Old Man Huang, You Really Are Biased

Celestine stood quietly to one side, waiting for Fulgrim and Konrad Curze to finish their exchange. She did not understand the deeper meaning behind their words, but she knew better than to be overly curious about the distant, ancient past.

Konrad Curze eventually quieted down. No longer troubled by prophetic visions, his intelligence and reason reclaimed the high ground.

"Go ahead and watch first~" Fulgrim said as he left the room, leaving the saintly Celestine somewhat at a loss.

Konrad Curze narrowed his eyes at Celestine for a while, but did not rudely drive her out. He merely remarked that The Emperor truly was biased.

Biased?

Celestine still did not understand, but Konrad Curze had no intention of explaining further. He inserted the videotape into the machine, leaned against the wall, and sat down to enjoy the second season of My Little Pony.

After a while, Konrad Curze spoke in displeasure.

"How much longer are you going to flutter around in midair? You're disturbing me."

"I'm very sorry!"

"Go find somewhere to sit. Far away from me."

"Yes!"

Celestine went to the other corner of the room and sat with her arms around her knees. The wings behind her folded back, forming cushions that kept her from the wall.

The movement shook loose quite a few feathers. The spotless feathers fell to the floor, then turned into specks of light and melted into the room.

"So biased..." Konrad Curze muttered, then quietly continued watching the cartoon.

Several more months passed. Biel-Tan's craftworld had already taken in a large number of allied troops, while the supporting facilities rose rapidly under the construction teams' efforts.

Roboute Guilliman's newly established Big Canteen Diplomatic Support Group was also stationed here. This fledgling organization was composed of members of the Ultramarines' 4th Company. Uriel