Konrad Curze

Vengeance.

Let's be honest: within the Empire, there were tens of thousands of ships named for vengeance, but only this one could plunge everyone who saw her into shock and bewilderment.

After all, this was a planet-sized warship.

On the third deck, a civilian in decent clothes was talking with an Astra Militarum soldier in plain dress. The two of them sat on a park bench. It was ten in the morning, Terra time, right when the sun had just come out. The sunlight simulated by the artificial dome was wonderfully comfortable, and the two of them sat there pleasantly on the bench, chatting while looking forward to the future.

"I heard the Fifth City's going to be built too? This soon?" the Astra Militarum soldier asked, the Double-headed Eagle emblem on his cap gleaming. "Didn't they only announce the Fourth City's completion half a year ago?"

"It's not like you don't know how efficient those construction crews are."

The civilian shrugged, took a bite of the apple in his hand, and the sweetness brought an involuntary smile to his face. "What's one city? You didn't see them rebuilding Terra three years ago. I was there back then. I even saw His Highness the Regent."

The Astra Militarum soldier rolled his eyes. "Come on, Edwin. Every time we talk, you bring that up again. Hmph, I've seen Vengeance's captain."

Hearing that, the civilian solemnly put down the apple in his hand and pointed at the dome above their heads. "You can't just say things like that, Cohen. The Emperor is watching us from above. The captain is a Living Saint. He's busy saving mankind every day. How could you possibly have seen him?"

"I did see him," Cohen said, flustered and exasperated. "Believe me or don't. Those texts describe the