One Day!

Calgar's knuckles were slightly white as he held the book.

Damn it!

He was screaming inside.

Even the Gene-Father has gone this far!

He seemed to see himself after death, his soul attempting to return to the Golden Throne, only to be stopped by the Emperor (or some angel in charge of the review), who coldly questioned him:

"During your lifetime, you actually had the heart to let the Primarch had devoted himself to humanity, handle state affairs alone, while you leisurely read books?"

Then he was kicked into the turbulent flow of Warp... The scene was incredibly impactful.

His eyes remained fixed on the words on the page, but the characters had become distorted and disjointed, no longer able to enter his brain.

He dared not look up, dared not look in Guilliman's direction.

He feared that if he just glanced at it, his newly established, fragile "line of defense" would crumble.

Then, uncontrollably and habitually, my body will stand up, walk towards that damned desk, and pick up that pen that feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.

However... even with his super brain and super processing speed enhanced by the Vitruum bloodline, the mountain of official business would take him most of the day to process, leaving him dizzy and overwhelmed.

He could hardly imagine how his father had dealt with such a vast amount of trivial matters day after day for so many years before.

On the one hand, he can coordinate the overall situation and command the army to win one tough battle after another.

Their father was truly great... and also worked so hard.

All right...

Calgar let out a final sigh, filled with resigned helplessness.

The Gene-Father certainly had a tough time.

There's nothing I can do; I love my father, and my father loves me too.

He couldn't resist in the end; his eyes darted around very slightly as he stealthily and quickly glanced at Guilliman out of the corner of his eye.

That one glance, and it's all over.

He came face to face with Guilliman's face, which had somehow returned to him.

Where was the "loneliness and exhaustion" from before on that face?

It was clearly a mixture of ten parts sincerity, twenty parts pitifulness, thirty parts grievance, and fifty parts relief and expectation that "the son is finally going to understand his old father."

At the bottom lies an unchanging layer of resilience born of responsibility.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "I knew it, my Calgar is the most sensible."

The last shred of psychological defense, like frost and snow under the sun, melted away in an instant.

Calgar slammed the book shut, the movement somewhat rude.

But before closing the book, he carefully clipped the leather bookmark in place—he decided he would definitely finish that section tomorrow.

He stood up, his Power Armour emitting a series of soft clanging sounds, as if mourning his impending loss of leisure time.

"Yes, Father."

Calgar's voice was dry and strained, carrying a complex mix of resentment and forced compliance.

"I see.

I understand how difficult it has been for you.

He emphasized the last two words.

"But," he suddenly raised his voice, trying to seize the last bit of initiative, "This is the last time!"

You must assure me, with the honor of Gene-Father!

This is the last time!

Tomorrow, I absolutely will not! Handle these... these damned, soul-draining administrative tasks for you again!

Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Ah! This is wonderful!"

Just moments ago, Guilliman seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world, but now he was suddenly infused with boundless energy.

He sprang up from the chair with a "whoosh," his movements so agile that they completely contradicted the "old" image he had just created.

A bright, almost overly solicitous smile spread across his face as he strode over to Calgar.

"Calgar, you truly are my best, most considerate, and most understanding son!"

Guilliman slapped Calgar's heavy shoulder armor with such force that it made a loud thud. "Here, as a thank you, quickly hand over your ' Loyalist's Glory '!"

I've recently come up with some new ideas about combining Psionic Energy and matter, and my Psionic Energy level has increased a little. I'll take this opportunity to 'modify' this sword a bit more for you!

It might even be able to add a little bit of 'automatic target acquisition' auxiliary spirit rune!

The Loyalist's Glory was the name that Calgar specifically chose for his sword.

This means that his sword will forever remain loyal to Guilliman.

At that moment, Guilliman's eyes shone brightly, and he rubbed his hands together.

He looked like a craftsman eager to get started, as if the arduous task of handling government affairs was completely irrelevant to him.

Calgar looked at his father's almost radiant face, then looked down at the precious sword at his waist that had accompanied him in battle.

The slight annoyance at being schemed against was suddenly diluted by a feeling of warmth.

At least... my father genuinely wanted to give me good things.

Although the method was a bit... cunning.

"Yes, Father."

Calgar finally revealed a genuine, somewhat helpless smile, unsheathed his sword, and solemnly handed it to Guilliman with both hands:

"Thank you for your help."

"Leave these... tasks to me."

He turned around, taking heavy yet resolute steps as if heading to his execution.

He walked to the huge desk piled high with documents and picked up the pen that symbolized endless responsibility.

Right outside the heavy, carved wooden door of the office, the Second Company, Cato Sicarius, who called himself the Legion's number one swordsman, was quietly removing his ear from the door panel.

His handsome face was etched with complex emotions: first a sigh of relief (thankfully it wasn't me who was conscripted), followed by deep annoyance and a hint of jealousy.

"Tsk."

He sighed helplessly and shook his head.

He had originally planned that once Calgar persisted a little longer and completely rejected his father, he would 'just happen' to pass by, then 'indignantly' rush in and grit his teeth to take over the work for his father...

While we're at it, let's also bring over those few of his smartest staff officers to work together.

That way, his father will surely remember his kindness, and might even be pleased...

His gaze became incredibly fervent, as if piercing through the door and seeing the "Loyalist's Glory" in Guilliman's hand being infused with new power.

"... then it will be my turn to have a unique Power Sword forged by my own hands."

He took one last regretful look at the office door, as if that door had shut down the shortcut to his dreams.

Then, after straightening his crisp uniform, and carrying with him unfulfilled ambitions and a determination to seize the next opportunity, he quietly left the corridor.

Cato Sicarius: One day my father will understand! I am the son who loves him the most, one day!!

The seventh watch! The seventh watch!

Just two more days until the holiday! Then Dad's going to have a blast pounding my big fingers on my keyboard!

Finally, I'm still begging for a free little gift and a 5-star review!