The Emperor's Children's Second Company captain had also fallen in the war. Ferrus Manus felt disappointed and guilty over his mistake and lack of ability, yet he kept his iron-like face taut and said nothing.
Roboute Guilliman had also attended the funeral for the fallen. He was displeased by the sacrifice of three companies, but he remained calm and did not lash out in front of Ferrus Manus.
Seeing Guilliman display such bearing, Ferrus Manus felt somewhat envious. Of course, he knew he was too rough around the edges, but that was simply his nature, and it was truly difficult to change. If he could learn Guilliman's calm, kingly poise and his superb political skill of subduing others without a fight, Ferrus Manus would be delighted.
"I could tell back then. Ferrus Manus wanted to apologize to Guilliman, while Guilliman wanted to put the matter behind them. But neither could bring himself to swallow his pride, so I went over to Ferrus Manus and told him that Guilliman actually admired him very much." Fulgrim's expression did not look very good as he spoke of this, filled more with helplessness than anything else.
"And then?" Jaghatai leaned forward slightly, deeply curious about what came next. "Did Ferrus Manus and Guilliman shake hands and make peace?"
Fulgrim shook his head. "It would have been nice if they had. Ferrus Manus got stubborn and said he didn't care."
Jaghatai froze for a moment before saying with both amusement and exasperation, "Guilliman's devotion was misplaced."
"Misplaced devotion? Hahaha, that's exactly it." Fulgrim found Jaghatai's choice of words quite interesting. Thinking it over, it really was just like that.
Guilliman was like a disciplinary prefect, impeccable in both dress and speech. He ordinarily had nothing to do with Ferrus Manus, who was like a delinquent,