First-Returned Son

The thought of Horus's feelings for the Emperor, and then of the Emperor's attitude towards him, gave Curze a headache.

The Emperor's sixteenth son, Luna Wolves, was the ringleader of the Horus Heresy, but in the end, he was nothing more than a father-obsessed man.

Curze had no way to deal with the father's control.

Not every father is as competent as your own Dad, nor can every father raise his Scions as well as your own father.

"Do you remember what Father said? If you're stuck on a problem, break the deadlock first. Even if it ends up in a mess, it's better than wasting resources in a stalemate. It's easy to fish in troubled waters."

Hearing the voice of the Night Haunter, Curze's initial hesitation gradually became clearer.

Yes.

My Dad did say that.

I've been too considerate of my brothers' feelings; I need to find a suitable solution.

However, solutions aren't found by thinking them up, but by doing them, just like Nostramo back then and Nostramo now.

They all achieved this through hard work, step by step; it wasn't just about thinking.

My Dad is really awesome.

Curze couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He had a terrible headache dealing with just one Horus, while his Dad was facing the entire Justiciar Legion.

It's really not easy to teach them all to be so normal.

"Horus, let's talk about something serious." Curze finished his work and looked up at Horus, who was playing chess.

"Of course, no problem, brother. Feel free to ask me anything about Planet governance."

They can help Lorgar build the City of Truth here, and they can help Han Mingxuan stabilize the situation.

Similarly, it can help Curze quickly become familiar with and handle various related affairs of the Imperium.

"The work is done now; I need to talk about other things."

"Regarding which aspect?"

"Yes, about you and the Emperor, and the other brothers I haven't met."

Upon hearing Curze mention this, Guilliman's expression changed slightly, and the Great Angel put down the Fruit in his hand.

This is a disaster.

Every one of the returning brothers had, without exception, heard Horus's account of his thirty years with the Emperor.

In other words, if the brothers who returned before are not present, it's fine; but if they are, they'll have to listen to it several more times.

Many Ultramarines have formed Warrior Lodge with the warriors of Luna Wolves.

Therefore, Guilliman had heard about the internal assessment of this matter within Luna Wolves.

To sum it up in one sentence, I can recite it backwards and forwards fluently, and I can even recite it randomly fluently!

Especially Horus's favorite Scions, they were all the same.

Upon arriving here, they were surprised that Horus had not mentioned those thirty years.

Now it's all right.

Curze is really bringing up a sore spot.

While this guy possesses all the qualities of a great brother, he seems... a little too eager to know everyone.

So much so that he accidentally stepped on a landmine, a huge one.

This is also their fault; they didn't inform Curze beforehand.

Fine, I'll listen to it.

"Haha, of course, my dear brother, you should really hear about my thirty years with my father."

Horus was pleased!

The Warmaster was excited!

First-Returned Son is happy!

What does it mean to be brothers?

This is what brothers are all about!

Brothers!

Curze was the first to ask about this, and listen to what he had to say!

Serious business!

He discussed his thirty-year relationship with his father as a serious matter!

Take a look!

This is the attitude that close brothers should have!

Horus has now figured it out too.

Why does my brother address my father as "Uncle" upon meeting him?

Because of fear, because of unfamiliarity!

Indeed, of all his brothers, Curze was a truly human Demigod.

This was thanks to his wise and great Uncle, but it was also a drawback.

An ordinary person cannot suddenly accept the appearance of a father.

That's right, that's exactly it.

The fact that he is now discussing his relationship with his father as a serious matter means that he wants to understand himself and his father.

This is a good thing!

Horus believed that once Curze heard the story of the past thirty years, he would understand his father's greatness and accept him.

He also believed that as his father's best son, he could definitely make Curze, the Primarch brother whom his father valued, fully accept his father.

"Don't rush, things like this that have been going on for decades always take a long time to explain."

"I'll cancel my plans for this afternoon, and I'll bring something along, consider it afternoon tea for us brothers. You can talk about it slowly."

Curze got up to prepare some things, mainly pastries, side dishes, Fruit, and drinks.

Horus almost burst into tears at Curze's actions.

Brother!

My blood is thicker than water, we're brothers who are connected by blood and tendons even if our bones are broken!!

Before long, Curze brought what he had prepared.

A few delicate side dishes, a few small plates of pastries, and a pot of wine.

"Don't just stand there, come and try some of my Dad's pastries and side dishes."

"This wine was brewed by my Dad himself, and he usually doesn't let me touch it. I'm only getting to enjoy it today because of you guys."

Looking at these things, the Great Angel and Guilliman also sat down.

Putting everything else aside, it's always good to try something made with my Uncle's traditional methods.

"Tell me about it, Horus," Curze said with a smile.

Horus looked at the scene and thought it was a dreamlike existence.

He had thought many times about sitting down, having a good drink and a good chat with his brothers.

"Curze, my brother, I..."

"Hey, no need for formalities between brothers," Curze said, pouring Horus a glass of wine.

"The wine my Dad brewed himself doesn't have much alcohol content for us."

Horus picked up his wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.

Crisp and refreshing, with a floral aroma, the liquor hits the taste buds directly. As the alcohol dissipates, the originally delicate floral fragrance lingers in the mouth for a long time.

"Good wine!"

"That's right, my Dad made all the brewing jars himself. I don't know how he knows so many things."

"Let's not talk about my Dad anymore, let's talk about you, about your affair with the Emperor."

"Haha, okay! Then I'll explain properly."

"Emperor, Master of Mankind, my father, I am his First-Returned Son."

"Those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for thirty years, just him and me, father and son."

"After my father found me, he pulled me out of the darkness of losing everything and placed me by his side."

We spent some time together.

"For thirty years, he only cared about and raised me."

A bond has formed between us, unbreakable.

"Stronger than the bonds he had with his other Primarch, for none of them had spent as much time with him as I have."

"Thirty years. It's not a long time. Compared to ten thousand years, thirty years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass. But even so, I still cherish that time. It taught me everything."

"He gave me a ring and said I was his Sagittarius. I clearly remember how proud my father's eyes were at that moment. I could hear the whole of Terra whispering my name."