Vol 16 Chapter 15 The Passion of Guilliman (Part 2)

“Ah, this is where you work?”

A masked, elated teenager galloped down the corridor. Behind him was a giant in simple clothes, with a rather helpless expression: “Well, yes, this is where I work.”

Sentinels standing guard on both sides of the corridor watched them pass by without squinting, trying not to let their eyes fall on the Primarch, and reciting the Emperor’s prayers with utmost devotion to keep themselves from thinking where the child came from and why wear a mask.

“really not bad!”

The teenager paused. “Have I ever been here in my memory? I can’t even remember, Guilliman. What the **** have I done before?”

It’s nothing, you just betrayed after being the warmaster and then let the whole empire fall apart and maimed our father with your own hands and caused several brothers to die or disappear and trillions of people to die

That’s all.

Guilliman smiled. “You’ve done a lot of great things before.”

“Really?” Little Horus tilted his head in confusion. “I don’t remember what I mean, I only remember a small part of it.”

Guilliman walked behind him, opened the door to his own lounge, and asked gently, “Really? What do you remember?”

“It’s all intermittent pictures.”

Little Horus walked into the lounge, took off his mask and let out a breath: “I’m fighting with a group of people and some monsters. Is that really me? There are also some fragments of emotions, remorse, regret.”

He frowned, obviously struggling to find words.

For a long time, he said seriously: “The most of them is not an emotion, but an impulse that I don’t know how to describe.”

“What impulse?” Guilliman asked still gently.

“I want to give up?”

After thinking about it for a while, he said this, and nodded again and again: “Yes, give up. I want to give up everything, as if living is a burden to me but I don’t know why, I didn’t do that.”

Little Horus raised his hands and stared at his palms: “It’s strange, I don’t think that person is me, but he seems to be me. Have I done a lot of bad things before?”

Guilliman looked at him with pity he didn’t even know he knew in his eyes.

He didn’t forgive Horus – he couldn’t possibly forgive Horus, in fact, anyone who knew a little bit about the history of the Empire couldn’t.

However, this child had nothing in common with Horus. Except for the still immature face and the similar name, they are completely two people.

“Perhaps.” Guilliman gave an ambiguous answer. “The past is over, the most important thing is now what do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Little Horus answered honestly.

Guilliman smiled casually, didn’t say much, and instead threw him a small puzzle toy, and sat behind the table in the lounge and began to work on the documents.

Magical practice was temporarily suspended, and the Emperor pulled the mages into the warp—Guilliman wasn’t going to ask them what they were going for. For him, as long as he can stop being slapped in the back of the head by the psionic slap, he can do whatever he wants.

Therefore, he agreed to help the Emperor watch over little Horus for a while.

At first, Guilliman thought he would be impatient, but he wasn’t. He was always unable to connect this young man with the Horus in his impression, but he also had a lot of déjà vu because of that similar face. But no matter what he said, he knew that the current little Horus was already a brand new person.

He wouldn’t forgive Horus, but he wouldn’t be mad at a mentally handicapped child for that.

Working on documents, time passed quickly. Before long, the wall clock on the wall in the lounge rang six times. That meant it was dinner time, and Guilliman stood up and sighed.

Various documents are always sent one after another. He doesn’t like to handle government affairs, but from handling government affairs, he can clearly see that an empire is slowly recovering. This somewhat makes boring work a little more interesting.

The documents sent are no longer mostly applications for the transfer of the army, but are mixed with many transfers related to people’s livelihood.

For example, the newly born Terra plans to build 23 new crop cultivation bases. Those crop seeds born on the production front of the Vengeance can allow Terra people to eat fresh and natural vegetables before putting them in the past. think.

Guilliman’s attitude to this is to allow it, and to add some more. Terra has recovered a lot since that crisis, but resource issues haven’t kept up.

There was even a need to fetch food from other planets for a long time. Besides, there is an opportunity to get people to eat serious food, so why would Guilliman say no?

He has eaten synthetic food himself, and knows that it can’t provide any nutrition other than starvation.

“Come on, Horus dinner time. What would you like to eat?”

“I don’t know?” said little Horus in confusion. “Is there anything delicious?”

Guilliman laughed: “Yes, there are many. Well, a lamb chop is a good choice for a kid your age. Ah, thanks to Ho’s Vengeance, we already have sheep to eat. Now. In the past, this was something that I didn’t dare to think about.”

“What is a sheep?”

“It’s an animal that bleats.”

“What color is it?”

“There is white and there is black.”

Horus stopped abruptly, frowning solemnly. Guilliman looked down in confusion, and found that his expression was gradually becoming unfamiliar—no, it was becoming familiar.

The reverberation of the old man is back.

“Is the world so white and black? What color are we?” Horus whispered. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

However, after a short pause, he returned to normal, and raised his head suspiciously, looked at Guilliman who was standing still and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing.”

Guilliman shook his head and continued to lead him toward the dining room. “Nothing, boy. Lamb chops have to be served with some staples, or you might not be full. How do you like rice?”

“I have not tried.”

“It’s delicious, trust me. Ah, you’re too young to drink yogurt. It’s sweet and tastes good.”

The regent led him forward, and put on the mask for him by the way. The sentries on both sides of the corridor heard this conversation and saw the action, and their expressions could not help but become more rigid – the next day, Guilliman learned from the mouth of his chapter master a gossip that made him almost fall off his chair.

“Who said that child was me and Infreni—!” He was furious, and stopped in the middle of his words. “find out!”

Marius tried his best to hold back his expression: “Yes, Primarch.”