Round Table Viewing (6)

Once bustling, only five people remained around the round table. Setting one of them aside for the moment, the other four looked at one another, with none showing any intention of speaking first.

This awkward silence lasted for a while, until blue light flashed again and returned Magnus and Lorgar Aurelian.

Unfortunately, neither of them had any interest in talking or sharing. One was muttering absentmindedly, his face full of disbelief as he rambled about experimental protocols. The other was in a state of extreme fury, his face—so similar to the Emperor's—twisted into something unbearable to look at.

This scene seemed to touch some nerve in Konrad Curze associated with joy, and he immediately broke into shrill, ear-piercing laughter, laughing so hard he nearly toppled from his broad chair.

Whatever he was laughing about, at least three people around the round table could not tolerate this behavior.

However, only one of them chose to speak up and stop him.

"Shut up," Perturabo growled darkly.

Naturally, those words had no effect. Curze not only failed to stop, but even raised a hand to point at him, laughing even harder. The way he rocked back and forth made one wonder whether he had gone mad.

Unable to endure it any longer, Perturabo rose to his feet and drew his sword in an instant.

Sword in hand, he strode toward his brother, who was still curled up in his chair and jeering at him. His steps were utterly resolute, as though he truly intended to kill.

"Don't," Ferrus Manus urged.

Perturabo reluctantly halted and looked back.

Rogal Dorn withdrew the hand that had gripped his shoulder and calmly sat back down.

"Do not concern yourself with him. What you should be doing now is remembering and learning."

Perturabo put away his sword with