My Path Is Not Lonely

"Well..."

A sigh was heard.

Guilliman stopped what he was doing; there was no point in pushing him any further.

Yes, Magnus had been listening to those resounding words while he was being attacked.

As the regent of the Imperium of Man, handling two matters simultaneously was already a routine part of his life.

At his peak, he could create 100 Psionic Energy to batch modify files.

Emperor and Malcador: We know this one well!

The Imperium's vast ocean of documents could only be contained on parchment; all the documents of the 500 Worlds of Ultramar were piled up on Macragge.

If left unattended for five years, the surface of Macragge would be filled in.

Thinking of this, Guilliman became even more indignant and struck Magnus twice more hard.

Magnus: "You're so high and mighty, you're so awesome!"

"I know you don't want to call him father, but there are some things you can't avoid doing just because you don't want to."

"This is true for you Grey Knights, and it is also true for us Primarch."

Guilliman's voice softened somewhat, but there was a hint of helplessness in it.

Then he plopped down on Magnus, adopting the posture of a teacher.

"Just as I, or your genetic father Magnus, thought back then."

"I don't want to call the Emperor 'father'."

"In my eyes, my only father is my adoptive father Konor Guilliman."

"My mother will always be Euten."

"Oh my god! I'm telling you about my mother. When I was three years old, I didn't want to call her 'mother'."

But that day she prepared a huge gift for me! A huge cake, which she made herself! She made me a Primarch- level cake by hand!

"That cake was absolutely delicious! I don't usually like sweets, but I finished it all that time. My mother's cooking skills are truly exceptional!"

"Let me tell you about all the gifts she gave me over those 30 years... cough cough, I'm getting off topic, let's get back to it."

"After the Imperium is pacified, I will spend the rest of my life searching for her. If she has passed away, I will pay my respects at her grave after I find her."

"This is true family affection, and it's genuine, heartfelt recognition."

"I will never serve my father under the Emperor, because he did not give me fatherly love."

"The kindness of giving birth can be repaid in one lifetime, but the kindness of raising one can never be repaid in a hundred lifetimes."

"But the debt of gratitude is still there, even if it's just the debt of giving birth to you."

"On this point alone, you have to call my brother 'Dad'."

"I've explained it to you from an ethical standpoint. Now I'll explain it to you again from the perspective of the country's future and the people's happiness."

"Listen carefully, young man."

"I've already been very generous of you by simply offering you an ethical explanation."

"I've already dragged the country and the people into this. If you still dare to refuse, believe me, I'll beat you up with my big shovel!"

Guilliman raised his Hand of Dominion, the metal gleaming coldly in the air, clearly poised to strike at any moment.

"You say it, you say it, I believe you."

Voldus quickly adopted a posture of listening attentively, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Guilliman let out a sigh of relief, still sitting on Magnus, shifting his position a few times, and then began explaining to Voldus:

Magnus needs his child.

"You may not accept this, but he is indeed one of the more sentimental types among our Primarch."

"He loved his children; he was not a heartless or ungrateful man."

"He loves his father more than I do."

"What happened back then was just an accident."

"But that accident was too big. It was a colossal accident that brought the entire Imperium of Man to a standstill."

"He betrayed us because he couldn't take it anymore, and from my current perspective, I despise him for that."

"But that's from my perspective, from an outsider's perspective."

"If we were to approach this situation from the perspective of an ordinary person, everyone would feel helpless."

"I know very well that you Grey Knights have very strict discipline; you hold yourselves to the standards of saints."

"But this discipline is also one-sided; it doesn't tell you how to apply other rules to others."

"Then I will draw a path for you here, and I, Imperial Regent, should be qualified to do so."

To put it simply, this is an Old Terra proverb!

"Demand of yourself the standards of a sage, and demand of others the standards of an ordinary person."

"If you want to be a saint, no one can stop you."

"But you can't expect everyone in this world to be a saint."

Even if he is a Primarch.

Magnus felt a sense of warmth even though Guilliman was sitting on his buttocks.

He originally thought his brothers were only considering taking him in for the sake of the Imperium's future.

But in retrospect, it came from the heart.

At least they put themselves in his shoes and considered his perspective.

No matter how stubborn or stupid he is, this red Ogryn couldn't possibly be unable to tell the difference between good and bad words.

At that moment, Magnus only felt warmth.

A warmth welled up from the bottom of his heart, making his eyes redden.

Although he was already incredibly famous.

Let's give him a chance to atone.

"Give the Imperium a chance to move towards the future, towards a brighter future."

"This opportunity isn't just in my hands, it's in yours too, Voldus."

"This opportunity is in everyone's hands."

"I've grasped what I had, and I'll grasp even more of what I can grasp next."

"You should also take advantage of your own opportunities."

"Faced with the grand theme of human rejuvenation, let's set aside our personal feelings!"

That's not the most important thing.

"The Imperium needs a Primarch who is skilled in Psionic Energy."

"The Grey Knights need a strong leader."

"The Imperium is too weak now!"

Guilliman finished his last sentence with a sigh, as if expressing deep emotion.

The Emperor remained standing silently to the side.

No one could sense the change in the emotions of this Master of Mankind at that moment.

But the Black Sun in the Warp, in its normally cold light, now revealed a hint of sorrow.

If you were to pierce through the golden light formed from countless beliefs emanating from the Emperor, you would see his tightly pursed lips.

Just as the Emperor himself symbolizes, he symbolizes humanity.

He has all the emotions that humans have.

However, those emotions were obscured by countless rational thoughts and the radiance of countless beliefs.

He is still human!

Even if he is a god among men.

Hearing Guilliman's words, and feeling the same torment his son was going through, yet still putting everything aside for the sake of the great cause of humanity.

The Emperor had a thousand words in his heart.

He wanted to stand up and hug Guilliman as a sign of male affirmation.

He wanted to smile at Guilliman again, to show a father's support for his son.

He can have countless stances and countless identities, and these things have always been effective in his past.

Emperor can adopt any posture to please anyone he wants to be close to.

But now the Emperor is starting to dislike this trait; he doesn't know how to face Guilliman.

Emperor loves no one, yet Emperor also loves everyone; love inevitably leads to bias.

Compared to ordinary people, Emperor are destined to love their sons more...

But he cannot be influenced, because the cost of such influence would be error, bias, the potential destruction of the Imperium of Man, and the possible interruption of humanity's revival!

Only the Master of Mankind cannot shoulder such a responsibility!

Therefore, he cannot be swayed by emotions; all sorts of feelings are impacting him...

In the end, it can only be summed up in a sigh from the Master of Mankind:

"I am not alone on this path!"