in the process.

"Mother, am I not your proudest child?"

"Yes, yes, you are all my proudest children, you, Guilliman, and even the quiet Koz, you are all the same."

You are still as energetic as ever, while Koz is more taciturn. You always keep your thoughts to yourself, believing that you are omnipotent and can handle everything, but that will be exhausting.

You've always told me that the Master of Mankind is a riddle-maker, but I feel like you're becoming more and more like him.

"I didn't! I'm not that Yellow Skins, I've always had a plan."

Did you tell anyone about your previous plans?

Meeting Euten's slightly helpless gaze, Mordred swallowed back the words he was about to say. Just as Euten had said, the Emperor was a riddle, and wasn't he just as enigmatic?

If he had been able to be open and honest with all his brothers back then, and not view other Primarchs with prejudice, the Empire probably wouldn't be in the state it is today.

"Alright, let bygones be bygones. Only heaven knows what the future holds. It's getting late. Keep an eye on Guilliman for me."

The black cat rode the short-legged dog to the foot of Euten's feet, and followed their owner into the castle. The departing woman did not look back, for she knew her children would not disappoint her—not a single one of them.

Who is that woman?

"It's Lady Yuton," the Lion King said, glancing at Sisyphus. "And a very respectable lady as well."

When Guilliman Opened Eyes again, all he saw was gold. The Golden Throne behind him was unsettling, and the pure white castle was gone.

You're awake?

"Ah? Mordred and Sisyphus, you're back! I think I had a dream, and I dreamt about a short-legged dog, and also a big, fat cat with jet-black fur."

"Is the dog named Mordred? And the cat named Koz?"

Guilliman paused, as if he had remembered something. The cold floor offered him no comfort, and cold sweat poured down his back. He knew everything, yet he still refused to consider the facts he was about to face.

Looking at Kitty III, who had already had his tubes disconnected and was warming up beside him, Guilliman smiled with relief.

"Mordred, Mother told you to take good care of me, so you can't let her down! And Zhuang Sen, I was the one who promoted you to Warmaster, and you promised to be my best buddy for life. As for Sisyphus, what are you doing here!"

Wait, Caldor! Caldor! I see you, and those three over there too. What are you hiding for? I am your father! Why are you just standing there watching?

Ah--Stop! Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!

"Shut up, and be a good girl and stick your tongue out!"

The four Smurfs, dragged along on this official business, looked at each other, the deafening wails emanating from them, but none of them dared to move.

"Father seems to have changed back."

"Yeah, so can the four of us go back now?"

"How about we go out for a nice meal? I know a really good restaurant for Dog-men."

"No, isn't what we're doing a bit inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, all five eyes of the three men turned to Titus. After a brief silence, Titus finally shut his mouth, stroking the Black Sword in his hand and murmuring:

"I'm sorry, Father, I really love this Black Sword too much."