The Round Table Conference (Part 1, Blood Angel, 3k)

Memory was ever-changing, almost alive. Once certain details were forgotten, memory would fill the gaps with things that had never happened.

Fulgrim frowned and set down the book in his hands. Even now, he still could not agree with some of the views in these books. But that was only natural. Books were compiled and written by people, and words inevitably carried the will and opinions of those people.

And disagreement was one of the most common things among humans. No one could completely approve of another person. At most, they could only seek common ground while preserving their differences.

Fulgrim fell silent for a moment, then laughed despite himself. His smile drew Russ's gaze, and the latter gave a displeased grunt. "What're you laughing at, Fulgrim?"

"Something interesting." The Phoenix gave him a reserved nod. "So, what have we gathered here for today?"

In the spacious room, six Primarchs sat around a round table. Fulgrim, Leman Russ, Vulkan, Jaghatai Khan, Roboute Guilliman, and Sanguinius, who sat in the seat of honor.

"I'd like to know the answer to that as well."

Vulkan said wearily, "I've spent an entire week by the forge. Today was supposed to be my day off, and I had planned to take that child for a walk around Terra Space Station. And to see when my Scions would arrive, while I was at it."

After saying that, he glanced at Guilliman. The latter spoke helplessly. "They're on their way—for the teacher's sake, Vulkan, I really didn't make them clear out those Hive Cities along the route. They wanted to do it themselves! They said it was so they would have enough honor to set foot on Holy Terra."

"Ahem." Sanguinius coughed lightly, drawing his brothers' attention. "We can speak of these matters later. The purpose