The Passion of Guilliman (End)

Guilliman never did find out who had spread that rumor. Of course, he knew perfectly well what his Scions thought of Yvraine, but how was he supposed to explain it?

Some things only grew more confusing the more one tried to explain them. After thinking it over again and again, he decided to set the matter aside.

There were more important things to do right now.

Such as a meeting with Belisarius Cawl.

There were many solemn conference halls aboard Macragge's Honour, but only one truly befitted the level of a "Primarch." Guilliman had arranged the meeting here, which already showed, to a certain extent, how much importance he attached to Belisarius.

However, this was, in fact, far from their first meeting.

"Repeat your application."

Guilliman rubbed his temples with a headache, trying hard not to stand up and give this Belisarius sub-unit a furious dressing-down—yes, the Mechanicus Priest had installed a sub-unit of himself on Macragge's Honour, remaining aboard the ship in a form similar to that of an adviser.

At the same time, however, his main body was still on Mars conducting one research project, or several.

As everyone knew, Belisarius Cawl basically had no sleeping hours. He devoted all his energy to research, and it was precisely because of this that he was extremely troublesome in certain respects.

No matter how Guilliman looked at it, this so-called "sub-unit" in front of him resembled an Abominable Intelligence, but he could only hold his nose and accept it. What else could he do?

The Mechanicus Priest, regarded by quite a few as the most heretical in history, spoke in his unique synthesized voice. "I would like to apply to go to the Vengeance for study."

Guilliman thought for a long time before asking cautiously, "How broad is the scope