"Is it a name of a demon for tyranny?"
Aaron lifted his head, gazing curiously with a restless hand, waving the nail about.
Anda furrowed her brow and clenched her temples.
"I don't want to see the elements of terror and nails at the same time. I always feel like my head is throbbing. The future memories are not completely clear. Damn, what kind of trouble have you guys caused in the future?"
Aaron twisted his mouth in annoyance, saying:
"According to the prophecy, we will overthrow you and let the constellations in the sky burn, entering a new era. However, some priests interpret that because the future will definitely become the present, the new era will not come."
"It will probably become a stagnant era, like a clogged toilet, can only make do with it, looking forward to filling up before finding a solution."
Anda covered her face, in pain, saying:
"You really should learn to use more descriptive words, Aaron. My husband and your mother don't speak that kind of language. How did your metaphor become so vile?"
"Mallum, investigate Erst's movements tonight and record the cities he has been to. Try to get local garrison information, provisions preparation, and so on. We don't directly intervene in the war, but we need to ensure information availability."
Mallum bowed his head respectfully, "At your service forever."
Anda took out 10 silver pieces from the box of money earned by selling herself:
"Solve the problem in a human way, you are an elite warrior, you should have no problem with eloquence. I don't want there to be too many unexplained things in human history."
Mallum was incredibly moved, and reverently extended his hands to take the silver.
Father, have you seen how the King recognizes us!
Aaron put away the nail and pouted.
"It seems you have everything planned out fine, but why can't you just tell me what you're actually planning to do? I'm your son, after all. Why do you have to keep things from me and make me figure it out on my own?"
"When I figure it out on my own, what will I react to, that's up to me, father."
Aaron thought so and began to miss his brother.
They mustn't turn bad like that; they should always say whatever is on their mind.
"By the way, what should we have for lunch? Some people here only eat twice a day."
He patted his stomach, quickly being consumed by the hunger.
This was something he had in common with his father; no matter how tense things got, when it came to eating, he could instantly switch gears.
According to Aaron's guess, this seemed to be a safety word used during his parents' arguments, originally to prevent the growing son from going hungry.
In the end, they never thought of this when they argued, it was only after Aaron grew up and said he was hungry that it eased the situation a bit.
Ah, so in this way, won't my mother be unreliable either?
Aaron suddenly felt a terrifying chill grip his spine.
No, don't do that!
Elda, far in the temple of Apollo in Macedonia, was drinking a large goblet of wine and enjoying a massage from a maiden behind the curtain.
Not knowing how his son has grown, will he reach adulthood this year or next?
Well, either way, as long as my son calls for food when he grows up and hungry, she will leave. Anda is an idiot who wouldn't be able to raise a living.
This idiot who has been bothering me for a thousand years, insisting that our son is the hope to save humanity, how is she doing now?
After the son reaches adulthood, she will set off to the south to bring him back.
She can feel his presence in the world.
This was not within the anti-space mentioned by Anda, but rather a unique bond between them, mother and son.
(Note: When Aerbys found Elda in the future, he was shocked by Elda's power to release it without going through the anti-space.)
Dare not think too much about whether his mother is as disorganized as his father, Aaron prepares to ask some questions to Mallum before he leaves.
He was worried that Lojia might have taken it too far, why did he challenge Aerbys?
If he suspects him of having a secret he can't reveal, why not take measures against him, instead of giving him military power?
Aaron is eating Egyptian grilled fish with a big mouth. Although the fish here is not as fresh as the ones in Egypt, the spices are very flavorful and the taste is quite good.
"Mallum, I have some questions to ask. If I were a general, I had a subordinate who was quite capable, but I felt he had ill intentions. At this time, he requested command of an independent force under me, should I give it to him?"
"You're in command of soldiers and should have experience."
Mallum's pretentious eating fish movement stopped abruptly, this topic is a bit sensitive.
He suddenly felt that the ground soil is not only edible, why does he have to eat fish with Aaron?
Is this the first son of the Emperor subtly alluding to the 'Astartes Codex'?
It's no wonder that Mallum worries about it. After the father's return, the disputes between the Space Marine Brethren regarding the 'Codex' caused quite a stir.
It's no wonder that Mallum, as an Astarte, finds it difficult to answer the question involving military power division. The wound left by the Great Rebellion on the Empire is too heavy.
"I'm sorry, Aaron, I cannot answer your questions."
Mallum decided to apologize sincerely. He could have drawn on the cultural reserves of Aultra, reciting numerous deeds that could serve as examples.
However, he does not have the qualifications to guide the Emperor's Heirs, concerned that it might bring incorrect ideas.
After all, the Heirs will encounter other primarchs in their dreams. He more or less understands where the biases about his father come from during the Great Crusade period.
Aaron could only sigh and pat Mallum on the shoulder:
"Alright alright, you're different from that old thing. He knows everything, but he doesn't tell me. You're more sincere than him. When you go out at night, be careful. Although I think no one can match your abilities as a Palace Guardian, it's still better to avoid any mistakes."
"A hero, no matter how powerful, once deceived, will have difficulty escaping."
Mallum respectfully bowed his head, listening to the prince's instructions.
Anda lay alone in the tent, one hand holding the grilled fish. His throat muscles were so strong that he could ignore the fish bones.
He gazed vacantly, his eyes wide open, radiating an endless golden light, fixating on someplace in the void.
In the anti-space, a strange daemon called "Berylios" was composed of Komodo dragon's body parts. He was painting himself with red blood and decorating himself with lion hair, pretending to be Sphinx.
Berylios watched the mortal being who was receiving a blessing, that being Ernst.
"Trouble, trouble. Why do I have to pretend to be those idiots who cut and slash all day long? Ah, my lord doesn't let me see the future, but he makes me go all out against a weak monkey-like psyker."
Berylios glanced over at Anda who was fishing, he didn't look extraordinary and wasn't particularly handsome.
Berylios recalled the scene before he was sent here, within the grand temple of the Great Chaos God, atop the silver tower, where the Master of Many Forms issued an order;
"You, go kill the Emperor."
Boring, a weak race that can't even leave their home planet. What's the point of claiming to be an Emperor?
How powerful can a monkey Emperor be?
Just, why doesn't the All-Father allow me to know the future?
It also had to change its appearance and couldn't reveal its true identity.
It couldn't appear at any of the subsequent time points; its time was locked by the Chaos God himself, and it could only move forward one year at a time in this era.
