I Want to Play This Game Too!

"Yes, yes, I know, I know."

Who isn't a hero?

Guilliman waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet, as if he were soothing a noisy child, but the coldness deep in his eyes did not melt away in the slightest.

He suddenly changed the subject, and that enigmatic smile reappeared on his face:

"Speaking of which... do you know who I am?"

Lucius was taken aback by this abrupt question.

He forced himself to calm down and think quickly:

The other party was clearly the leader of this group of Ultramarines.

Such a tall stature, and armor of the purest azure blue (without any sub-command insignia)...

His temperament was even more extraordinary... Could it be...?

"You... you are Ultramarines... the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines?"

Lucius tentatively and cautiously voiced his speculation.

This was the highest-ranking commander he could imagine in the Space Marines system.

Hahahaha!

Guilliman suddenly burst into hearty laughter, pointed at Lucius, and said to Calgar:

"Did you hear that, Calgar?"

This kid... he's not stupid!

Upon hearing this, Calgar grinned in response.

However, on his usually serious face, the smile appeared somewhat stiff, even... with an unsettling sense of exaggeration.

The nobleman's son, whom he had released, had his head freed from the grasp of that Iron Hands.

In an instant, it felt as if all the bones had been removed from her body; her eyes rolled back, and she slumped into the luxurious chair, completely terrified and fainting.

Guilliman, having finished laughing, looked back at Lucius, whose face was ashen, and explained in a relaxed tone:

"However, you are wrong, mortal."

"I am not the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines."

He pointed at Calgar: "The man who just spoke to me, Calgar, is the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Legion, the Guardian of Macragge."

At Guilliman's prompting glance, Calgar once again gave Lucius that "nuclearly kind," stiff, and exaggerated smile.

Thump!

Lucius's legs went completely weak this time, and he collapsed to his knees, his brain working like an overloaded engine!

If that imposing giant was the Chapter Master...

So who could it be that sits there so calmly, as if everything is under control, and even the Chapter Master treats him with utmost respect?!

A name he had only seen in the oldest family records, almost treated as myths and legends, and in blurry portraits.

An unbelievable rumor, which had only recently begun to circulate secretly in aristocratic circles, struck his consciousness like a thunderbolt!

Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar!

Ultramarines Legion Primarch!

The Emperor's thirteenth son!

The Return of the Son of God— Robert Guilliman!!!

"M-Master... no... Your Primarch!!"

Lucius's voice had completely changed, filled with boundless fear and a desperate plea:

"I didn't know it was you! I really didn't know you would come here!"

My father... my father didn't know either!

If we had known, we would have welcomed you with the most solemn ceremony! I..."

"Um,"

Guilliman interrupted him calmly, a smile still on his face, "It would be strange if you knew."

"How could you, the son of a Planetary Governor, know about our operation so secretly..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chilling glint flashed in his smile.

"... Then right now, I should just crush your head. Don't you agree?"

Lucius felt as if he had been choked; all the words were stuck in his throat, leaving only a more violent trembling.

"Alright, you now know my identity."

Guilliman seemed to have lost interest in continuing the identity puzzle, leaning back against the railing, his tone returning to its initial inquisitive tone:

"So, let's go back to that question."

You only allow these two workers to beat each other like this for your amusement because of your 'noble status' and 'bloodline of meritorious officials,' right?

Is this your logic?

"Yes... yes... sir..."

Lucius's voice was barely audible.

Hahahaha!

Guilliman laughed again, this time with a hint of amusement and... a touch of mockery.

"Class, what a wonderful thing it is, isn't it?"

They share the same blood and look the same, yet they can still be divided into different classes and social classes based on some vague and intangible things.

Some people, who may have made no contribution in their lives, can still live a high and mighty position because of their family's influence, bossing around and having the power of life and death over those who truly create value.

He spoke calmly, as if stating an objective phenomenon.

"Certainly,"

Guilliman then changed the subject, shrugging:

"I don't mean to completely oppose 'class'. Order needs structure, the military needs hierarchy, and to some extent, society needs it too."

Just as Lucius felt a fleeting, absurd hope rising in his heart because of those words, Guilliman's finger pointed at him again.

"However, I found the 'game' you just played... quite interesting."

Guilliman's face broke into an even more "amiable" smile, as if he had truly been intrigued:

"How about I join you? Lucius Anvil, son of the Planetary Governor, would you... like to play with me?"

Lucius trembled violently, almost shaking his head off:

"No, no, no... Your Primarch!"

"How... how can you be allowed to engage in such... such... undignified duels! This... this is absolutely blasphemy!"

What are you thinking about?

Guilliman chuckled, as if he had heard an utterly ridiculous idea. "How could someone as noble as myself possibly step into the arena and duel with you?"

He pointed to Calgar, which stood like an iron tower beside him, his tone as casual as if he were assigning a trivial task:

"You should fight him."

Then, he turned to Calgar with a smile and asked:

"Calgar, my child, would you mind... spending a little time 'playing' with this 'noble' mortal aristocrat?"

After all, he seemed to really enjoy this 'game'."

Calgar grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. His smile was no longer stiff; instead, it was filled with a chilling anticipation of something about to be unleashed.

"Of course, no problem, Dad. I'd be happy to... 'accompany' you."

With that, he took heavy steps and walked to Lucius was kneeling on the ground.

Like picking up a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, Calgar stretched out his large hand and easily lifted the limp Lucius off the ground.

He leaned close to Lucius's deathly pale face, a face etched with despair, and whispered in a tone that was almost "sincere," yet terrified Lucius:

"Don't look at me like that, young master."

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not being born into my father's family.

After all, this was an order from the son of the God-Emperor.

"I... I can't do anything about it!"

I wrote all 7 chapters with all my might.

Considering how hard Dad works over the weekend.

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