Stabbed Him

Before entering the cell, Lin En braced himself mentally.

He blinked hard, making his expression look more natural, as if nothing was wrong, maintaining his dignity and bearing.

Keep up appearances, Lin En. Keep up the new commander's image.

If they found out how easy he was to push around... forget it, there was nothing he could do even if they did.

What bad intentions could a bunch of crybabies possibly have?

Valerian and Carl went in first.

It was fine. It was fine. It was fine.

As long as they were alive, there would always be a way.

There was nothing he dared not face. He just had to save them later.

Lin En repeatedly encouraged himself inwardly. Only after preparing himself did he find the courage to look the 311 Lamenters confined in the cramped hold in the eye.

Maybe giving them that name in the first place had been unlucky.

Rename them. Later, he definitely had to ask whether they wanted a new name.

Three hundred and eleven pairs of eyes looked at him with hope.

Valerian and Carl stood guard at the door.

Lin En let out a breath and walked inside.

The Lamenters watched this ordinary human, perhaps not very old and not particularly tall, standing between two Adeptus Custodes whose three-meter-tall golden armor made him seem even shorter and smaller.

The commander personally assigned to them by the Emperor.

Lin En walked all the way to the slightly raised command platform in the abandoned ship compartment.

This abandoned chamber had a platform half a meter above the floor, likely once the cargo hold's operations area or dispatch platform.

He was still wearing the black-and-gold Chaplain Power Armor the Ultramarines had issued him, which gave him a measure of authority.

Lin En stood on the