What's So Funny?

"Lord Lin En, please take a seat."

After searching the cabin, the two Adeptus Custodes led Lin En to the seat.

The battleship's captain's quarters were absurdly spacious. A vast hall held a huge star map table across its center, with the captain's chair positioned right in the middle. It was made of thick, soft leather.

Lin En swept his gaze around and thought, This must be how the big shots of the Solar Fleet live.

Although all the ship's paint had been stripped away, and even the identification numbers on the deck had been scraped clean, leaving it bare like a newly built hull, none of the interior equipment or furnishings had been removed. It was still exactly as the Solar Fleet had left it, without a single thing missing.

Thank the ambitious—no, the powerful and influential—Lord Regent.

"Thanks. You two can sit as well. No need to be so formal." Lin En sat down in the captain's chair and looked up at the two Adeptus Custodes Tribunes.

A Custodes Tribune was an official position, effectively equivalent to the commander of the Adeptus Custodes and a frontline commander. It was an extremely high-ranking post.

It was embarrassing enough that they had taken him away from before the Emperor's Throne. Now that things had turned out like this, he felt even more awkward.

But the two black-armored Custodes Tribunes shook their heads. "We have been ordered by the Emperor to protect you. We must remain faithful to our duty."

Lin En said, "We can protect me while sitting too."

"Impossible." The two Tribunes continued shaking their heads. In all the years of guard duty, no one had ever seen guards sit together with the person they were protecting.

Fine, then.

Lin En sat by himself.

With the physique of the