A Gentle... Father?

During the hour and a half that Sevatar was airborne, Otani had already woken up.

Otani was at a loss as to what to do about the Imperium Primarch's Primarch lesson to Sevatar.

From the perspective of the Imperium, he was a traitorous Primarch; from the perspective of the Sevatar, he was the Gene-Father of the Sevatar.

No matter which side she was on, she found it difficult to speak.

"Father, please allow me to correct you, Otani and I are innocent."

"Oh."

The Night Haunter didn't say anything; he simply took out two strawberry chocolates wrapped in pink paper.

"Little girl, would you like to try some?"

Otani glanced at Sevatar, and seeing that Sevatar didn't react, he took the two chocolates.

"This is something only noble ladies of the Imperium eat, my lord..."

"Take it if you want it. Don't say I've mistreated you two when you see Father later."

"By the way, Sevatar, we need to find a place to get you ready first."

What are you going to do?

"I'll get you a decent set of Power Armour. Also, I'll remove that scar on your face."

"Has your hatred for your own Scions reached the point where you can't even tolerate a scar?"

If you keep talking to me with a sarcastic tone, I'll make you fly forever.

Sevatar remained silent.

"Don't overthink it, my eldest son. I've been through a lot these past few years. Madness has left me, so now it's time to properly reorganize the Legion."

"As the saying goes, 'One respects clothes before one respects the person,' so as the face of the entire Eighth Legion, your image is very important."

"We'll agree on three rules."

Sevatar did not respond immediately; he simply examined his Gene-Father closely.

The Night Haunter didn't care what was on his mind.

"First, I'll get you a new set of equipment. Don't ask where it'll come from. Second, starting today, stop doing things like skinning and dismembering."

"Also, throw away all that stuff you're wearing right now."

"Secondly, from now on, I want you to study law. If there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you."

"Thirdly, control your temper. After all, there's a young girl here, and you don't want her to know about your family discord, do you?"

First Company of question marks floated above Sevatar's head.

The Gene-Father gave himself new equipment, which he could understand.

However, of the three points, this was the only one he could understand.

"Studying law?"

Is there a problem?

"Father, I feel it's necessary to remind you that although the Eighth Legion has always upheld absolute justice, it is essentially a group of criminals. Criminals don't respect the law."

"Or, in our minds, we are justice itself, we are the law."

"The world has changed, Sevatar," said the Night Haunter. "I have already died once. Now that I have been reborn, the Eighth Legion must also be reborn. It's time to get rid of our old bad habits."

"So, you still want me to study the Laws of the Imperium?"

"No need, I have something much more advanced here."

"I have one last question," Sevatar said, looking at the Night Haunter.

"Speak."

"Regarding point 3, you... you just mentioned family?"

Is there a problem?

Sevatar shook his head. "No, Father, it seems the problem isn't with you, but with me. I've gone mad quite a bit."

The Night Haunter said nothing, but continued walking forward.

Now they must go to the wasteland outside the Hive City, where he can take out and use some of the things he brought back.

In this matter, the Night Haunter was actually very grateful to Jia.

At the time, the entire Evernight Legion was busy with its own affairs, Night Haunter himself was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information and couldn't quite process it all.

In addition, he was only thinking about borrowing those thousands of sets of armor at the time, so he didn't actually pack much for himself.

To put it more bluntly, he didn't pack anything.

However, just as he was about to leave Nostramo, Jia gave him a Blackstone Bracelet.

The Night Haunter has seen what's inside; given the current situation, it's enough to arm an entire company.

The standard weaponry was the Nostramo from the 30K era.

"Be careful, the radiation in the wasteland is really bad."

After the Night Haunter finished speaking, a surge of Psychic Power enveloped Otani.

After the three of them reached the depths of the wasteland, the Night Haunter released a spaceship from his Blackstone Bracelet.

"Let's go, it's time to get moving."

"Is this the False Emperor's sponsorship of you?"

"Hehe, if that Old Cured Meat gave me something, I would just smash it all. This is my father's help to me."

Sevatar nodded and said nothing more; he simply wanted to familiarize himself with the spaceship's piloting system as quickly as possible.

As for the father the Night Haunter mentioned, Sevatar didn't ask any further questions, nor did he dare to.

He could tell that the person the Night Haunter was referring to was a taboo subject of the Night Haunter.

"Just switch to autopilot mode, then you and your girlfriend can go wash up and get ready."

Come see me in two hours.

"Father, please allow me to clarify..."

"Understood. I'll arrange for you two to get married after I see my father."

"Father!"

"No need to thank me so quickly. You two should get married soon so I can fulfill my father's task. Otherwise, if he starts pressuring me, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

Even the Prince of Crows now feels powerless in the face of such a statement from his Gene-Father.

I feel energetic, but I can't seem to muster any strength. A lump is stuck in my throat; explaining it isn't an option, nor is not explaining it.

For Space Marines, washing is unnecessary, but for Sevatar, who had been imprisoned for so long, the Mortals routine of washing was a rare moment of relaxation.

When she came out, Sevatar found a brand new set of clothes on the table.

"Put them on," said the Night Haunter.

"Father, I simply cannot imagine that you would do such a thing."

"That's how my father taught me," the Night Haunter said with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, these are your girlfriend's clothes, just make do with them."

Sevatar looked at the Night Haunter with a strange expression.

"How?"

"Forgive my presumption, Father, but I never imagined that one day when I see you again, the word 'gentle' would be one of the words I would use to describe you."

"Haha, maybe I'm influenced by my father."

It was that mysterious father again.

"Alright, you have one hour of rest time left, make the most of it."

The Night Haunter has left, making room for Sevatar and Otani.

"Sevatar?"

"What's wrong, Miss Astropath?"

Are you sulking?

"Sulking? No, I didn't."

"But this sounds more like a fit of pique," Otani said.

"My Gene-Father was once a madman, and now perhaps it is the calm before the storm. As First Company Captain Legion in the legion, I need to remain rational at all times."

"But what I sensed in that gentleman was a very gentle demeanor, which is completely different from everything you told me."

Sevatar didn't speak; he simply stared in the direction the Night Haunter had left, remaining silent for a long time.

"I don't know, Otani."

"Have no idea?"

"Yes, I don't know what happened to my father during that time."

"What is now clear is that my father often mentioned another father, his father."

"But as everyone knows, the Emperor to whom the entire Imperium reveres would not do such a thing."

"Do you need me to ask around for you?"

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Otani."

That hour and a half in the air will be a moment that Sevatar will never forget.