Intuition transcended reason and arithmetic logic, existing only as a special kind of perception. Perturabo disdained such so-called intuition, but now every cell in his body was telling him not to provoke that woman.
Amid the intense sense of danger, Perturabo calmed down. He watched Oedmeir close the window again and asked Lin Fan, "Who is she?"
"A scientist from the Golden Age. She made your talent limiter."
Perturabo's eyes lit up. Among all his brothers, no one shared his mad obsession with the Golden Age. He had spent sleepless nights reading in the library of the Imperial Palace on Terra, and on every world his legion reached, he had collected relics of the Golden Age in hopes of learning even fragments about that glorious era.
Now, however, a Golden Age scientist was right upstairs. How could Perturabo not be excited?
"Really?"
"I swear, if even a word I said is false, may The Emperor and the other four gods die horrible deaths."
"...That truly is a venomous oath." Perturabo was astonished by Lin Fan's unguarded tongue. Excitedly, he climbed the building, moving across the vertical wall like a spider, until he crashed headfirst through Oedmeir's window.
Watching Perturabo, Lin Fan offered a brief prayer for his recklessness, because in the next moment, Oedmeir's 110 Probability Cannon blasted Perturabo back out. A charred black lump fell to the ground.
"All right, nothing else is happening here. You can disperse."
Lin Fan skillfully spat a mouthful of old soup onto the heavily injured Perturabo, then carried him into the building.
Several days later, Perturabo woke from his coma again. This time, his emotions were much steadier, without the suspicion and excitement of his first awakening.
"I want to be her assistant." That was Perturabo's first sentence after waking.
"Huh? He wants