Chapter 834

Sitting in her own room, Alyona Anastasia had no idea she had become the subject of discussion between two Primarchs.

Terra Space Station had enough space to provide a private room for everyone who came here. As a captain of the Empire's navy, Alyona was fully entitled to request a room so vast it was almost frightening, but she had not.

She did not like that kind of extravagance.

Fenris was a land of frost, cruel and merciless, but it had also shaped certain unique traits in its people. There, those who did not understand cooperation, endurance, and thrift could not survive. The old and weak would even voluntarily give up a portion of their food to the strong so they would have enough strength to brave the wind and snow and go out hunting.

Having lived in such an environment since childhood, Alyona loathed the navy's wasteful habits to the extreme. She worked only with the Space Wolves not merely because she came from Fenris, but also because she simply could not stand the terrible habits many in the navy had, turning waste into instinct.

All these reasons combined were the truth behind why she now sat in this plain one-bedroom room, reading late into the night by lamplight. In her hands was a heavy book, one of the many accounts of combat experience from naval heroes that Rudolf had recommended to her during the meeting.

Alyona had to admit that after reading only the beginning, she had already benefited greatly. She read seriously, not skipping a single line, and even stopped from time to time to take notes.

For a Fenrisian, this was very rare.

When you were born on a death world, staying alive was already the sum of all expectations. Literacy was an incomparable luxury; perhaps