The Olympia Conference

"As instructed by Primarch Perturabo of the Iron Warriors Legion, the meeting has been postponed for two weeks."

"Within the next two weeks, an election needs to be held—an election concerning commoners and slaves."

"The next meeting is for everyone in Olympia, so people from all walks of life in Olympia need to participate, whether they are merchants, slaves, commoners, or nobles."

After saying this, the Space Marines from the Iron Warriors Legion left, and an eerie silence fell over the area around the bulletin board.

But soon, after they returned to their respective City-States in City-State daze, laws were indeed passed requiring elections.

Now they finally realized that the Lord of Iron wasn't lying.

And so began the election that filled all the Olympia with both fear and absurdity, but no one dared to slacken their efforts, for they still dreaded the Lord of Iron.

While the entire Olympia was in the midst of a flurry of elections, Perturabo contacted Han Mingxuan on his own.

Uncle, how have you been lately?

"Everything is fine, Perturabo. The First Legion's research will be finished soon. I'll be heading to Olympia next. See you then."

"Of course, Uncle, but I have a request, and I hope you can grant it."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Perturabo considered his words for a moment before continuing.

"Uncle, this matter concerns my sister. As you know, I want my sister to undergo the Imperium's Rejuvenat Treatment, but she has consistently refused."

"So this time I hope you can bring the Evolutionists Sage from Nostramo with you, hopefully that will change my sister's mind."

"Of course, no problem, Perturabo. See you in Olympia then."

Goodbye Olympia, Uncle.

Two weeks later, the Olympia Conference was held as scheduled.

At the same time, Han Mingxuan also brought Angrak to Olympia.

After arriving in Olympia, Han Mingxuan did not immediately notify Perturabo, but instead secretly landed there.

He needs to secretly observe the current situation in Olympia before he can determine how to help Perturabo.

But he was destined to come up empty-handed today, because there were hardly any people in the various City-States of Olympia.

"Hey, excuse me, why is there hardly anyone in Olympia?"

"This guy must be from another Planet. Come with me, the Primarch is holding the Greatest Olympia Conference."

"This meeting is unprecedented, with not only noble lords and representatives, but also commoners and even slaves!"

Oh?

What is Perturabo trying to do?

Never mind, we'll just go and see for ourselves.

At this very moment, in the largest stadium in the entire Olympia.

The entire venue was packed, with many other people listening in.

The Olympia venue was an open-air venue, so there was no obstruction and anyone who wanted to listen could listen.

Seeing such a grand occasion, Perturabo took a deep breath and began his apology to Olympia.

"In the name of Perturabo, to all my compatriots."

Perturabo's voice was deep and firm, but just that one sentence plunged the entire hall into a deathly silence.

What did they just hear?

Compatriots?

From the moment the Lord of Iron unified Olympia, they had never heard those two words from Lord of Iron.

Even today, when they hear those two words, they think they're dreaming.

"I once thought that Olympia's salvation lay in steel and conquest."

"Therefore, I did many things that were despised by others, firmly believing that only in this way could Order be established and a perfect nation be built."

"I shattered fragmented settlements, I forcibly conscripted your Scions, I controlled culture and art, I... committed many atrocities."

"But I was wrong."

These four words are like the Rock thrown into a calm lake.

Everyone in the meeting began to tremble uncontrollably.

Admittedly, the Lord of Iron has a bad reputation in Olympia, but he is the Primarch, and when he truly repents, his charm is irresistible.

Perturabo continued speaking, his voice reaching everyone's ears.

"Order should not be a cold shackle, and power should not be built on the blood and tears of one's own people."

"The houses I demolished, the cries I ignored, the pleas I dismissed as weak pleas... Today, in the name of Perturabo, I apologize to you."

"I offer my deepest apologies to my Homeworld and my people."

The slaves' numb eyes were touched, and tears began to well up. A sorrow unlike any they had ever felt arose in the fearful expressions of the commoners.

The nobles, who were prepared to flatter him, were stunned into silence.

Some clenched their fists, their eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and confusion. They were used to the Primarch's iron fist and never thought they would hear the word "apology."

What's more, those two words came from the Primarch's mouth!

"My people, my compatriots, no one is born strong or powerful. I apologize for my stubbornness, ignorance, and arrogance."

"Today I return once more to my Homeworld, to stand before you, and to discuss with you the future destiny of Olympia."

"I sincerely hope that Olympia can grant me one last trust, allowing me to bring new life to this Planet and make it stronger in the name of its Builders."

After Perturabo finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone present thought they were going to die; they never expected to hear such words from the Lord of Iron.

Perturabo's changes allowed people who were previously shrouded in cold discipline and fear to release their emotions.

Just like the rebellious Space Marines who emerged in the IV Legion when Perturabo had just changed things, these people, too, began to boldly vent their discontent.

"What right do you have?!"

A civilian representative looked at the Lord of Iron with red eyes.

"Why should the entire Olympia believe that you will treat Olympia with kindness? Who can guarantee that the new Order you bring to Olympia won't be even more ruthless and cruel!"

This questioning left Perturabo in silence.

Perturabo didn't know how to answer. Yes, this Demigod, born with knowledge, didn't know how to answer this Mortals's question.

What he did is known to everyone in Olympia.

His sudden change will not make the Olympia grateful; it will only make Olympia feel that it is the beginning of another period of capriciousness.

"In the name of the Father of Night."

Suddenly, a gentle and calm voice emerged from the crowd.

"In the name of the Father of Night, I vouch for the Lord of Iron; he will keep his promise."