Underking! Underking, ah!

166. Underking! Underking, ah!

Terra

"You've returned."

The old man leaned crookedly against the door, watching the middle-aged man seated in the room slowly rise from his chair.

Neos blinked.

"Where is Ou? He was not with you?"

Malcador snorted and shrugged.

"He was quite interested in your offspring, so I told him how you raised Horus Lupercal, and how I taught the Alpha Legion—he no longer wishes to speak with me."

The Emperor's gaze paused for a moment.

"You should not have told him about your time with the Alpha Legion, my friend. He would not understand your methods."

"Yes. Perhaps, in his eyes, even Elda would be better suited than you or me to raising children."

Malcador wore a self-mocking smile, wrinkles bunching around his cheeks.

But that stupid woman had already been tricked out and killed by Malcador during the Demigod era.

He had done quite a few mad things in that era, but killing the Aeldari was definitely the most worthwhile thing Malcador had ever done.

He did not like that lunatic.

"Look at how the Alpha Legion has fallen now. I suppose my methods of education were indeed flawed."

"That is not your or my fault."

Neos said casually, looking at Malcador with a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"As for the Alpha Legion... I believe this coin has not yet landed. We still cannot determine which side will face up."

Just as Neos was preparing, as usual, to say something mysterious and profound, Malcador impatiently interrupted him. The old man's eyes shone as he stared at his supposedly "merciful" king.

"I do not sense your sorrow—I assume Sanguinius and Horus are all right?"

"They were frightened."

The Emperor said patiently, adding what he believed was a considerate reassurance.

"But I think they will recover."