810. Questions Answered

"You mean he came to chat with you for a while?"

"You could put it that way, Roboute. You could put it that way."

Vulkan sat across from Guilliman, arms folded tight, his face taut, looking as if he were sulking. Guilliman, who rarely saw him with that expression, froze for two seconds, then suddenly laughed despite himself.

"That's all?" Guilliman shook his head as he laughed. "Forgive me, brother, but I truly want to know what he said to make you this angry."

Vulkan glanced at him, then began speaking expressionlessly. Five minutes later, Guilliman sat where he was with an ugly look on his face and began regretting having said that.

"...All right, he is indeed somewhat difficult to understand." Guilliman drew a deep breath and said as much. "And he put that book in my library?"

"Yes."

After receiving that affirmative answer, the Regent's expression abruptly darkened. He had spent a very long time arranging his library by category and clearing out some of the dross within it. And now, The Emperor had silently stuffed one of his own books inside.

Considering the things he had done in the past, Roboute Guilliman had reason to believe his library might already have been contaminated—The Emperor had definitely put in more than one book.

He was fastidious about his collection—or perhaps it should be called obsessive-compulsive, and for an obsessive-compulsive person, this sort of thing was pure disaster.

Vulkan took in his expression in full, and quickly realized that his brother had once again been overwhelmed by his own temper. Roboute Guilliman had always had this problem, and there was absolutely no correcting it.

If he could correct it, he would not be Guilliman.

"Calm down, brother."

Vulkan had no choice but to speak up and comfort him. Just