The Great Wolf and the Lion

"Back then, I survived alone in the forests of Caliban for ten years before I met Luther."

"It was he who brought me back to the civilized world of mankind and taught me human knowledge and culture. Without him, perhaps I would have remained unnoticed in the forests of Caliban for the rest of my life."

"My name, Lion El'Jonson, meant Lion, Son of the Forest. It was a title Luther gave me."

"Perhaps I neglected him for too long."

As he looked upon those familiar scenes, the Lion could not help but feel emotions he had long thought unnecessary.

He was not as cold and heartless as he appeared. In truth, the Lion's thoughts were exceptionally delicate and complicated; he simply refused to reveal his secrets to anyone.

Even if that person was Luther—his foster father, his comrade-in-arms, and his brother.

"I was brought by Luther to the Order, where I continued to learn and grow."

"We were the finest knights in the Order. He possessed immense personal charisma and excelled at rhetoric and managing the Order, while I was quieter, and my strategic abilities far surpassed Luther's."

"I wonder what situation Leman Russ encountered?"

"Would that fellow turn my Caliban into a complete mess?"

Lion felt a little anxious. It came from his instinctive intuition.

He did not doubt in the slightest that Russ could unite all of Caliban through his own abilities and charisma.

No matter how much he criticized Leman Russ or considered him unreliable, the Wolf King was still an exceptional Primarch, his blood brother. They stood on the same level.

Yet he could not deny that Leman Russ was a thoroughgoing brute, even though he had long seen through the Wolf King's disguise.

But Lion knew that when a mask was worn for too