198 Was Just a Little A

198. It Was Just a Little A.

Where was Corax?

Within that familiar, peaceful atmosphere, the Night Haunter's private chamber had long since become a place where the three primarchs would sit around whenever they had nothing better to do.

Sometimes, Konrad, sleeping soundly in the chamber, would be awakened by Mortarion kicking the door open with a bang! Yet the culprit showed no awareness of his offense. After shooting Konrad a disdainful look, he swaggered over and sat down on his "exclusive sofa."

"He went to see his little ones."

Awakening from his dream, Konrad raised a hand to rub his eyes and sat up from the long couch.

"We had only just reached our destination when Corax impatiently went ahead first."

Mortarion frowned in displeasure.

"The Raven Lord I remember was not such an impatient man..."

"At the very least, he should have left after discussing the overall strategy. Did something happen?"

Konrad yawned, then reached up to sweep the messy hair covering his face aside, trying to recall the information he had seen earlier.

"Something seems to have happened to his little ones—one week before we arrived, Sevrin Loth, the Raven Guard's Legion Commander, was seriously wounded in a surprise attack by a T'au commander. He is lying in a medical pod now."

"?"

Mortarion, lounging on a single sofa, had not yet relaxed his brow before another knot formed between his eyebrows. The Raven Guard's Legion Commander had been seriously wounded in a sneak attack?

After a brief silence, Mortarion spoke.

"Corax did mention his concerns to me. He believed this son of his was rather hot-tempered."

Mortarion pondered this. Realizing that he would not be able to drink poisoned wine with Konrad and experience the Warp today, he immediately took out the command slate embedded