Chocolate

Primarch brothers' gathering ended, Curze found Sevatar.

"Let's go, let's go meet the Recruits of the Justiciar Legion."

"The Boss, are you sure there are no problems?"

"No problem, I was trained by my Dad, trust my abilities."

Curze led the Thirteen of the Council of the Long Night to the Eighth Legion's base.

Upon arriving at the gate of the military camp, one could see that the commanders of the Eighth Legion had all removed their helmets and stood there like Statues.

"You must be tired from standing guard."

"Waiting for the adults to arrive makes it all worthwhile!"

"Sevatar."

Sevatar nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, something appeared in his hand.

A strawberry chocolate.

"Time was a bit rushed, so I only prepared this when I came. If you don't mind, please accept it; it's a token of the Primarch's goodwill."

Curze glanced at Sevatar with surprise.

You should know that his right-hand man is known in the Justiciar Legion for his formidable fighting prowess and serious demeanor.

But why prepare this kind of gift today?

Strawberry chocolate.

The packaging is still pink.

Tsk tsk.

Sevatar, I didn't recognize you.

However, this girly pink color is not what Curze likes.

They got screwed over by Sevatar.

In truth, Sevatar also had his own unspoken difficulties.

He had asked Sigismund about it on the way to purchase supplies.

The entire Son of Night Legion has at least 20,000 members.

Preparing gifts for 20,000 people is an enormous expense in Terra, Throne World.

In the end, it was Shen who came up with the solution.

Giving each person a piece of chocolate is within budget, expresses goodwill, and helps to build relationships, making it a very approachable gesture.

Therefore, Sevatar ultimately adopted this plan.

However, the manufacturer's packaging paper comes in more than just pink.

Thank you for your concern, sir!

"Don't keep it; it'll melt if you leave it too long. At least it'll taste sweet for a while. The hard times are over; have something sweet."

Yes! Thank you, Father!

Um?

Curze glanced at the soldier on guard with some surprise.

"What's your name, soldier?"

"Laxus, Laxus Dussack! Descendant of Terra, Son of Night."

"Good lad, I'll remember you. Come in with me."

"Yes!"

In fact, Laxus was completely stunned when he called out the word "father".

He didn't know why he shouted those two words; at that moment, his nerves were completely out of control.

By the time he realized it, those two words had already slipped out.

He initially thought the Primarch would scold him, but to his surprise, the Primarch simply patted him on the shoulder, asked his name, and then asked him to come with him into the military camp.

What an honor!

"You're quick-witted, keep it up." Sevatar chuckled and patted Laxus on the shoulder.

"Yes, Uncle!"

I'm going all in!

If you've already called him "father," what's wrong with calling him "Uncle"?

Sevatar paused for a second upon hearing the title "Laxus".

Uncle?

Yes, Uncle Han.

Time really flies; a few years have passed, and I've become someone else's Uncle.

"You're really smart and quick-witted, that's a good thing."

Laxus then led his group into the military camp, and the atmosphere gradually became more enthusiastic the moment Curze stepped onto the training ground.

Slap! Slap!

The only sound left in the training ground was thunderous applause.

The crowd of 20,000 people clapped together, the sound deafening.

Curze had a premonition that, given these superhuman stamina and their current mood, they would continue clapping until they were exhausted if he didn't stop them.

He then made a pressing motion with both hands, and the sounds in the training ground instantly disappeared.

"I know you've waited a long time. You've been waiting for me, for your Gene-Father. You wanted to see what kind of person I am, and now you have."

"Give me your opinion," Curze said with a smile.

But no one spoke.

Looking at their Gene-Father was so gentle and easygoing, the Astartes, who had grown up in prison, felt very awkward.

"Everyone!"

"Boom!"

"Relax a bit." Curze's voice was infused with Psychic Power, carrying a coolness like a summer night.

It was cool, but not chilly.

Upon hearing Curze's voice, all the Son of Night warriors present relaxed.

"Sorry, warriors, I'm late," Curze continued. "But don't be discouraged, I've prepared some small gifts for you."

"Laxus!"

"Yes, Father!"

That bastard!

Shameless scoundrel who has abandoned all honor!

That deserter!

Has the Gene-Father approved of you?

You call him "father" without even asking. Who here isn't more senior than you? Who called him that first?

You think you're so clever?

Don't go after the Gene-Father passes away.

See you in the Octagon, let's play some kicking.

Laxus felt a little scared when he saw the murderous looks in the eyes of his comrades below, but he didn't care.

It was worth it!

Do you remember the names of everyone in the Legion?

"I remember! As Space Marine, that's a basic requirement, Father."

"Okay, you take attendance. Sevatar, you distribute the gifts to them."

"Clear!"

Laxus didn't produce List; he simply read out the names one by one.

The 20,000 Space Marines standing below the stage had only one hope: that Laxus would call their names soon.

As the First Batch people who received gifts stepped off the stage, they all looked at the gifts in the hands of the recipients.

Chocolate?

Isn't this what noble ladies like to eat?

And the wrapping paper was even pink!

It seems their Gene-Father was a kind person.

The process of receiving the chocolates went very smoothly. No one spoke, everyone moved in unison, and there was no crowding or trampling.

An hour later, everyone received their chocolates.

"Try it, soldiers, have some candy to sweeten your hearts. I'm back. The Eighth Legion's hard times are over."

It was just a simple statement, but it struck the soldiers of the Eighth Legion like a thunderbolt.

The other members of the Council of the Long Night watched Curze's actions with a sense of awe and admiration.

Their the Boss has truly mastered Uncle Han's essence.

He gradually became a Teacher who could educate others.

The things of this world are truly wondrous.

"This is a military order, soldiers." Seeing that no one moved, Curze could only say this.

Afterwards, everyone ate the chocolate, and it was indeed very sweet.

Although it had the characteristic bitterness of cocoa, compared to their usual days, this candy was sweeter than anything else.

"Now I need to know each of your identities, affiliations, and pasts."

All the sweet illusions vanished in that instant, and everyone looked at their Gene-Father, filled with nothing but fear.

They were afraid; they didn't want their Gene-Father to know their origins.

Their Gene-Father was the Grand Inquisitor, their ancestors were Judges and the Jurors, and they are the embodiment of evil.