"Sevatar?"
Hades, who was welded in front of the desk, asked, holding a stack of files in his hands. Across the desk, two space marines with similar but different temperaments stood opposite him.
A bat cub and a raven cub, one represents the Assassin's Court and the other represents the Inquisition.
During the first month after Hades returned to Terra, the two imperial departments were relatively quiet, and afterward they followed the rules and submitted a decent letter of surrender.
Now, probably seeing that most of the power in the empire has been taken over by Hades and everything is on track, the ones who really hold power in these two departments secretly will try to make further contact with Hades.
Hades was not in a hurry either. Everything has its priorities. The ones who were in a hurry were the psykers, the Mechanicus, and the Ministry of the Interior. As for these institutions that usually operated smoothly, Hades let them go first, gave them a warning, and then loosened the reins.
"Yes,"
The bat with a little white in its eyes said, "Lord Pluto, please forgive us for being so presumptuous, but we have been looking for the trace of Lord Sevatar - so we hope to ask if you know some secrets."
"Whether you are willing to help us or not," said the black-eyed raven, "the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court will pledge their loyalty to you."
Hades raised his eyes and flickered playfully between the two warriors.
"You come to me now?"
He raised an eyebrow, "No hurry?"
"Please forgive me," said Raven Guard Stryker, "As the last line of defense for humans against aliens, we need to abide by our conscience."
Stryker gave a tight smile.
“And you gave us hope.”
Before the raven could continue, a sharp smile appeared on the bat's face, and Karen showed his fangs.
"As for the reason why we are late, Lord Pluto, it is because these conservatives did not allow us to come so early."
"Sharp words,"
Hades flipped through the documents in his hand. "That's more like the impression your Primarch gave me... but you have more conscience."
The smile on Bat Karen's face twitched, but Raven's smile became more genuine.
"As for Sevatar," Haddish paused for a moment, remembering the news that Mortarion had revealed to him.
Corax, who established the Inquisition, disappeared. Sevatar, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, temporarily took over the Inquisition and established a close friendship with Vincent of the Ministry of the Interior.
The Ministry of the Interior began to infiltrate the Assassin's Court during that period of time.
Later, on the Day of Sanguinius' Ascension, Sevatar successfully chose a side again and chose Mortarion, which laid the groundwork for Guilliman's massacre of Terra's high-level officials in the future - the Assassins' Court and the Inquisition were able to have some reservations and respite.
But Sevatar himself disappeared in the long river of history.
This clever Space Marine, far cleverer than the Primarch himself, was probably the first to see Malcador's methods.
Hades hesitated for a moment.
"I have no idea where he is. If you really wish to find him - perhaps you could ask Mortarion."
Hades looked at Bat Karen and saw that her expression froze instantly. He thanked her a little annoyed and then fell silent.
…It looks like Mortarion has some grudge against these bat cubs
Hades thought about it, but he didn't intend to make things difficult for these little bats, because they were affiliated with the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition, and these two legions, which were not very productive, had very few people.
Hades looked at the raven of the Inquisition again.
"What do you think of the Grey Knights?"
Hades asked, it was he who originally proposed the Grey Knights who were unwelcome in the Inquisition and directly handed over the supervision of the three psyker departments to the Grey Knights,
Stryker frowned imperceptibly, as if he was choosing the right words.
"Even from our perspective, they were a bit indiscriminate."
Said the raven.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The applications for documents and the like had already been submitted. Ever since Terra replaced the administrative system of the Ultramarines, except for the meetings, all other vague details had been erased. There was no need to waste the time of both parties with pleasantries.
"Others..." Hades thought for a moment, "Do you have any files about the First Legion and the Lion King? I'd like to see them."
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[Comoros]
[Sai,]
Koze tilted his head. Under his feet was the flesh and blood of the lion's half-finished offspring. He failed again.
[How are you?]
"Don't worry," Sevatar said, "those wild cats can't beat me."
Koz chuckled, [Sai, you shouldn't have come to me. ]
"I was imprisoned by the emperor because of my own poor skills. It has nothing to do with you."
Sevatar replied that after a long chase, Cypher finally shook him off and disappeared into the darkness.
Cypher, the most mysterious person in the First Legion, or maybe a group of people, but it doesn’t matter, there is only one Cypher and he only represents one.
The experience and intuition of working in the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court told Sevatar that the Lion King's affairs were not that simple.
At least it wasn't as the Primarch said, the Lion took the Tuchucha engine and hid far away in Comoros.
He always felt something was wrong, perhaps it was from Cypher's whereabouts, or maybe he simply felt that something was wrong. If he were a lion, he would not choose Comoros as his hiding place when being hunted by Malcador. This was simply courting death.
[You are telling a bad joke again,]
Koz stood up. He still missed the feeling of standing barefoot in a pool of blood, but now, the boots on his feet were shining black, with broken diamonds inlaid in regular patterns.
Curze looked at Sevatar. The Prince of Crows was still as dirty and violent as ever. There were no treasures or diamonds... The Primarch was a little depressed. He was happy that Sevatar did not have to suffer such torture, but sad about his own situation.
[He did not restrict you, you were willing.]
Sevatar glanced at the Primarch. The Emperor did not impose too many restrictions on him. The tyrant was always inexplicably tolerant of the talents of the Empire. This was why he was here, and why Sevatar continued to track down the First Legion but told Curze nothing.
Sevastata would never tell Conrad that their thinking might be wrong.
He had already learned to conceal and deceive the Primarch, and the real decision-making power should not be given to Conrad.
The Crow Prince hummed a few times nonchalantly, and the final topic fell on the personal health of the Lord of Midnight.
"You should take care of yourself," Sevatar said. "Being with the Dark Eldar for too long... is not good for your health, psychologically."
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Macragge
Mist filled the secret room where the three had discussed. The breath of death seeped out. Calgar, who was standing in the room waiting, felt a chill all over his body. The think tank brother beside him also became a little nervous.
The moths appeared, lanterns hung on scythes,
[He is waiting for you.]
Mortarion said indifferently, he stretched out his hand and threw a puff of mist towards the Ultramarines' think tank.
[Go find him.]
The Primarch's figure disappeared again, and far away on Terra, the black stone coffin aboard the Endurance was empty.
(End of this chapter)