"That was what happened, teacher."
The Mage waved a hand. "I told you, you don't need to come ask my permission for these matters anymore. Your wisdom in warfare far surpasses mine, let alone the conclusions you reach after discussing them together—so, if you all agree with Fulgrim's suggestion, then do it."
"Central Hub, adjust the Vengeance's speed according to Fulgrim's words."
"Understood."
Guilliman rubbed the spot between his brows. Fulgrim's brief words had stirred the Primarchs' emotions. Though the debate afterward had seemed even more intense, those words instead lingered in his heart for a long time.
He thought to himself, Yes, they should fear us.
"Teacher, regarding that governor—"
"—call him Ghoul."
He Shenyan suddenly spoke, uttering a single word.
It surprised Guilliman—he did not know why the Mage would use that term to describe the governor.
In his view, that word should not have been associated with such a loyalist. If it had been anyone else, Guilliman would have refuted it at once, and might even have felt anger.
But since it had come from the Mage, he remained silent.
Because he knew his teacher definitely had more to say. This distinctive way of speaking was one of his traits.
He Shenyan spun his chair with a half-smile, just so he could prop his feet up on the table. As if he knew what Roboute Guilliman was thinking, he spoke slowly.
"Don't misunderstand me, Roboute. That's the new name he gave himself. The treatment pod has healed the injuries he suffered, and Central Hub resolved the problems with his mind as well. After he remembered everything, that was the new name he gave himself."
He turned his head and spoke softly. "Lictor, could I trouble you to bring this Ghoul here?"
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