Sevatar's report

"Sevatar, did everything go smoothly in Nuceria?"

"Everything is going well, the Boss. Uncle is still as knowledgeable and wise as ever."

"You wouldn't believe it, I originally thought Uncle was going to lecture Mortarion with some grand principles, but Uncle's approach was much more advanced; he directly placed Mortarion on the throne of the Emperor."

"Direct practice?"

"Yes, it was all about putting it into practice. You wouldn't believe it, at first Mortarion was giving his Uncle the cold shoulder, but after it was all done, his respect for him changed drastically."

"Xiao Mo is giving his Dad the cold shoulder?"

"Yes, you know Mortarion, that's just how he is—awkward, gloomy, and stubborn."

Curze nodded and silently noted it down. "Anything else?"

"And then there's Aunt Jia."

"Jia... Auntie?"

Please elaborate.

Curze became very interested when he heard Sevatar mention it, and even his way of addressing her had changed.

Back in Nostramo, he'd always wanted to find his Dad a companion. Could it be that this could actually happen?

Then Sevatar, in the distinctive tone and expression of Nostramo Gang, vividly recounted the entire incident.

"Well, that's hopeless."

After hearing Sevatar's story, Curze immediately concluded that his Dad would never fall for Jia.

"That shouldn't be the case. Didn't Uncle say that it's easier for a woman to pursue a man than for a man to pursue a woman? It should be true."

"Don't even mention it. My Dad's when it comes to relationships is like Dorn's. Do you remember Pationa?"

"Is that the head of the Tempatio family?"

She was also the shortest-serving head of the Tempatio Family, dying quietly shortly after taking office, leaving no trace behind.

"Yes, that's the woman. After I met Lorgar, I asked him to investigate her. In the end, we found that something was off about her. In short, she's not from the Realspace."

"What? Should I go back to Nostramo right now and wipe out this whole family?"

"No need, just leave it there. Like Dad said, a known wolf is safer than an unknown snake."

"I knew back then that my Dad wasn't the type to fall in love easily. Warp Daemon couldn't tempt him, let alone ordinary women."

"So... we'll just let Uncle stay single?"

"Isn't it fine? Anyway, I'm not really keen on having anything to do with my stepmother right now."

"That's true."

"Let's continue."

Then Sevatar's expression changed; he became very angry, and his eyes turned cold.

"This mainly concerns Mortarion, who was disrespectful, and extremely disrespectful, to his Uncle."

I knew you were up to no good.

Under Han Mingxuan's tutelage, Sevatar is actually a very polite person.

Normally, when meeting other Primarch, Sevatar would address them as "Sir," but since returning, he has been calling Mortarion by his first name.

"Here's what happened: on the spaceship bound for Nuceria, my Uncle told Mortarion some of the truth, and then... and then Mortarion made his move."

"What?! Mortarion's got a death wish, daring to lay a hand on Dad?"

"Is Dad hurt?"

"Uncle wasn't hurt. He stopped a millisecond before Mortarion was about to grab his neck."

Boom!

"This damn poison can! It should be pried open and fed to Ant-Cattle!"

Night Haunter.

"In the original world, he was a traitor, Heretic of Chaos! And he is a traitor now!"

In that instant, Sevatar sensed an extremely powerful surge of Psychic Power, which sent the documents on the table flying.

Tell me in detail about the changes in Mortarion in Nuceria.

"Okay, based on the footage of Nuceria that Trazyn recorded, Mortarion himself has indeed changed, and changed drastically."

Sevatar originally wanted a backup of that portion of the footage, but Trazyn refused.

Trazyn said that once the images are backed up, they lose their historical value and have no significance for collection.

Unfortunately, Sevatar could only dictate the information.

Listening to Sevatar's story, Curze was certain that his brother had indeed changed for the better.

However, such disrespect towards one's father warrants punishment.

"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."

"I know, Night Haunter, but now I need to think of a reasonable solution."

"What kind of reasonable solution is this? Our Dad was almost killed, and you're still thinking about this and that. I'll give you a solution right now."

"What?"

"In Terra, we can't get him to a meeting or treat him to a meal, but we can get him to repair the Octagon."

Repairing Octagon?

"That's a good idea."

"Sevatar, I remember our Legion had a batch of broken Octagons, didn't it?"

Do you?

He doesn't remember having it either.

Although Laxus and Weiss use the Octagon for training very frequently, even if the Octagon breaks, they will either repair it themselves or hand it over to the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The Legion never has a stockpile of broken Octagon.

However, since the Boss wants the broken Octagon, isn't that simple?

"There are indeed some broken Octagon, and the damage is very severe. We are currently unable to repair them, and neither are the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"It seems I remembered correctly. Oh dear, that's Imperium property! It broke down so easily, how can we not repair it?"

"Alright, Sevatar, go to the XIV Legion and bring Xiao Mo here."

"Tell him that one of our Legion Octagon broken and suspected of being contaminated with a biological virus, and that we need his expertise to come and take a look."

"Understood, I'll take care of it right away!"

Sevatar left Curze's Office, while Curze sat there, planning how to properly entertain his brother.

The sword my Dad forged for me?

Forget it, this proposal is rejected.

"You seem to have never used the pair of power claws that Vulkan forged for you?"

"Ah, Night Haunter, you reminded me just in time."

When I took the Legion's legal exam, Vulkan did give me a pair of power claws, but I was too busy at the time to take them out and examine them closely. Now it's perfect timing.

The XIV Legion's base.

After his trip to Nuceria, Mortarion began to seriously consider how to properly manage the Legion and how to change his previous approach.

At that very moment, he received an invitation from the Eighth Legion.

"Lord Mortarion, the Grand Inquisitor requests your presence."

"Curze? Did he say what it was about?"

"Here's the thing, one of our Legion's Octagons broke down. Normally, it would have been handed over to the Adeptus Mechanicus for repair, but an unknown biological virus infection was discovered during transport."

"The Grand Inquisitor said that the XIV Legion is the expert in this matter, and you are the expert among experts, so he sent me to invite you to assist with the repairs."

Biological virus contamination?

How could Terra have something like this?

"Okay, you go ahead, I'll be right there."