Konrad Proclaims Himself MVP

A month later.

Intelligence. Intelligence was never enough.

At this very moment, this was not only the thought in the hearts of those led by the Emperor and the Underking who knew the story of the other timeline, but also the heartfelt sentiment of Corax, the Lord of Ravens.

Corax paced silently inside his office, the dim and restless darkness pressing down as if to herald the unease within the primarch's heart.

Then another, crazier darkness laughed.

You should just go tell them directly.

In the corner, squatting on the floor, Konrad giggled, continuing to clean the grime from his long hair with ink-stained hands, though this only left his hair even more tangled and messy.

Corax's pacing finally stopped, his pitch-black eyes gazing straight at the empty wall.

How am I supposed to tell them?

Corax emitted a hoarse voice, in some ways extremely similar to Konrad's.

At a time like this, tell them I need to leave the Terran Segmentum for a bit?

Corax fell silent once more, while Konrad curled his lip and dug his dandruff-covered fingers into his back again.

Why can't you do that? Angron just left.

He obviously knows something.

Corax reflexively retorted. Konrad's disapproving gaze looked at Corax through the primarch's draped black hair, the bat hissing,

You're always like this, Corax—

Konrad drew out the syllable. He knew what Corax was worrying about. After Dorn's awakening, although they fringe primarchs had not been told anything specific, they could clearly sense the atmosphere growing tense once more.

Konrad believed that a conversation would happen soon, initiated by those who "knew the truth," telling them precisely what was going on.

Yet right now, almost everyone who knew the truth was frantically busy with work. They seemed to have no time to come out and