Guilliman froze on the spot, then gave an awkward smile.
"Brother, what kind of joke is this?"
"How could I possibly have an Aeldari girlfriend?"
"Where did that rumor come from?"
But Lion El'Jonson regarded Guilliman with disdain, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"My sons have dealt with those pointy-ears for years. Those pointy-ears outright call you 'Yvraine's mon-keigh boyfriend.'"
The corner of Guilliman's eye twitched.
Guilliman and Yvraine's cooperation had met with opposition from both sides. The Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy had always questioned Guilliman, while the pressure on Yvraine was only greater.
After all, in the eyes of those proud Aeldari, Yvraine was a Chosen, yet she had become far too intimate with those hairy monkeys.
Because of this, both the Craftworld Aeldari and the Drukhari had continued to question Yvraine.
It also gave the two a sense of shared suffering. Both were working for their species' survival, yet their own people constantly questioned them.
As all these scattered thoughts raced through Guilliman's mind, Lion El'Jonson waved a hand lightly.
"I can't be bothered with any of that. I trust you know where to draw the line."
"Right now, I need those pointy-ears to track down Bonebreaka."
"I have no better way to handle this. I can't keep sending Corax's sons to die for nothing."
Guilliman nodded slightly. Bonebreaka was indeed far too cunning.
But Lion El'Jonson suddenly fixed his gaze on him.
"You have a way to contact that pointy-ear whenever you want, don't you?"
"Ah, yes..."
Guilliman's hair instantly stood on end, and he laughed.
"Of course not, brother."
Lion El'Jonson snorted coldly.
"You'd better hurry. We don't have much time."
"Go."
Only after Guilliman left the chamber did he feel his wildly pounding heart begin to settle.
Although Lion El'Jonson seemed much more