Konrad Curze had always hated Corax. Among the Primarchs, that was hardly a secret anymore.
The book in Konrad Curze's hands had also hit Corax's sore spot, because Jaghatai had cleverly devised a plot in which Corax and Konrad Curze came to realize, through several confrontations, that there was no difference between them.
Looking at their similar faces and their identical natures beneath entirely different outward temperaments, the two Primarchs found salvation in one another.
Naturally, that sort of salvation was something Konrad Curze disliked.
Not only because the plot in the book was raping his brain over and over again, but also because he was infuriated by how Konrad Curze remained in the passive position throughout their relationship.
Did Jaghatai think Corax was more aggressive than him, the Night Haunter?
Cold sweat ran down Jaghatai's cheeks. It was not because he feared Konrad Curze, but because he himself felt that the love story between Konrad Curze and Corax had indeed been written somewhat hastily.
Much of it had simply come from sudden inspiration, without any careful polishing or organization.
But would Jaghatai admit that before the Primarchs? Of course not. As a Primarch, he had his own dignity. That remained true even if, in The Emperor's and his brothers' eyes, he was now worse than dead.
Jaghatai sneered, then said with complete certainty, "Konrad Curze, you may look mad and terrifying, but I know there is a weakness buried deep inside you. As long as someone offers you even the slightest tenderness, you'll lose yourself in it like a madman. Compared to you, I think Corax is the stronger one."
Konrad Curze let out a hissing cry. Before he could do anything to Jaghatai, The Emperor's power erupted from his palm, firmly restraining Konrad Curze and pressing him back