The Vaccine Problem

This positive mindset lasted only five hours. Then, the room was left with nothing but Jaghatai's dejected sighs. Every time he finished processing an edict, he checked the clock. When he found that only a few seconds had passed, he squeezed out an even more miserable howl from his throat.

Ring-ring! The Blackstone bell installed on the desk suddenly rang. This was Oedmeir's direct line, and only something extremely important would make her use this communication device.

"Stop processing the documents for now. Hurry down to the underground laboratory. I have good news to tell you."

Oedmeir's voice reached Jaghatai's ears. The moment he heard that he did not need to process documents, a smile he could barely contain blossomed across his face.

Before her words had even faded, Jaghatai rushed out of the room. The Lamenter standing guard outside had not reacted at all. He stared blankly at the wide-open door and empty room. After marveling at the primarch's speed, he entered and took over the government affairs the primarch had been handling.

Five minutes later, Jaghatai had already run to the underground laboratory. He stretched his slightly stiff limbs, greatly enjoying the unrestrained feeling that running brought him.

Perturabo and Rogal Dorn appeared behind Jaghatai thirty seconds later. Neither looked well. There were faint dark circles beneath their eyes, and their fingers in particular—Jaghatai could see that they were doing their utmost to keep the fingers that held their pens from trembling.

"I imagine the unprocessed documents on your desk could be piled into a fortress by now?"

"Still better than rolling your documents up and sticking them together like cannon barrels."

The two primarchs began bickering the moment they met. Jaghatai rather enjoyed watching them quarrel.

The old Perturabo would never have said such things. He would