Responsibility

"Dad, what should I do now?"

"You know what to do, Curze. You've known from the beginning, you just weren't willing to admit it, or rather, you didn't want to admit it."

Hearing Han Mingxuan say that, Curze shook his head with a wry smile.

My Dad still understands me so well.

"Dad, my stubbornness has caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't it?"

"No, in my eyes you're still young. It's understandable for young people to be impulsive and make mistakes occasionally. As long as you correct them in time and prevent any major disaster, it's not too late."

"Alright, I will correct the problems in the Evernight Epic. At that time, the Evernight Epic will become a true historical work, a work that is fully permitted for publication under the current Laws of the Imperium."

The Grand Inquisitor was well aware of the mistake he had made.

Or perhaps it was a mistake he made intentionally, a result of his willfulness.

From the very first day his father taught him, he told him that man is the sum total of all social relations and cannot exist apart from society.

Circumstances create heroes.

In short, throughout the writing of the Evernight Epic, Curze devoted very little space to most of the outstanding figures.

He devoted most of his writing and praise to his father.

It is no exaggeration to say that more than 70% of the entire Evernight Epic is about her father.

Of the remaining 30%, Curze placed himself and his Legion last.

And in that middle section lies the struggle of Nostramo's Mortals glorious history.

According to my father's teachings from childhood, the struggles and resistance of Mortals be the main theme of the entire history.

Now that Han Mingxuan has brought this issue to the forefront, Curze can finally face it honestly.

"I look forward to the day you officially publish your book, Curze."

At the very back of the hall sat Corax's sister.

She listened in on the entire lecture given by the Father of Night to the Demigods of the Imperium.

After hearing this, Eurydice felt that in this man's eyes, these Demigods of the Imperium were not gods at all.

They're just some young men who need guidance and education.

Eurydice could sense that the man's heart was warm and sincere; it was the heart of an ordinary yet passionate person.

And this man's every word and action is influencing the Demigods of these Imperium.

"But Uncle, if we want to record all the glorious deeds of Mortals throughout the entire Nostramo Rebellion in history, one book simply won't be enough."

"Sevatar, including Curze, aren't there 14 of you?"

"Should we write a book too?"

"I remember saying this when we first went to Terra."

"Gentlemen, you have graduated. You can now interpret the law, write books, and teach students, right?"

Buzz.

Hearing Han Mingxuan's words, everyone in the Council of the Long Night felt completely bewildered.

They did consider writing books and explaining the law, and in fact, they did a very good job of explaining the law.

However, they only thought about writing books and establishing doctrines; they never actually did it.

Because from beginning to end, all the knowledge they learned came from their Uncle's books.

"This will be quite a challenge, Uncle."

"Shen, I believe in your abilities, and I have always believed that."

"In the process of writing and publishing my books, I have only one requirement for you."

Curze and his group looked at Han Mingxuan solemnly, waiting for him to continue.

"My only requirement for you is that when you write books, you must do so with a passion for humanity."

"When you are about to put your pen to write your first word, I hope you can imagine a day hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years from now."

"If one person or a group of people sees even a few words in your book, they will be enlightened, inspired, see hope, and uphold justice."

In short, it only takes three words.

Be honest.

"We will become the best Teacher in the entire Imperium besides you."

"No, except me, Sevatar."

"At first you merely followed me, but now I demand that you become me, and in the near future, or in the distant future, I hope you will surpass me."

Finally, all the Primarch left, their hearts heavy with mixed feelings.

These words, seemingly spoken by Han Mingxuan to the Eighth Legion, were actually meant for all of them by everyone present.

Their Uncle's demand, or rather expectation, of the Eighth Legion was that they become people like him, or even better than him.

But this is only the surface.

What their Uncle really wanted to express was that, as superhumans of the Imperium, they should always maintain a passionate heart.

We must shoulder our responsibilities as human beings.

"A perfect education, Mr. Han."

"Really? I don't believe it." Han Mingxuan said with a smile to the Silent King.

"Indeed, it's perfect, Mr. Han. Based on my research on all the Primarch in the entire Imperium of Man, my summary of Primarch can be summed up in just four words."

What is it?

"Problem children."

Hearing what the Silent King said, Han Mingxuan laughed, because he was absolutely right.

One problem child raised a group of problem children, which in turn led to the entire Imperium being filled with all sorts of problems.

"But I happen to enjoy disciplining troublemakers."

That's what makes you so great.

"I guess you meant to say 'great,' right, Silent King?"

"Mr. Han understands me well, but you seem to be allergic to the word 'great'."

"Haha, when others say someone is great, I might need to be a little modest, because the greatness they speak of is very likely tinged with blind personality cult."

"But I'm quite pleased that you, the Silent King bears the fate of the Necrons race, call me great."

"Because I know that you and your race represent the pinnacle of cosmic physics and technology, and you do not believe in God."

"Haha! That's right, we don't believe in God!"

But we believe in you.

Of course, these words were merely whispers in the mind of the Silent King.

Han Mingxuan was completely unaware of this.

His next task is to decide which Legion to visit for research.

There are several options available so far.

First is Perturabo's Legion. Of course, he is very familiar with the IV Legion. Perturabo would mention it to him from time to time. If he were to conduct research, he would go to Olympia.

Another option is Dark Angels.

He happened to have a book here that he needed to give to the Knight King, the Emperor's eldest son.

The Nonexistent Knight.

A book that shares a similar theme with Don Quixote.

Hopefully, the Knight King will be able to get a good night's sleep after reading this book.