22. You Once Were

To be honest, Guilliman felt that lately his luck had been absolutely rotten.

He had wanted to chase after the Khan at once and explain everything clearly, only to realize that if he did, it would probably be no different from admitting it outright.

So he could only stand where he was and glare furiously at Yvraine—an expression that earned him a smile from her.

"What's wrong?"

Yvraine sounded as if she were asking despite already knowing the answer, and even took a step forward, completely unafraid of Guilliman's glare.

However, His Highness the Regent was no pushover, and quickly came up with a suitable excuse. He also stepped forward and snapped, "Why are you still on my ship?"

Yvraine's expression turned strange. "...Robert, even for you, that excuse is far too clumsy."

At the side, Little Horus watched the two of them with the look of someone enjoying a show. He was utterly engrossed, and did not feel that anything was wrong at all.

"...What are you talking about?"

Guilliman frowned. In truth, by this point he had already remembered that he was the one who had allowed Yvraine to remain aboard the ship, but in order to quickly extricate himself from this rarely experienced state of embarrassment, he still stiffened his neck and forced the subject onward.

But Aeldari were born actors, let alone Yvraine.

She weakly raised an arm and covered her mouth. "Oh, I understand, Robert... You want to drive me away, don't you?"

Guilliman's cheek twitched, while Little Horus watched with even greater relish—it was foreseeable that if this farce was to end quickly, it would certainly not do so according to Guilliman's wishes.

An armored iron hand reached in from outside the corridor and patted Little Horus on the shoulder. He turned his head