Lin Fan ended the transmission. Krippman sat in his chair, covering his face with one hand, and said nothing more.
Everyone in the expedition fleet's conference room fell silent as well. Kaiser Whitefang had long since finished his mead. He gripped the canister and sighed.
"Alright, let's go down and take a look. Krippman, don't be so suspicious. I swear on Fenris, that man could never betray the Imperium. Even if you don't trust me, you should trust Inquisitor Vissi."
Krippman looked at Vissi as she nodded to him and reluctantly accepted Kaiser Whitefang's suggestion. After all, he had no other choice.
They prepared to set out for the world of Landes to select personnel and transport ships.
As for their purpose, Kaiser Whitefang felt it could be concealed. He merely told Westad, the Kasare Legion's general, not to reveal what had been discussed in the meeting.
General Westad had originally intended to sneak out of the conference room. After all, he had heard far too many secrets he should not have heard today. That Soap was definitely no ordinary person.
At first, he had thought Soap was merely some miraculous young man blessed by The Emperor. But now, it seemed this fellow knew far too much dark history.
Westad was beginning to wonder whether Soap was some ancient monster who had lived all the way from the era of the Great Crusade to the present.
Watching Kaiser Whitefang approach step by step with an unreadable expression, Westad looked worse than if he were crying. Trembling, he could only raise his hand in an Aquila Salute.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not going to kill you. The Inquisition is the only one that does purges like that."
"Yes... my lord..."
A large hand gently gripped General Westad's shoulder. Kaiser Whitefang's