The Arch-Chancellor's Displeasure

Macragge.

The master of the Five Hundred Worlds, the most powerful man in the Imperium's Eastern Fringe, was currently in a private office within Fortress Hera.

Outside the room, hundreds of loyal warriors clad in masterfully crafted power armor, exuding an aura of sharp intensity, stood guard with meticulous precision. They secured every blind spot, patrolling back and forth.

If necessary, they could eliminate any hostile target completely in less than a second with their power swords and bolters.

The heavy, solid wooden door muffled the sound, allowing even the Adeptus Astartes' extraordinary hearing to catch only the faint murmur of an argument from within the room.

The loyal warriors could pick out words like "safe" and "don't worry," along with the helpless sigh of their Gene-Father.

However, Guilliman's honor guard chose to ignore the sounds of dispute.

Lady Yuton, theoretically the most esteemed mortal in all of Ultramar, emanated reason and elegance, yet her current demeanor was far from composed. Her words were sharp, and her face was etched with worry and concern for Guilliman.

In stark contrast to the vast difference in their physical size, Guilliman, who stood nearly four meters tall, was slightly hunched over. His astonishing talent for debate and oratory was useless now; he listened with a helpless expression as Lady Yuton offered her counsel.

"My Lord, I have no objection to you changing today's schedule to visit Mustafa in a private capacity, but you must bring Auguston and those loyal warriors with you. This is non-negotiable."

"Do not attempt to persuade me with your eloquence again. You know as well as I do that a significant portion of your rhetoric was taught by me, and it will not work on me."

The Lady of Macragge's seneschal, and Guilliman's adoptive mother, wore her anxiety almost openly on her face. She expressed her displeasure with Guilliman in a manner that was highly unusual for her, a rare occurrence in her long life.

Since seeing Guilliman return from Kaos, battered and wounded, her direct anger and unease had never subsided. Even though Roboute repeatedly assured her that he was unharmed, Lady Yuton remained deeply shaken by the fact that her son had nearly lost his life.

Regardless of who they were, when they realized their son had just narrowly escaped death, no one's reaction would be calmer than Lady Yuton's.

"Madam, I am merely going to Mustafa, on the outskirts of Macragge. The journey by aircraft takes only half an hour. Besides, what on Macragge could possibly threaten a Primarch?"

Guilliman attempted to persuade the seneschal, but her stance remained unyielding. In fact, provoked by Guilliman, she seemed to be leaning towards more extreme measures.

"Yes, the invincible Primarch. I heard from Gage and Hill that you were blown off the bridge into space by psychic power at the very beginning of the war."

Lady Yuton's voice was sharp as she needled Guilliman. "You didn't even wear your helmet, so you survived in space for twelve hours on sheer willpower, is that right?"

"That was an accident!" Guilliman waved his hand, inwardly blaming his sons for reporting every minute detail of the battlefield to the Lady.

If only they could have kept silent. Well, in front of Lady Yuton, no Ultramarine could remain silent.

This was not solely due to Lady Yuton's unique status, but more importantly, because she was the seneschal of Macragge.

She managed almost all court affairs, her capabilities exceeding those of most Ultramarines. The Primarch's adoptive mother had consistently supported her son with her political acumen.

Her authority was such that no one dared to offend it, including Guilliman.

"There is an old saying on Old Terra: 'Matters are accomplished in secrecy, but ruined by gossip.' You are the ruler of Ultramar, the core of the Five Hundred Worlds, and it is currently a state of war. Your brothers will kill you at any cost. How can you act with such a lax and careless attitude?"

Lady Yuton's words pierced through Guilliman's subtle attempts to conceal his discomfort like sharp swords. He held a glass of wine, a specialty of Macragge, and took a sip, trying to shield himself from her gaze, which was more piercing than any sword.

"My officials have reported the anomalies on the planet Mustafa to me more than once. I can understand your desire to avoid the topic, but I must intervene if you intend to go to that planet yourself."

Guilliman could no longer maintain his composure. He could not remain at ease under Lady Yuton's words.

"Auguston! Come here!"

Lady Yuton directly called for Auguston, who was standing guard outside the door.

"Alright, alright, Madam. I'll bring my honor guard. You win." Seeing Auguston about to push open the door, Guilliman immediately waved his hand, signaling his surrender.

A barely perceptible smile flickered across Lady Yuton's face, but she maintained a stern expression.

"I believe I also need to understand what is happening on Mustafa. Planet-wide thunderstorms. What exactly happened on that mining and death world? If something out of control occurs so close to Macragge, I will not be able to sleep at night."

"What are you trying to hide from me? You know, when you were little, you wet the..."

Before Lady Yuton could utter her next word, Guilliman's large hand covered her mouth, making his adoptive mother stop her rambling.

The battle commander of Macragge, the most powerful warrior of the Thirteenth Legion after Marius Gage, and a strong contender for the position of Chapter Master, pushed open the heavy door. He had heard Lady Yuton's call.

As he entered the room, he found his Gene-Father and the seneschal sitting properly in their chairs, both staring at him. This made the invincible warrior on the battlefield feel a little uneasy.

Lady Yuton's face seemed to hold a hint of playful amusement, while his Gene-Father showed a trace of awkwardness. This left Auguston somewhat bewildered.

What seems to have happened?

Never mind, that's not something I need to consider.

Unlike Marius Gage, who was skilled in both civil and military affairs, Auguston's strengths were almost entirely concentrated in combat prowess and battlefield command. This often led to him appearing somewhat simple-minded.

"Make the arrangements, Auguston. Organize my honor guard, and we will visit Mustafa immediately."

"As you wish."

The battle commander wasted no time, immediately organizing the loyal warriors stationed outside.

"Madam, please spare me some dignity in front of my sons."

Lady Yuton covered her mouth, lifting the teacup from the table to hide her smile.

After all, not every mortal had the chance to see the great Primarch wet his bed.

Recalling how the one-year-old Roboute had awkwardly hidden the evidence of his transgression, Lady Yuton couldn't help but feel happy, as if returning to those cherished past times.

It was a pity he had grown up too quickly. By the age of three, Guilliman had already surpassed her, and she hadn't even had the chance to properly enjoy her son's childhood.

Konnor was long gone, and Guilliman had grown into the king of the Five Hundred Worlds. Lady Yuton would not allow any danger to threaten her son.

Never!