Holding Troy, Nova suddenly stepped into everyone's path, drawing all their eyes to her.
Ricardo stared at the Felinid Nova's face for a good while before recognition dawned.
"Oh, it's you, Nova. Is something the matter?"
Nova snorted.
"Uncle Ricardo, did you almost fail to recognize me?"
Ricardo looked a little embarrassed. He really hadn't recognized Nova.
Back when Inquisitor Thraxol was alive, Nova had been a mistress and bodyguard at most, beneath his notice.
Now that Inquisitor Thraxol was dead, Nova was even less significant in the eyes of the Golden Lion Family's members.
But the child Nova had given birth to was rather special. He was the last bloodline Inquisitor Thraxol had left in the world, making him extremely important to Thraxol's small branch of the family.
But because Troy had been born to a Felinid and bore Felinid features, he was completely unacceptable to those old goldnecks on Terra.
Ricardo's embarrassment lasted only a moment before his expression became indifferent again.
"Ms. Nova, is there something you wish to say to me?"
His cold attitude made Nova frown, but she had expected it.
She snorted as well, slipped her hands under Troy's arms, and held the child out a little.
"This is your grandnephew, Troy. He looks like Thraxol, and he inherited two cat ears and two cat tails from me.
You old lions despised me for giving birth to a cat and refused to let this kitten enter your lion's den through the front door.
But today, I'm telling you that this little kitten, who's only six years old, is a Beta-level Psyker!"
At those words, Ricardo's pupils abruptly contracted, his face full of disbelief.
The Imperium's Psyker classifications, from lowest to highest, were roughly as follows:
Omicron, Kappa: their psychic power was only a little