That night, Lin En was no different from usual.
He remained on the bridge until midnight, going over the troop situation of the three Chapters with Phoros once more.
It was late. Lin En was a mortal and needed plenty of sleep.
Phoros urged him to turn in early.
Lin En waved a hand. "I'll sleep when I'm tired."
Phoros said nothing, only looked at him with a stern expression full of self-reproach and concern.
Lin En surrendered. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll go to sleep, all right?"
Gabriel was still keeping watch before the star map, while Sentoyor had taken the Blood Knights to conduct a nighttime equipment inspection.
After confirming that they were all fine, Lin En made another round through Cecilia and Iron Hammer's quarters. Only after ensuring that both were settled in properly did he return to his own room with a yawn.
No one thought anything was wrong.
Early the next morning, Iron Hammer woke up and slipped past the gaze of the two Adeptus Custodes seated in the side hall outside the door, sneaking over to Lin En's room to wake him for breakfast.
Ah, this was so awkward.
He had already quietly asked his sister about the backgrounds of those two guards.
If Lin En really was the Emperor's envoy now, and he had said each set of armor worn by those two guard brothers was worth an entire planet...
Back then, he had nearly blacked out with a "Ghk—".
He really was blessed with a long life to have not been split in half on the spot TUT.
Can't see me, can't see me.
Iron Hammer furtively knocked on Lin En's door.
He knocked lightly twice first. No response.
Did he not hear him?
He put a little more force into it and