"Travel?"
Sanguinius stared at Konrad Curze and Roboute Guilliman, utterly baffled.
He could not understand it.
These two, who normally had almost nothing to do with each other beyond the occasional simulation together, were now standing side by side and telling him that they were going to take a turn around Macragge together, calling it a trip. Konrad Curze was the tourist, while Roboute Guilliman was the guide.
Do I look that easy to fool? Sanguinius thought silently.
The Archangel repeated his question once more. "Travel? Roboute, are you serious? I mean, if Konrad threatened you by some means, you can just say so. I'll ask Vulkan to teach him a proper lesson."
Curze blinked and unconsciously straightened his back a little. The Lord of the Fire Drakes' full-strength embrace surged up again from some corner of his memory, and the Night Haunter shuddered in revulsion.
After dispelling that suffocating feeling of being completely enveloped, he said in a cheerful tone, "Don't think so poorly of me, Sanguinius. Occasionally, I also want to live like a normal person. Or are you going to stop me from pursuing normal behavior and deprive me of that right?"
Sanguinius made no comment on his words. In truth, he simply kept staring at Guilliman.
"Fine." Roboute Guilliman sighed. "I'm the one who wanted to go—and who asked Curze to go with me. Is that enough?"
"I suppose. It is." Konrad Curze smiled faintly and bowed. "Yes, Sanguinius, just as Roboute Guilliman, the most outstanding among us, has said, he merely wants to take me to see the work of his entire life. What do you think?"
"I think it's extremely suspicious, and at this particular point in time, no less."
Sanguinius's frown tightened. He lightly fanned his wings so that he could drift off