I don't want to go back.
"This is already the 1,066th time you've said that, Konra—"
Ugh—ah!
With a loud cry, Konrad interrupted Hades before he could address him. The Night Haunter was unwillingly shackled by liquid-metal manacles to what appeared to be a liquid-metal sofa, pouting as he helped Hades sort documents.
He did not want to do it, but if he refused, Hades would only smile and wrap him in the Null Field.
The Night Haunter had brought this upon himself. Mortarion had originally intended to let him roam free and develop the frontier, but then they received a warning letter from Guilliman. It made one thing very clear: Konrad had been trying to contact Guilliman using Xenos corpses.
Well then, Mortarion said that was precisely why he had let Konrad go out.
Guilliman gave Mortarion two choices. The first was to let Konrad continue, after which Guilliman would assign Mortarion twice as much administrative work—since he was so willing to govern the Storm Nebula, he could also manage the regions where the Storm Nebula bordered the Ultima Segmentum.
That region had originally been assigned to Angron. Though Angron was not much for administration, the relaxed environment created by the Lord of the Red Sands had allowed it to flourish. Recently, however, Angron had gone off to lose his mind, and all the region's affairs had been dumped back onto Guilliman.
The second was to make Konrad Curze settle down—Mortarion and the others could imprison Konrad however they liked, but as long as Guilliman did not see the pile of Xenos corpses Konrad had stacked up in his three hours of sleep each day, Guilliman would allow Mortarion three extra days of vacation.
Honestly, were three days of vacation a lot?
Not at all. It was even an