As night falls, before the afterglow of the setting sun disappears at the end of the sea, the arc of the spiritual bone orbit that emits a faint light has already appeared in the deep night sky. There are two figures sitting on a high cliff near the sea.
On the chair, in the middle is a simple round rattan table with exquisite desserts and fruits, as well as crystal pots filled with fine wine.
"...Speaking of which, Rozim, do you know why the Royal Court chose to be in this world?"
"Why?"
Soshyan, who was wearing simple casual clothes, leaned back slightly, stared at the sea that became deeper in the night, and said softly:
"It was here that I first realized that I was indeed attracted to Veronica, even though I was an Astartes and she was an Eldar."
Rozim's movement of raising the cup suddenly stopped, then he glanced at Soshiyang cautiously and whispered:
"That's... quite romantic."
Soshyan smiled and shook his head helplessly.
"Why are we talking so politely between us?"
"I'm serious, doesn't this mean that the love between you and your sister-in-law has nothing to do with any power or material things, but the purest emotion."
"Ha, at that time, I often even wondered if I really had a mental problem."
With that said, Soshyan picked up the cup and handed it over, and Rozim immediately clinked the cup with him.
"But I have never regretted it. I rushed into Comoros to save people without even thinking about it. Really, sometimes I can't even explain what kind of person I am."
"Oh, just be yourself. Besides, a worker who survives in a factory for more than ten years and then is crushed to death by a machine is called loyalty and dedication. An Astartes has struggled in the war for hundreds of years.
Finally dying in an unknown corner is also called loyalty and dedication. If a governor or bishop spends most of his life eating, drinking and having fun, sleeping with a lot of women, giving birth to a lot of children, and then dying, that is also called loyalty and devotion... Then since
In the empire, everything can be interpreted as dedication, so what rules are needed?"
After taking a sip of the contents of the cup, Rozim smacked his lips and said with a smile:
"Hey, it's great to have a big brother who is an emperor. You probably can't buy this kind of wine outside even if you have money."
"Rozim, to be honest, do you really not doubt me at all when you see me like this?"
"Doubt? Doubt what?"
"that is..."
Soshiyang tilted his head, hesitated for a moment, and then squeezed out two words.
"...traitor..."
Rozim looked at Soshyan with a surprised look.
"Brother, you... don't need it. What do you call a traitor? For example, if there is a war on the front line, and the tax collectors of the Ministry of Internal Affairs have taken away supplies and even weapons and ammunition, is that called a traitor?"
"How could such a stupid thing happen... Of course, if it did happen, it wouldn't be called a traitor. After all, there are rules."
"Ah, if you abide by the rules, you are not called a traitor? Then the Inquisition points out star systems and planets one by one, which is also in compliance with the rules. Then why do they accuse each other of being traitors?"
"Uh... you're still the same bunch of nonsense as always."
Rozim shook his head, poured himself another glass, then stuffed an amber translucent fruit into his mouth, chewed it a few times and said:
"How many principles of the empire are not crooked? If they are all right, as for what it is like now? Brother, you just think too much. If you had half the shame of those masters, you wouldn't be so entangled. Everyone would be strict.
Disciplining others is more lenient than disciplining yourself. Sometimes you are just too strict with yourself... Besides, Chapter Leader is work and Phoenix King is life. The two are not mutually exclusive. Of course, there will definitely be some troubles.
, but as long as you can overcome it yourself, it’s actually okay.”
"Overcome, ha... It's easy to say it, but I still thank you very much. Only to you can I express my true feelings in this capacity."
After having another drink with Soshyan, Rozim suddenly asked in a low voice:
"But to be honest, there may be a day when this matter can no longer be concealed. Brother, are you prepared? Although I personally have nothing to do with it, but... after all, it may still be too shocking for most people in the war group.
.”
Soshyan raised his head slightly, sighed softly, and pointed to the sky.
"They once suggested that the world should always remain daytime, but I insisted on keeping the night."
"Why?"
"Because when the sun rises, there must be a sunset. Only when light and shadow alternate with each other can they embrace each other. Have you seen the symbol of Asuryan, the main god of Ada?"
"It seems... there seems to be some impression, one is black and the other is white?"
"Yes, maybe this is what the Adas really forgot, some kind of thought or hint left by that past existence, but I think this is also applicable to humans. I can't always be in that position, nor can I
I should always be in that position, of course... I actually didn't think about it well. My destiny is too complicated, and the responsibilities He gave me are too heavy. In fact, many of the things I do have no clear purpose, I just do what I think
There are some preparations that should be made, but I have no idea whether those preparations are useful or not. Maybe this is the only answer I can give you."
Rozim thought for a while, scratched his head and said:
"It's indeed a bit complicated... But if you really quit, brother, can you take me with you? Although I'm not good at fighting, and I may not be as good at cooking as your chef, but... I should be able to run errands.
"
Soshyan grinned, shook his head, filled himself up, and picked up the cup.
"This place is open to you at any time as long as you want. If you don't mind being surrounded by Ada, there is no problem living here, but there may be fewer entertainment activities that you like."
"This place is pretty good. I used to think that the Eldar were stinky and crazy, but after your training, they can actually mix with other races. I was really left behind when I went to Comoros before.
It’s a bit of a psychological shadow, I thought the Eldar treated other races this way.”
Seeing Rozim taking the initiative to mention Comoros, Soshiyang took advantage of the situation and said:
"You jumped in as a human and came out intact. Looking at the whole empire, I'm afraid not many people can do it. Speaking of which... I want to ask your opinion on something."
"Um?"
"Well, this matter has to start with my family..."
When Soshyan began to narrate the history of his family, a group of small fluorescent creatures appeared around the two of them, creating a unique halo. The city on the sea, or the semi-submerged Lughnut Ark, also glowed with pearls.
With a color-like brilliance, thousands of meters high water columns rose from the sea surface, and melodious music sounded.
Ten minutes later, when Soshyan finished his last sentence, Rozim's entire expression had froze, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide open.
After a while, with Soshiyang's coughing, he finally came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream, and immediately raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.