Sahansen sank into his memories. There had been quite a few people receiving titles that day, and he had not cared much at the time. After all, noble status was nothing but an empty promise, bait to trick commoners into fighting on the battlefield until they died.
So Sahansen had paid little attention to those commoners. Suddenly, he remembered something. When he had passed the ranks assembled for the investiture, a black-haired, yellow-skinned commoner seemed to have asked him a question.
"What is the meaning of being alive?"
"Loyalty to the Imperium and service to the Emperor, of course." Sahansen had answered offhandedly, then walked away.
As he left, he probably had not heard the words muttered in a low voice. "The meaning of being alive is to smash self-important bastards like you, who lord it over everyone else, into bloody pieces. That is the justice we should be loyal to."
Sahansen suspected that man might have been Zhang Jiao and told Levinie what he remembered. Levinie frowned deeply and thought for a long time without speaking. It seemed she had not obtained the information she wanted this time.
But she still had another method. Soon, with the aid of psychic power, Sahansen's memories began to resurface, and they took a spacecraft to the site where the investiture ceremony had been held.
The Grey Knights guided Sahansen with their special sorcery as the wheelchair-bound Inquisitor racked his brains to recall what had happened that day. The female assassin pushed his wheelchair and said in an uncanny tone, "Clues often lie in the unnoticed ripples on the sea of consciousness..."
One Grey Knight extended his hand, and more powerful psychic energy enveloped Sahansen's head.
A vision appeared before Sahansen's eyes. The investiture site, now converted into a mine, returned to its