Want a Vacation?

"By the way, do you want Holiday?"

Holiday?

If someone asks Malcador if he wants Holiday, Malcador might be skeptical.

But when Old Han asked him if he wanted Holiday, he definitely did!

For no other reason than that Old Han really can give him Holiday.

Don't forget, my first vacation was because of his son.

"Can it really be done?"

"Of course it can be done."

"How exactly do I do it?"

"We'll move Guilliman to the rear, and I'll handle the rest."

Will this work?

"That will definitely work."

"Is this not untrue?"

"Definitely."

"Oh, Old Han, thank you so much! I need to start planning my next Holiday."

Last time I went sea fishing, my skills weren't good, and Old Han even laughed at me.

He needs to practice hard this time so he can catch a big fish.

"No, you can't leave Terra this Holiday."

"Can't leave Terra?"

He was already planning to go to Nostramo for his next Holiday, but now he can't leave Terra.

"Think about it, we're all officials in the Administratum, but you, the Chancellor, are always taking leave. What will your colleagues think?"

"So I'll stay in Terra?"

"Yes, you'll stay in Terra."

"You can't expect me to do all the work again, can you?"

"That's definitely not the case."

"Okay, deal!"

After settling things off with Malcador, and once all the Primarch had had their fill of fun, he and the other Primarch headed back together.

The Primarch returned to the front lines, while Han Mingxuan himself planned his first public appearance.

Meanwhile, the Great Angel arrived late, missed everyone.

"Oh dear, what a pity. I didn't expect my brothers to leave so quickly."

"Welcome to Nostramo, Your Excellency Lord Sanguinius."

"No need to be so formal, sir. I have orders from the Father of Night."

"The Father of Night's command?"

"Yes, it's an order regarding increasing the supply of Nostramo- origin Fruits to the Ninth Legion."

The more Sanguinius spoke, the stranger it seemed to his liaison became.

That's not right. The Father of Night himself never participates in the administration of Nostramo.

Everything was handled by Grand Inquisitor Curze.

"Haha, I think you've misunderstood. The Father of Night never interferes with the construction or administration of Nostramo. All administrative matters are handled by Lord Curze."

"That shouldn't be the case, my Uncle gave it to me."

"I'm sorry, Lord Sanguinius, I haven't received any orders from the Father of Night, but I do have orders from the Grand Inquisitor."

"Who are you?"

"Futia, Head of Logistics at Nostramo."

"Hello, Manager Futia, I think you must have made a mistake."

"No, sir, you are mistaken. Besides the Grand Inquisitor's order, I also have a handwritten letter from him that I need to pass on to you."

Curze's handwritten letter?

Sanguinius opened the envelope and the first thing he saw was a cute, cartoon-style line drawing.

It showed Curze stepping on him, followed by the contents of the envelope.

"Sanguinius, Saint Ninth Brother, remember this: no matter what, your brother will always be your brother. So what if you're cunning? I'm still one step ahead."

"I know you'll avoid me. Perhaps you'll only come out when I leave, and then falsely convey my orders."

"But you didn't expect this, did you? My Psychic Power Prophecy very strong; I guessed it a long time ago."

"The Ninth Legion's Fruit supply has now been halved."

Boom!

The sky has fallen over Sanguinius.

This was a bolt from the blue.

"This is a shameful logistical blackmail!"

"My lord, please calm down. After all, there's still half left, isn't there?"

"Hmph! I'm going to confront Curze right now!"

"My lord, the Grand Inquisitor's transport missions are already scheduled for 50 years in advance; you'll have a very difficult time finding him now."

"Then I'll go to the Administratum. I refuse to believe there's no trace of him there!"

Curze cleverly devised a series of schemes, and the angel mistakenly entered the Administratum.

Oh no!

"The Boss, to be honest, your move was a bit too underhanded," Sevatar said.

"Insidious? I don't think so." Curze, who was heading to a new battlefield, was very pleased.

He's really screwed over this time; he's really gone too far.

After returning to Terra, Han Mingxuan met with the Emperor and Malcador as quickly as possible, or rather, the Emperor and Malcador came to find him.

After all, it's no easy feat to get the Father of Night, who usually doesn't care about anything, to take the initiative to get involved in Anti-Corruption.

Why did you suddenly see things differently, my friend?

" With the Primarch fighting on the front lines, we need to minimize the impact on them through friction among the Mortals back home."

While Horus's Great Astartes Supremacy is certainly a problem, the power struggles among the Mortals elites behind the scenes are also a major headache.

We need to try our best to reconcile the relationship between the two in order to prevent the conflict from erupting.

In the future of the Imperium of Man, whether the conflict erupts first in Astartes or among the human elite, it will be fatal.

So where do you plan to start?

"I need to go to the Department of Justice. I plan to meet with Slazov, and also attend a meeting."

When he uttered the last two words, Han Mingxuan seemed somewhat dazed.

It seems that when he governed Nostramo, his first move was to hold a meeting.

As expected, new ideas don't matter, as long as they're useful.

"Alright, I'll go with you."

Subsequently, Emperor and Malcador took Han Mingxuan to the Department of Justice.

Before even entering, I could hear Slazov's roar.

"That treacherous minister, Malcador! Treachery disgrace to humanity! The chief Imperium Vermin! He should be arrested now!"

"And those damn nobles! What Terra Act, Nobility Law? According to the Evernight Code, they should all be arrested and sentenced!"

Upon hearing Slazov's roar, Malcador withdrew his foot from the doorway.

"Old Ma, what's wrong? Why aren't you going inside?"

"I... I think I'd better not go in. Young people these days have such bad tempers. I'm an old man, and my hearing isn't good to begin with. If they keep making noise, it'll give me a headache."

"Alright then, the Emperor and I will go in."

"Cough cough!"

"I told you, don't try to get into the Department of Justice through connections, or I'll skin him alive!"

Sigh, young people have such bad tempers.

"Slazov."

Swish.

The entire Department of Justice fell silent.

"Evernight Legion Reserves, Assemble!"

Whoosh!

Twenty people assembled at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, standing in rows and columns, heads held high, looking at Han Mingxuan.

"Report! The 20-man reserve Myriarch of the Evernight Legion Reserves has assembled and is awaiting instructions!"

"At ease."

"Yes, sir! At ease, all hands!"

Han Mingxuan looked at these people with satisfaction. From now on, the heavy responsibility of the Imperium's Anti-Corruption work would fall on their shoulders.

Are you able to adapt to the work environment here?

"Able!"

"I will now be in full control of the Imperium Anti-Corruption efforts. I expect your cooperation, understand?"