"I think they need a good teacher."
"They also need a classroom."
"Or we could just set up a school. You know, they have a lot to learn."
"..."
After leaving the dimensional space, the Emperor went on and on about his opinions to Qin Mo.
The incubation pods containing the Primarchs had already been moved into the dimension.
Qin Mo had also established a "protected zone" within his dimensional space. Through technological means, he had made that unique dimension of countless lines resemble reality as much as possible, ensuring the Primarchs' souls would not be stripped away... Whether the dimension could strip the Primarchs' souls was still unknown, and it was not even certain whether they had souls. Still, it was best to be cautious.
"I heard from the Adeptus Custodes that you arranged for a respectable lady to care for the young Primarchs."
"I trust you, and I trust that the person you arranged is a very good person. But I hope she can learn how to care for Primarchs whose growth is astonishingly rapid. I will write a textbook for her to study later. I do not mean to demand too much from a mortal, but Primarchs are extraordinary."
"And..."
Just as the Emperor was about to continue rambling, Qin Mo looked at him. "Why can't you personally take on some of the responsibility of caring for the Primarchs?"
The Emperor's next words caught in his throat.
"Perhaps, when those Primarchs become more sensible, you could stand before them and say: Kids, I thought of many things for you and did many things for you." Qin Mo continued.
The Emperor raised his gaze toward the laboratory's exit.
As if thinking carefully, or perhaps merely stalling for time, the Emperor spoke after a moment. "The Achamanid Empire is