Perturabo left with the Iron Warriors, saying he was going to make them some Dreadnoughts that could be worn over their power armor. No one knew what he was so fixated on.
But to the Iron Warriors, as long as it was a gift made by their father... no, mother, they would gladly accept it.
Rogal Dorn watched Perturabo and the Iron Warriors depart when he suddenly felt someone's gaze lock onto him. He immediately looked back and found Helbrecht, High Marshal of the Black Templars, lowering his head before Dorn's eyes could reach him and silently staring at the ground.
"Is there a problem, Helbrecht?" Dorn asked.
Helbrecht respected Dorn's status and strength, so he did not dare delay or show any negligence as he voiced the thoughts in his heart.
"Father, why didn't you become a woman? Was becoming a woman voluntary?"
Because Jaghatai didn't know how to write my feminized version...
Dorn nearly blurted out the truth, but fortunately, his honesty had become much more flexible now. Remembering Guilliman's reminder, he gave Helbrecht an emotionless explanation.
"Because you are my children. My strongest children."
Hearing Dorn's words, Guilliman could not help rolling his eyes, inwardly mocking him. That explanation was no different from no explanation at all.
But Helbrecht and several other Imperial Fists warriors were deeply pleased. All they heard was that they were their father's strongest sons, and immense joy and happiness instantly scattered their doubts.
Where there were those unwilling to pursue the matter, there were also those willing to do so.
Kor'sarro Khan, for instance. He had not seen his Primarch, Jaghatai, here, so he quickly approached Guilliman and respectfully asked where his father had gone.
"Oh... him?" Guilliman smiled. Naturally, Jaghatai had been locked in the Black Cells beneath the Imperial Palace