Graston has surrendered, countless alien kingdoms are burning in destruction, and the great journey for the Emperor and humanity has also entered a brief moment of rest.

The turtle, the leader of the Second Legion, retreated into his soft couch and laboratory, and lived peacefully.

The knights of Caliban called upon the frenzy of thousands of armies, enjoying victory and honor.

The guests from Prospero were dragged back to the Colosseum again.

Everyone has a bright future.

"Bright Future? There's not a lot of demand for this name."

"Many people prefer names like Dawn or Dawn. Of course, Goddess of the Dark Moon also has a certain popularity. After all, this name seems to be closely related to the mother of our genes, which is enough for it to gain the most basic favor."

Hawthorne, who came to report his work, met Lana, who was responsible for guarding the residence of the original body, at the end of the battleship's corridor. The chief commander of the old guard looked particularly cheerful, next to the statue of the goddess on which the carved door was leaning.

, the two people who had finished their work started to communicate, and their topics jumped around, extending all the way to the most popular thing in the Legion.

After the successful conclusion of the battle to recapture Graston, in order to reward all those who participated in the battle for their efficiency and devotion to duty, the Primarch decided to temporarily hand over a short-lived privilege to her heirs: the new name of the Glory Queen-class battleship,

It will be decided by a vote among all Dawnbreakers.

According to convention, the Glory Queen-class battleship of the Second Legion should be renamed after the return of the Primarch. Although the name "North Star" is very good and carries the glory and suffering of the Legion in the past, everyone believes that the Legion's

The flagship deserves a new name worthy of their Primarch.

However, although Morgan also acquiesced to this tradition among the legions, she has yet to take action. For nearly a year, the person in charge of the entire 23rd Expeditionary Fleet is still the [North Star].

Only those Daybreakers who are closest to their genetic mother, or those smart people with advanced minds, can make guesses about this strange phenomenon.

"Our genetic mother was not a perfect being."

Leaning against the wall, Hawthorne uttered these words with a smile, and almost immediately received a solemn look of disapproval from the chief of the Old Guard.

"Don't be so serious, Lana. No one is perfect. Even the master of mankind cannot be perfect and flawless. This is not an offensive word, but a simple reality worthy of recognition."

"Caliban's King of Knights is too harsh, while Fenris's Overlord is too rough. As for the archangel flying around from Baal, it's hard to find too many faults.

, but he is not a warm-hearted person at heart, is he?"

"Looking at other Primarchs, even the great Wolf Shepherd, we have personally experienced all kinds of misfortunes caused by his little thoughts: everyone is like this, they are all imperfect, this

It’s a matter of course, and we don’t need to be harsh on our Primarchs on this matter.”

"Our Gene Mother is certainly an exceptionally compassionate and intelligent person. With her, we no longer have to envy and envy any of the legion's battle brothers: but this does not mean that our original body is... very capable in any aspect.

.”

"You should have noticed this, Lord Lana: whenever our Primarch needs to give something a name, or choose the one she favors among several suitable names, she will

abnormal……"

"Tangled."

"In other words, it's difficult to choose."

Lana spoke, gently filling in the delay and legacy in Hawthorne's words.

"Yes, I'm glad that we agree on this point. I thought I was the only one who would have such detailed observation. After all, our original body likes to maintain a sense of mystery."

"Because I have always been guarding the primarch, Hawthorne, and I have never left him."

"..."

Rarely, there were a few uncontrollable collapses and cracks in Hawthorne's smile that had remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years.

"Yeah, I'm glad to see you taking this position like a duck to water. After all, this is not an easy position. As far as I know, for every guard of the original body, the threats within the legion are actually greater than those from outside.

Even bigger, the challenges from other battle brothers are higher than the frequency of battles, but you don’t seem to have such extra worries.”

"It's nothing more than the primarch's trust."

"..."

Hawthorne was silent for a while, then pretended to cough a few times. The veteran warrior who had long since lost all care and desire pursed his lips and thought for a while before helplessly patting Lana on the shoulder.

"You can do this in front of me, Rana. After all, we can be considered friends, but you'd better not say these words in front of other battle brothers, otherwise you will be neighbors with Lord Ahriman."

"He went in again?"

"There's nothing we can do about it."

A few smiles without mercy crossed the corners of Hawthorne's mouth.

"The Council has previously tried to use the opportunity to fight with Ahriman as a reward for those who have outstanding achievements, and the response was more enthusiastic than we imagined."

"...How many did you award?"

"Not much. Lord Ahriman only needs to stay in the arena for a total of more than 8,000 Terran standards. To be specific, I remember more than 8,800..."

"...Would this be too cruel?"

"Do you think so too? In fact, the Legion Council had a special discussion and study. We fully listened to the opinions of the grassroots and actively responded to the actual situation. Finally, we found..."

"Need to reduce time?"

"We should add more than a thousand Terran standards to make up the integer of ten thousand."

"..."

"After all, in the Battle of Graston and the subsequent series of alien annihilation operations, many soldiers who made meritorious service did not meet the standards for promotion, but we always have to make some compensation."

"What about Ahriman? Are you not afraid that he will complain in the future? After all, he can be regarded as a friend of the original body."

"We are well aware of this."

"So we have a secret ballot system, and it's not unanimous."

"……pretty."

Lana nodded and admired sincerely.

"Do so many people really want to communicate with Ahriman?"

"More than you think. The arena is always full. When it's not your turn, you can still have daily exchanges in the rest area. Just like the discussion on the new name of the Glory Queen-class battleship, it is the hottest topic these days.

.”

"Our Lord Primarch chose a very smart approach: this is not a very important topic, it can even be said to be an insignificant matter. It is related to honor, but there is no more necessity."

"But the original body threw it out and handed over temporary power to everyone, so that everyone had a real sense of participation, so that they could truly feel: they are now the Dawnbreakers, a legion, and

Not the xx fleet that should have been forgotten long ago."

"Unity?"

"Yes, you can also see that the original body is most interested in this, so she temporarily handed over democracy to everyone and made them the fleeting masters of the legion. This is enough for them to talk about it for a while.

Days have passed, and since they were once the [masters] of the legion, they will naturally start to maintain a unified legion."

"Then why don't we keep going, keep [democracy] going?"

"I regret to tell you that this is not feasible, Lord Rana."

"Why?"

"Because the essence of democracy is veto, not adoption."

"But there's no veto this time?"

"Because no one can veto an issue, right?"

Unspoken laughter echoed quietly at the end of the corridor. Lana stretched his muscles lazily. He looked at the clock on the wall and lamented the passage of time.

"My rest time is coming to an end, Lord Hawthorne."

"Yes, my flight cannot be delayed. After all, the route from Avalon to the 23rd Fleet is still a castle in the air. I have to use other people's branch fleets."

"Then see you next time."

A sinister smile formed on the lips of the Chief Old Guard, and he took the initiative to reach out to Hawthorne. With his exquisite control of the angle and surrounding light, the smiling Dawnbreaker found himself struck by an unexpected wave.

The light outside flickered.

He looked down at the place where the light originated.

"What's this on your wrist armor? Some kind of special bracelet?"

"Yeah, doesn't it look good?"

"It's very beautiful. You can tell it's a work of art at first glance. I even felt a few rays of psychic energy? Where did you get such a good thing?"

"The first creation made by the primarch's own hands, she gave it to me with her own hands."

"..."

"To reward me for my loyalty."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I changed my mind. Dear Lord Rana, I think the original body's personal guard, as such an important position, should go through sufficient testing and competitive trials. Maybe you are missing this link?"

"Whatever you say, Hawthorne, I won't be afraid."
To be continued...