Belisarius Cawl's Illusory Dream (Part 2)

Today was already the second day after the simulation pod experience ended, and Belisarius Cawl sat in his room as if his soul had left his body. On the table before him lay many spread-out manuscripts.

After being emergency-ejected from the simulation pod, he had not performed a self-diagnosis at once. Instead, ignoring everyone else's attempts to dissuade him, he had returned to his room immediately.

He began to draw—the mechanical hand poured his passion and memories onto those sheets of white paper with incomparable precision, and a mechanical colossus that blended elegance with killing intent began to come alive on the page. He drew more and more, more and more, unwilling even to stop and rest, all so that its image could be completely engraved in his memory.

From a physiological perspective, Cawl did not need such behavior to help him deepen the impression. This sub-unit was a cyborg; memory, to him, was something he could retrieve and use at will. And yet, deep within him, a voice kept clamoring, telling him to draw more.

As if by doing so, he could draw a little closer to it.

"You are too beautiful."

He stared at the giant god on the manuscript and murmured to himself, "It must have been the Machine god who designed you. Only It understands the beauty of machinery so deeply. Only It could design a treasure as beautiful as you..."

When Cawl said this, his tone was so soft it was almost uncanny, practically like whispering to a lover.

Considering his identity, if anyone else heard it, some rather unpleasant rumors might spread. For example, that priest Cawl had been corrupted by Slaanesh, and so on.

No.

He shot to his feet, making up his mind to find that lord and ask him exactly what